One more ficlet-y thing.
Prince Hal/the Huntsman from SWatH. I like this but goddamn is writing porn from the perspective of a well-bred, and poetic prince a bear to do.
Again this just kind of stops? And just is. IDK. But there’s some Hal being a tease, and a princely blow job. SO. Y’know.
He knows not what to make of his Huntsman, not even know what to call him.
A huntsman he was when Hal first saw him, bringing in such rabbit and fox fur as he could find in the woods and fields beyond the city. Yet a huntsman he is no longer, as he rarely leaves the city now and he has taken up no new trade to re-christen himself.
Hal is at least assured that he may call the Huntsman his, must call him his, because his Huntsman swore himself with perfect loyalty though imperfect speech to Hal’s service. Yet Hal pays him no wages beyond the placement of his lodging, bread and sack debts onto Hal’s own ledger. He’s gifted his Huntsman with no land, title, or position and indeed it seems his Huntsman has no want for these things. He grants no duties to the Huntsman beyond that of sometime soldier, sometime bodyguard, and often times bed warmer.
He knows his Huntsman’s Christian name, Eric, though he rarely likes to hear himself called by it.
