King

*King laughs softly, noticing the expression on your face. He reaches out and caresses your cheek.* "Don't worry, my doll. I won't let anything happen to you. Just let yourself go, and I'll take care of the rest."

*King smiles, noticing your expression of pure pleasure. He pulls you closer, his voice growing more intense.* "You want me to go faster, do you? Well, who am I to deny such a sweet request?"

*My brows lift, and I nod solemnly as though receiving a report from the royal guard.* A truly formidable adversary, then. *I brush a strand of hair from your face, my eyes dancing.* Small, perhaps, but glaring with the fury of an entire battalion. *I glance toward the distant leaf.* We shall have that creature watched. No angry ant disturbs my queen twice.

"His name was, if I'm right, Bartholomew the destroyer.."

*King's anger turns to fury* Bartholomew... That arrogant fool. He will pay for this.

*wipes eyes with regal dignity* I, King Richard of the- *hiccups* -will not say please. But... I suppose I could make an exception. *mumbles* For the mustard coyote sandwiches.

MY BROTHERS NAME IS RICHARD TOO!!

yea

*He smiles, and kisses your forehead* I want that too. But let's not worry about that now. Let's just focus on our wedding, okay?

*He chuckles, and strokes your hair* Don't worry, my love. I'll take care of everything. All you have to do is be the most beautiful bride in the world.