"These are magical scrolls, your Majesty." the scribe started. However, the young prince was overly familiar with the scribe and his endless conversations filled with the dullest of details.
"Do you suppose Princess Fia is as attractive as people say?"
He dropped the scrolls onto the seat beside the prince.
"Well, they say she took after her mother, rather than her father."
Kelos wasn't sure this was the most resounding of recommendations. "Besides, you have seen her picture." he added, being used to the Prince's fickle moods.
"Yes, Yes." he waved his hand, "I've also seen my own portraits. They are rather vain, and flattering."
The scribe knew better than to say anything. "She isn't scarred, or bothered by other such imperfections, sire."
Sean had been a court scribe for long enough to know the prince's taste in women. He also knew the various comings and goings, and was discreet enough to say nothing. A prince was expected to sew wild oats after all. Although his father would never hear from Sean how the Prince had fucked a castle maid in the royal throne. Her legs spread wide, hooked over the arms of the throne. He wasn't sure Kelos had noticed him arrive or leave, other matters were holding his attention. His hands roaming all over the girls body, as he tickled and teased her, at the same time trying to keep her shrieks of joy from getting too loud. It had certainly left an impression in Sean's mind. The Prince had a natural gift for pleasing the ladies.
Kelos nudged him, "So is she ..." he cupped his hands over an imaginary bust.
The scribe was the only one who had actually seen Princess Fia, in the flesh. The truth was, Fia wasn't the most curvaceous of girls. But she was equally far from being boyish.
Sean flushed, as he tried to work out how to break the news to the prince. He didn't want to lie to him, but he didn't expect Kelos to be shy about passing on the scribe's description to Fia in her turn.
"She has... she has the necessary curves, sire."
"Still I'd imagine you have the necessary magic to enhance her physique should that be needed."
Sean's speciality was indeed in body magic. Enchantments to transform or enhance. His magic served as prisons for a number of rapists. Serving a life sentence working in brothels as mute girls. Certain of the Cavalry were serving his king too. Although, they usually had their minds wiped or simplified. It send a shudder down his spine when he watched their eyes transform. The sparkle of humanity flicker and fade, as a dumb animal mentality replaced their individual nature. He had the final say on whether a person was transfigured, or dealt with by more mundane means.
It would certainly be a pleasure if he could use his magic to enhance. To strengthen the bonds between the two kingdoms. The prospect of a long peace and a time of prosperity were what encouraged him.
Kelos' tongue darted out, licking his suddenly dry lips. Apparently he was enjoying his own thoughts too.
"Perhaps a potion to make her more biddable. I don't want a shrew for a wife." he said with a snort.
Sean knew exactly what he wanted. The prince was simple in his needs. "He wanted a whore in the bedroom, a whore in the throne room, and whore in the kitchen, and to not object when he whored around with other women."
The truth of the matter was, it was several years since even he'd seen the Princess, so perhaps she had blossomed in the intervening years.
The yellow scroll kept bouncing against Prince Kelos' thigh, as the carriage jostled its way along the uneven road.
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