canarejka @ 2011-01-29T00: 16:00
And, here again, looked like making sausages yesterday on Discovery. This usually does not transfer the agitation. Here http://kiwi.kz/watch/0vy21avzesq1 can check out. At the sight of "trim meat" is at the beginning of an appetite for hot dogs, I probably lost forever ((((
Friday, January 28, 2011
Flavor Of Love Myammee Tits
kak us, prostate naebyvaût
Background - a very long time my favorite breakfast, and sometimes and dinner was a low-fat cottage cheese. I have no guile lozhogo love it in its pure form. For a long time I was looking for the most delicious. In 2004-2005, I hawala "President", the one that Ukrainian. Disgustingly tasteless in small cups. Total 45 kcal/100 grams. Then I was so skinny and hungry, that ate both his cheeks.
With his power grew thin. Then summer, I went over to him the same, but granular. Ate, lived until the month in Nikita. Ate it for breakfast and lunch with saharozamom. On the day lacked the big package, supper is usually not really, except that wine. And how to fix up fucking 54 kg, so for a month and not put off. I must confess that he too repulsive to the taste.
Then there was the house in the village 0%, then I finally razozhralas to porcine status until six months is not climbed and had training as a designer, and cottage cheese left in limbo. Did not use I did a few years, maybe, I was sick at the thought.
Then I reverted back to the cottage cheese and I really love "thanks." Seemed to be very tasty, yet it is not there was a scandal. And it turned out that where previously written 1.8 grams of fat, has highlighted 7.5. And the inscription remained "low fat". That wave of female indignation http://www.galya.ru/clubs/show.php?dlimit=375&p=2&id=85331 # allcomments
Then they renamed it "low fat" in the low-calorie, and 1.8% came back. He was no longer such a delicious))) And I stopped to buy it (probably from the insult).
Then I noticed that the metamorphosis of this kind have occurred then, and with other curds. And all female, were 7.5%. Except for one thing - Dmitrov! It's like a 1.8, and stayed. And I ate it for about six months. He's so tasty, zheltovatenky. Even the suspicion aroused. As it turned out, not in vain.
acidification in my pack and a half of cottage cheese, and, to not to throw away, decided bungled curd pancake out of it. Figanula there a little oatmeal, sucrose and ~ oven! I take out ... And now here you are! Top floating layer of fat. By size as the Ukrainian borscht. I did porastirala. Kapnula a glass of water - really fat. Start it from there fish out with a spoon. Fished almost 2 glasses of pure oil. Here, and read - it is 300 grams of cottage cheese. What is the percentage?
Then came across this article in the internet. And quite depressed.
quote "Hi, found on the Internet at forum information about the independent verification of a consumer real fat, "fat" cheese in batches, which revealed a huge violation of brands such as Romashkino, Dmitrov (up to 30% fat !!!)."
link http://www.ripi-test.ru/node/844
In general except disgusting cottage cheese "House" to believe anyone impossible. I just in shock, they are generally all probably fat, calories and composition of the canopy they write.
Here's another ham take the "Empire of taste." The packaging of beef says "Energy value of 75 kcal. "Now look at the tyrnet how many calories beef? values from 110 to 160 kcal.
magically fell ... Let's composition: beef, water, starch, vegetable protein, milk powder, salt and sugar.
So calorie ingredients: starch 313 g kcal/100
soy calories 280 calories (this is in the dry)
milk powder and sugar - also dohera
I would still can not believe that there is so much soy, which swells to 5 times that the caloric content is reduced, if not pieces fat, which I found in this ham for the last time.
You know, I do not think that they are guilty, that I have a fat ass. This is entirely my responsibility, neher eat chocolate with a sweet wine.
BUT! They are deceiving us! Cashing in on us, our health and our credulity!
After all of this requirement to prohibit Coke Light in Russia seem to be a miserable sham!
Background - a very long time my favorite breakfast, and sometimes and dinner was a low-fat cottage cheese. I have no guile lozhogo love it in its pure form. For a long time I was looking for the most delicious. In 2004-2005, I hawala "President", the one that Ukrainian. Disgustingly tasteless in small cups. Total 45 kcal/100 grams. Then I was so skinny and hungry, that ate both his cheeks.
