[M4F] Staying in the city of the Frost Prince

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The Empire had begun its expansion and was spreading like wild fire. Your family was united, organised, armed and rich.... and still your house's army was crushed. The men in your family shared grim, knowing looks when they heard of their defeat on the battlefield. There was no stopping the Empire in its current state. The only way to resist them was to fight harder or, more practically, go somewhere the Empire hadn't reached. The only place that could actually resist these conquerers was a kingdom that didn't play by the same rules as everyone else. It was a small territory but the northern city of Hortholm was not a place to be trifled with.

By the summer, Hortholm is a merchant city surrounded by dense, impassable forests, blood thirsty beasts and brutal rivers. By the winter, it's basically the exact same just covered in ice and snow. If you can't conquer Hortholm in the summer, which you won't, you'd need to conquer it in the winter..... which you can't. And that's all before you get to the madmen who rule the city....

The ruling family of this strange place is House Cralan. The elderly Cralan lord's son for example? A man titled The Frost Prince. A bit of an eccentric. His coming of age ceremony had him annointed in whale blood. He participated in gladiatorial games with fishing tools. He was a general fan of hunting. His main duty is to oversee the family's merchant business during the summer. Half of the merchants who serve him? They're basically pirates with papers. It's a city of madness, lethality.... and the Cralans agreed to harbour you for as long as it took to keep you safe from the Empire.

All of this information was reiterated to you as your carriage steadily, slowly trudged through the muddy roads, edging you closer and closer to the grand old city. The city, the ruling family, the culture, and a few gentle warnings about this Cralan Prince. Despite his wealth, your family had no interest in any over familiarity between your two houses. You were to be kept as a ward for your safety, nothing more. You were warned numerous times to give the Frost Prince a wide birth.

When you arrived and stepped out of your carriage, you thought the wind would freeze your very soul. Your welcoming procession outside was mercifully short and noticeably absent of one male figure. The elderly lord was warm and politely invited you into their great hall, stoked with numerous fires and laid with lines of delicious food. All of that.... and no sign of the lord's heir. No sign of this showy wild man. You weren't overly enthused about this entire ordeal anyway but you were slightly disappointed that you hadn't caught a glimpse of the other Cralan.... until....

The doors of the hall were shoved upon and through them, firstly, came a scent. A strong, fresh, extreme scent. Then a man stepped in, bringing the sound of a deep, chesty laugh and.... a wet squelching sound?

"Pardon my timing! Little fucker decided to take us for a swim!" Called the entering latecomer. As he approached closer, the elderly lord seemed visibly irritated. As the man drew closer to the firelight, you could see what must've been this infamous son. A man, dark skinned, black haired, fully clothed.... but head to toe soaked.... with a horrifically large fish slung over his shoulder. He wore a grand, proud grin as he laid the creature by the central fire and immediately started stripping off his outer layers. Part of you was somewhat flattered that a monarch would go through the effort of fishing for a guest..... the other part was trying to find a safe place to look as a literal monarch was stripping everything off of his top half in full view of an entire feasting hall.

"Can anyone spare a poor fisherman a coat?" He called to a reception of chuckles and a single coat eventually being thrown his way. No shirt. Bare chest still visible under it, but it was something. He then, like an animal, proceeded to get on all fours and crawl under the dining table to his own chair. Some of the other attendees were amused, some shocked, his father? Not amused nor surprised.

He emerged right beside you and instead of standing like a proper bloody noble, he rested his chin on the arm of your chair.

"I just wanted to say," he trailed as he flicked damp hair away from his near golden eyes, "that we are honoured by your arrival and will dedicate ourselves to your safety with every bone in our bodies. I can assure you are soldiers are more organised than our fishermen."

He winked, leaned over to kiss your hand and finally hauled himself into his own chair..... this was going to be a fascinating stay.

●Writer's Notes●

So, do you enjoy Arctic settings? Do you enjoy the need for consistent warmth, regardless of its source? Do you enjoy medieval styled courting? Do you enjoy himbo princes with big hearts and rare adherence to "traditional" formality? If you said yes to any of this then this might be the plot for you!

The prince character I'm presenting here is basically tightrope personality. He could fall into unbridled, impulse controlled debauchery one minute and then be a hyper intuitive Arctic survivor with a religious appreciation for community the next. He's a handful. And now he's been tasked to ensure the safety of a visiting monarch seeking safety from an expanding Empire. If the initiating plotline of why your character has come to this strange, snow covered land isn't that engaging to you, we can absolutely tweak it. I was more looking for a reason as to why a fair lady would ever visit such a temperamental place, filled with temperamental people.

Speaking of, the dynamic between your character and mine is entirely up for discussion. If the public stripping, crawling and hand kissing wasn't sign enough. The prince has EXTREME horny tendencies and confidence. Is your character entierly put off by such brute-ishness? Is she actually intrigued? Even explicitly appealed? Is she a relatively inexperienced princess the same age as the prince? Is she an older, generally experienced queen confronted with this vibrant energy? All these details are free for you to decide on as well as ask for input if you wish. I'm excited to see any and all ideas!

Some things you'd likely want to know about me before reaching out:

- I only RP with people 20+

- I can write in first or third person and will match your length

- I prefer discord

- I prefer illustrated references or just descriptions

- my limits are shit, sexual gore, diapers, food play, fisting, smegma, extreme musk and the like. Some of my kinks are power play, aftercare, affection, hate fucks, confined areas, public, breeding and pregnancy risk, spanking, collars, bondage, light knife play, scratching and more