The royal blood grinned as she looked his way. He was intoxicated, drunk on her fumes. The interest he had in her was of course just a plaything. “As it turns out, I was looking for a pretty boy such as yourself,” He smirked at her, his eyes slowly making their way across her body. She was quite the looker. “As it turns out, I was looking for a pretty boy such as yourself, As to the danger of the woods - I’m sure I can handle myself.” He smirked, before asking her her name. “My name’s Hazel.”
Hazel. He liked it, it suited her. “A prince, hmm? I’d love to be . . . bitten . . . by a prince.” He grinned, though knowingly was not given that title, he enjoyed her thought of him as a Prince. "Well, lady Hazel," He murmured, inching closer. "Don't mind if I indulge." He spoke softly before moving onto her in an instant, his jaws latching onto the scruff of her neck roughly before he mounted.
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The royal panted, exhausted by his adventure. He had really put his all into their dance. As he got off of her, he smirked at her. He attempted to catch his breath before speaking. "Hazel, that was magnificent." He spoke, happy he had settled for this place to be the one he ventured to. His craving for the moment was soothed. "I don't want to overstay my welcome however. If you ever need another bite from your pretty boy Prince, just call for me." He grinned, before beginning to walk back towards his home.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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