Sam grows more morose in the coming days. He keeps it hidden well, nothing short of the picture perfect pleasant young prince. But those who look closely see the way his face falls when he believes himself unobserved. How his gaze wanders far away. How his smile doesn't quite touch his eyes.
Walker spends three more says at the palace with a possessive hand permanently on Sam's waist, whispering things into his ear nobody else is privy to that make Sam look stony and empty.
He thinks of Bucky's lips more than his cock. Thinks of sweet kindness and comfort more than arousal. Sam cannot talk to anyone about this. Not even his beloved sister - he could get Bucky killed, and cannot risk that. So he just tries to endure. Sits silently while Walker haggles for the terms of their marriage. The dowry - because he refuses to pay a bride price instead. The mating ceremony. Behind closed doors, he insists on a contractual obligation for children within the first year.
The light in Sam's eyes dims.
He takes comfort in the fact that whenever he looks around, Bucky just seems to be there. Standing guard. A constant, stable presence. Sam wants to lean on him. Wants to kiss him. Wants to let Bucky ruin him. Still feels him. Doesn't think he could ever stop feeling the ghost of his touch.
Walker returns to his own borders eventually and the entire palace staff breathes a sigh of relief. The kitchen produces more of Sam's favourites in an attempt to bring the young prince some cheer even when he barely touches his food. Princess Sarah's handmaidens whisper at the princess' anger over the future her brother is being sold into.
Eventually it is decided that for the remaining three months, a bodyguard will be appointed to Sam - someone to be by his side permanently and ensure the prince is safe and sound until he is turned over to Walker, who insists that Sam cannot bring his own staff to the palace. Sam sits idly by while the palace steward interviews guards in order to appoint one of them as his permanent companion and protector for the next three months.
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Date: 2022-12-27 10:45 pm (UTC)Walker spends three more says at the palace with a possessive hand permanently on Sam's waist, whispering things into his ear nobody else is privy to that make Sam look stony and empty.
He thinks of Bucky's lips more than his cock. Thinks of sweet kindness and comfort more than arousal. Sam cannot talk to anyone about this. Not even his beloved sister - he could get Bucky killed, and cannot risk that. So he just tries to endure. Sits silently while Walker haggles
for the terms of their marriage. The dowry - because he refuses to pay a bride price instead. The mating ceremony. Behind closed doors, he insists on a contractual obligation for children within the first year.
The light in Sam's eyes dims.
He takes comfort in the fact that whenever he looks around, Bucky just seems to be there. Standing guard. A constant, stable presence. Sam wants to lean on him. Wants to kiss him. Wants to let Bucky ruin him. Still feels him. Doesn't think he could ever stop feeling the ghost of his touch.
Walker returns to his own borders eventually and the entire palace staff breathes a sigh of relief. The kitchen produces more of Sam's favourites in an attempt to bring the young prince some cheer even when he barely touches his food. Princess Sarah's handmaidens whisper at the princess' anger over the future her brother is being sold into.
Eventually it is decided that for the remaining three months, a bodyguard will be appointed to Sam - someone to be by his side permanently and ensure the prince is safe and sound until he is turned over to Walker, who insists that Sam cannot bring his own staff to the palace. Sam sits idly by while the palace steward interviews guards in order to appoint one of them as his permanent companion and protector for the next three months.