With his power grew thin. Then summer, I went over to him the same, but granular. Ate, lived until the month in Nikita. Ate it for breakfast and lunch with saharozamom. On the day lacked the big package, supper is usually not really, except that wine. And how to fix up fucking 54 kg, so for a month and not put off. I must confess that he too repulsive to the taste.
Then there was the house in the village 0%, then I finally razozhralas to porcine status until six months is not climbed and had training as a designer, and cottage cheese left in limbo. Did not use I did a few years, maybe, I was sick at the thought.
Then I reverted back to the cottage cheese and I really love "thanks." Seemed to be very tasty, yet it is not there was a scandal. And it turned out that where previously written 1.8 grams of fat, has highlighted 7.5. And the inscription remained "low fat". That wave of female indignation http://www.galya.ru/clubs/show.php?dlimit=375&p=2&id=85331 # allcomments
Then they renamed it "low fat" in the low-calorie, and 1.8% came back. He was no longer such a delicious))) And I stopped to buy it (probably from the insult).
Then I noticed that the metamorphosis of this kind have occurred then, and with other curds. And all female, were 7.5%. Except for one thing - Dmitrov! It's like a 1.8, and stayed. And I ate it for about six months. He's so tasty, zheltovatenky. Even the suspicion aroused. As it turned out, not in vain.
acidification in my pack and a half of cottage cheese, and, to not to throw away, decided bungled curd pancake out of it. Figanula there a little oatmeal, sucrose and ~ oven! I take out ... And now here you are! Top floating layer of fat. By size as the Ukrainian borscht. I did porastirala. Kapnula a glass of water - really fat. Start it from there fish out with a spoon. Fished almost 2 glasses of pure oil. Here, and read - it is 300 grams of cottage cheese. What is the percentage?
Then came across this article in the internet. And quite depressed.
quote "Hi, found on the Internet at forum information about the independent verification of a consumer real fat, "fat" cheese in batches, which revealed a huge violation of brands such as Romashkino, Dmitrov (up to 30% fat !!!)."
link http://www.ripi-test.ru/node/844
In general except disgusting cottage cheese "House" to believe anyone impossible. I just in shock, they are generally all probably fat, calories and composition of the canopy they write.
Here's another ham take the "Empire of taste." The packaging of beef says "Energy value of 75 kcal. "Now look at the tyrnet how many calories beef? values from 110 to 160 kcal.
magically fell ... Let's composition: beef, water, starch, vegetable protein, milk powder, salt and sugar.
So calorie ingredients: starch 313 g kcal/100
soy calories 280 calories (this is in the dry)
milk powder and sugar - also dohera
I would still can not believe that there is so much soy, which swells to 5 times that the caloric content is reduced, if not pieces fat, which I found in this ham for the last time.
You know, I do not think that they are guilty, that I have a fat ass. This is entirely my responsibility, neher eat chocolate with a sweet wine.
BUT! They are deceiving us! Cashing in on us, our health and our credulity!
After all of this requirement to prohibit Coke Light in Russia seem to be a miserable sham!
Sample Anniversary Toasts
canarejka @ 2011-01-28T23: 34:00
seems to eat was, but with flaws, kanesh. Here are today in 21-00 ate an egg yolk. The question tries. In general, sick, and am angry. Offended at all, roaring occasionally. Want to climb. I hope Sunday is going, and then both go mad for long! Already climbed all day! Horror! SchA you scribbled gastronomic horror, pour the entire flow of my indignation, because how do all the same inning. A man on a business trip, the cat sleeps.
seems to eat was, but with flaws, kanesh. Here are today in 21-00 ate an egg yolk. The question tries. In general, sick, and am angry. Offended at all, roaring occasionally. Want to climb. I hope Sunday is going, and then both go mad for long! Already climbed all day! Horror! SchA you scribbled gastronomic horror, pour the entire flow of my indignation, because how do all the same inning. A man on a business trip, the cat sleeps.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Great Personal Statement Dental Hygiene
nanowriwoe @ 2010-11-05T00: 54:00
First Chapter.
