Knightly Duties (for angle)

[Mavrick the mutt]

Alabastion, a land of great beauty with trees that seem to always be in bloom and hillsides full of various flowers used for both decoration and healing, but that’s not all this land had to behold. Infact it was also home to the Kingdom of Balkan where the heir to the thrown was currently resigned in the garden chatting away with one of the servants who he’d befriended when the prince was only six winters old. Though that was many winters ago and the prince was now a young man of twenty, his name was Michel Evan Rose though most just called him Mikey, a nickname given to him during his childhood.

He was a lean young man with short, chocolate colored hair that consisted of loose and natural waves and a set of eyes that were often referred to as stunning as the coloring was unique. They were a mixture of blue and green with flecks of Golden hazel speckled about his iris. Tattooed upon his left forearm he bore his family’s crest which was a baby blue rose outlined in pink. Michel was also very skilled in swordsmanship and hand to hand combat though there was always room for improvement and in the courtyard is where the young prince was supposed to be.

“Honestly this whole prince thing can be such a pain sometimes.” He said with a sigh

“Oh you poor dear, my heart bleeds for you.” She said sarcastically before giving a laugh when he shot her a glare before smiling himself.

He was a charming young man but that didn’t mean he was any less of a brat from time to time as he was spoiled and quite use to getting his way.

[Angel]

Alistair Quinn was, among many other stations, the primary knight and protector of Michel. It was a job he took seriously. It was a job he... Usually... Cherished. And it was a job he'd had, in one form or another, since his charge was in diapers. Alistair, truly, loved Mikey and his family. They were family to him in their own way.

What Alistair did not love was Mikey's inability to go a day without being a brat at some point. The raven haired man would go gray before true middle age at this point.

Stalking up, he looked at Mikey from behind his glasses. "Michel Evan Rose, why are you in the garden during your lesson period?" he asked, voice scolding.

Full name... Not a good sign.

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[Mavrick the mutt]

When Mikey was little Alistairs name had been one of the first few words he’d learned to say except it’d always come out sounding more like ‘owl-care’ then into ‘Alitar’ when he got older which was still what he was called from time to time by Michel who seemed to be the only one who could get away with it. Alistair had been around for as long Mikey could remember.

The young man gave a sigh as the Knight stalked in his direction and merely crossed his arms as the older male came to a stop in front of him with firm look planted behind his glasses. Then came his full name and he felt his chest tighten, almost nothing ever good came out of his full name being used as it normally meant he was in trouble while being asked why he was in the garden during his lesson period. Of course being young and stubborn the twenty year old failed to see the big deal.

“I don’t see what the big deal is, it’s just one class Alistair.” He said rolling his eyes a little. “Lighten up a little.” He added as he walked past him with a grin. Deep down Mikey went nuts over the stern looks given to him by Alistair and the way his name just seen to roll off his tongue. Oof, he got a little hard just thinking about it. Thank god his pants were a little loose in the front.

[Angel]

Alistair was not amused. This was day three of Michel being late to his class. The man reached out and grabbed Michel's arm as he tried to pass. Turning to look at him, he frowned... Before giving the lad a hard slap on the seat of his trousers.

"Third day in a row, Michel. Remind me... What happens to young men who skip classes?" he asked him, noticing the boy's friend was still watching, seeming entranced by the display. "Because as I recall, they get put across their caretaker's knee and paddled with a hairbrush until they learn their lesson."

[Mavrick the mutt]

Michels gaze shifted to the hand that grabbed his arm and stopped him from walking past before wincing when a hard slap was applied to the seat of his trousers before shooting him a pouty glair while reaching back and rubbing at the sting.

Shelby, Mikey’s childhood best friend was indeed still watching as she continued to gather fresh vegetables that would later be cooked and served.

A small blush crept across the Prince’s face when asked what happened to young men that skipped classes, but he didn’t answer and turned his gaze away as his blush deepened a bit as Alistair reminded him that they get out across their caretaker knee and paddled with a hairbrush.

Shelby’s gaze went from Alistair to Mikey while a small amused grin found its way on her lips as she stood with the basket of freshly picked vegetables.

[Angel]

"I think a certain young prince needs a long lesson taught to him." Alistair said, and pointed Mikey in the direction of his quarters. Drawing his hand back again, he slapped the naughty prince's bottom to get him moving.

"March, Michel." he ordered.

[Mavrick the mutt]

“What? Alistair come on.” He whined as he was pointed in the direction of his room before given another hard slap to get him moving in the direction the older male wanted.

“Ow! Stop it! I am a Prince, you can’t do that.” He huffed stomping his foot on the ground as he crossed his arms stubbornly.

[Angel]

"Should I spank you here and now?" Alistair asked, raising his eyebrow. "You know I can and I will." he added, certainly not above stripping the prince naked in the garden.

[Mavrick the mutt]

Michels face turned a little red at the threat of being stripped and spanked in the middle of the garden. “I...uh....n-no.” He muttered before quickly heading to his room, the front of his trousers feeling a little tight.

Once in his room the young prince shut his door and tried to calm down his situation downstairs, he couldn’t let Alistair see it...granted he’d seen his junk numerous times over the years but never like....well...the way it is now.

[Angel]

Alistair was right behind the lad, and really didn't give him any time to 'calm' himself. Taking the lad's ear in hand, he marched him to the bed, before setting to work stripping him naked.

"I'm very disappointed in you, Michel. You know better, and ARE better than this." he scolded, undoing the prince's belt, before tugging his pants and underwear right down, not knowing that such a movement could very well spring out something the prince didn't want seen.