The Jeffinator
Captain Manbeard
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Prince Korda DeRelle Ceradon, son of King Ludoric Silvarnus Ceradon and Heir to the Kingdom of Argonia... Just thinking about it made him dizzy. As the son of the King, he was expected to act a certain way, and to one day take over as ruler of Argonia. He knew it was his birthright, and his responsibility, to lead his people when the time came. But, that didn't mean he had to be happy about it. He wasn't a boy anymore; to the contrary, he was nearly twenty-eight. He had yet to take a wife, which had his father extremely worried. It wasn't like he didn't have his chances: plenty of young, beautiful, and fertile women would gladly marry him. True, he did adore them, and enjoyed sharing his bed with them, but to marry one? No, he couldn't picture that. He enjoyed having different girls in his bed each night, and sometimes more than one. Of course, this was kept secret from his parents. Should the public know that their Prince had bedded almost every young female he encountered, it would result in an outrage.
However, in the weeks to come, things changed. A new girl came to work at the castle, and Prince Korda was so smitted by this gorgeous female that he insisted on giving her the job of his personal servant. Though, he never raised his voice to her, never gave her any reason to fear him. He treated her with nothing but kindness and respect, and in return, she was absolutely loyal to her master. Unlike the other servants, Korda allowed her to dine with him at every meal in his private dining room. She was given a large room right across the hall from his, and although he wanted to remove her clothing and make love to her more than any other woman he had ever met, he refrained from such. He discovered he had too much respect for her to take advantage of her. So, he waited, hoping that he would one day win her over through kindness and adoration.
Korda's biggest desire, perhaps, was to run away with his servant, away from the demands and duties of royalty. He wanted to be free to do what he wnated, not forced to parade around, barking orders at others. He was terrified to become his father. Though a caring and generous man to those he cared for, he was absolutely ruthless to those that angered him. His band of interrogators would go to any lengths to achieve what they needed from their prisoners -- Korda recalled a man that was repeatedly dipped into a giant pot of boiling water because he would not confess to the murder of the Chancellor's daughter. Then, when he finally did confess, they dropped him into the water one last time, and let him die there, boiled alive. Another time, they caught a thief in the castle, and as his punishment, his teeth were cracked with a hammer, revealing his nerves. Then, a candle was held to the nerve, the flame teaching him that theft is not tolerated. But, perhaps the worst of all was an assassin that attempted to kill the King. For that, he was thrown into a chamber full of Black Flames -- flames that burned a hundred times hotter than normal fire, but did not physically harm the body. The result was endless agony that went on and on, because the magic of the flames prevented the nerves from being damaged, meaning they continued to cause the man pain. As far as he knew, the man was in that chamber, suffering endlessly, until he finally died of starvation.
Korda had swore to himself that when he did become King, he would do away with the interrogators and their methods. All this things went through his mind as he lay in his bed, the early morning sun shining through his window. Sitting up, he pulled on his robe, and proceeded to his private Bathing Chamber. Making use of the Chamber Pot, and then washing his hands in the stone basin, he left his room, and knocked gently on his servant's door. "My dear, are you awake? I must bathe, and as you know, I have a terrible time trying to scrub my own back. Please, join me in my Bathing Chamber when you are ready." he smiled, then returned to his Bathing Chamber. He ran the water himself, filling the large white marble tub, and then removed his robe and sat down.
However, in the weeks to come, things changed. A new girl came to work at the castle, and Prince Korda was so smitted by this gorgeous female that he insisted on giving her the job of his personal servant. Though, he never raised his voice to her, never gave her any reason to fear him. He treated her with nothing but kindness and respect, and in return, she was absolutely loyal to her master. Unlike the other servants, Korda allowed her to dine with him at every meal in his private dining room. She was given a large room right across the hall from his, and although he wanted to remove her clothing and make love to her more than any other woman he had ever met, he refrained from such. He discovered he had too much respect for her to take advantage of her. So, he waited, hoping that he would one day win her over through kindness and adoration.
Korda's biggest desire, perhaps, was to run away with his servant, away from the demands and duties of royalty. He wanted to be free to do what he wnated, not forced to parade around, barking orders at others. He was terrified to become his father. Though a caring and generous man to those he cared for, he was absolutely ruthless to those that angered him. His band of interrogators would go to any lengths to achieve what they needed from their prisoners -- Korda recalled a man that was repeatedly dipped into a giant pot of boiling water because he would not confess to the murder of the Chancellor's daughter. Then, when he finally did confess, they dropped him into the water one last time, and let him die there, boiled alive. Another time, they caught a thief in the castle, and as his punishment, his teeth were cracked with a hammer, revealing his nerves. Then, a candle was held to the nerve, the flame teaching him that theft is not tolerated. But, perhaps the worst of all was an assassin that attempted to kill the King. For that, he was thrown into a chamber full of Black Flames -- flames that burned a hundred times hotter than normal fire, but did not physically harm the body. The result was endless agony that went on and on, because the magic of the flames prevented the nerves from being damaged, meaning they continued to cause the man pain. As far as he knew, the man was in that chamber, suffering endlessly, until he finally died of starvation.
Korda had swore to himself that when he did become King, he would do away with the interrogators and their methods. All this things went through his mind as he lay in his bed, the early morning sun shining through his window. Sitting up, he pulled on his robe, and proceeded to his private Bathing Chamber. Making use of the Chamber Pot, and then washing his hands in the stone basin, he left his room, and knocked gently on his servant's door. "My dear, are you awake? I must bathe, and as you know, I have a terrible time trying to scrub my own back. Please, join me in my Bathing Chamber when you are ready." he smiled, then returned to his Bathing Chamber. He ran the water himself, filling the large white marble tub, and then removed his robe and sat down.