Birthday.
The Lady opened the windows of the room she shared with her husband to let the fresh morning breeze in. Today was the third day of January, and soon the seventeenth birthday of the Prince would come.
“Good morning, dear...” She greeted the sleeping form of the Regent.
“I had another dream about him.” He said in a ragged voice and she chuckled.
“That man is dead, Ivan, stop worrying.” The Lady waited until he was sitting in the bed and went to look for the breakfast tray. “Everything is calm today too, you should have your breakfast and get ready for your 8 am meeting with the Minister of Internal Affairs. I will be out all day getting everything prepared for Alain’s birthday party, but I already confirmed all of your meetings and appointments, so you should be fine with the help of that secretary of yours.”
The Regent loved his wife dearly. She was capable, efficient, and a bit of an obsessive psycho, but that was fine for him, as his duties required exactly that kind of person by his side.
She spoke for another twenty minutes while he ate his breakfast and got showered and changed to leave. He listened to every word, as she gave him the news and the latest rumours of the society. At seven thirty, the Regent picked his briefcase from his wife’s hands and kissed her, using the small pause in her chatter to get a word.
“Thank you, Marcia.”
“You know I do this gladly, silly.” She chuckled fixing his tie.
“Call me if you need anything, will you?”
“I will, now go, it’s getting late.”
The Lady watched his retreating back for a moment before closing the bedroom door. She sat in the bed with a small sigh, and settled for reviewing her own agenda for the day.
Sometimes she felt a little guilty for lying to Ivan after he had been so good to her, but in the end, she knew it was for the best. The Prophet was mad, but he was still right most of the times, wasn’t he?
She remembered perfectly how he had sneaked into the Great Palace that night when her husband was out, and how he had promised her he would just take a few minutes. How someone could get trough the tight security of the place was absolutely unknown to her, but then again, she didn’t understand how this man’s mind or the predictions worked.
So she had lied in the name of the promise that he would live.
A knock on the door brought her back to reality.
“Mother?”
“Alain, please come in.” She smiled, getting up to greet her child. The one that would have been Ilana was the perfect image of a young teenager. Maybe his factions were a little too delicate, and maybe the bound chest was too tight and the pants too loose, but the fact was that nobody had ever said or mentioned a word about it. For all matters, Alain was a man, and nobody even thought about doubting it, after all, they had no reason at all.
“Good morning...” Alain looked at his mother and blinked, a little confused. “Am I too early? I can leave so you can get changed.”
“Oh, it's fine I just got distracted with the Agenda for today. We have a very busy day ahead of us.”
Alain knew better than believing her Agenda lies, the Agenda face was completely different to the one she had, but he also knew better than asking further.
“I’m ready, then.”
It was a busy day they had ahead. Alain and Marcia went out the Great Palace and into the Inner City to continue organizing the finer details of the party; maybe another day Alain would have complained about all the boring duties, but that day all of his classes had been cancelled and not seeing his tutors was enough to make this the best day in the year. Decorations, food, entertainment, Alain could not care less about all of those things.
He couldn’t say the same about his visit to the seamstress.
Alain liked buying his clothes on big stores, instead of having them tailored as his father and mother did, but after much insistence from Marcia he had agreed to let the family’s seamstress make the clothes he would wear for the birthday event. The seamstress was as boring, old and fat as she had always been, but her new student... As they walked trough the inner City to get to the seamstress’ studio, Alain smiled to himself. She was pretty.
Her name was Julianne, but everyone called her Julie. She had no boyfriend, and the prettiest auburn eyes Alain had ever seen, and he had seen a lot of pretty auburn eyes. She was a little shy, and her hands trembled all the time when she had to put pins on Alain’s suit, but he just found those things endearing. She wasn’t anything like the girls he had met before, and that made him even more curious.
So that day, as he checked the finished suit in the mirror, Alain did what Alain always did.
“Say, Julie...” She paled a little when he called her name. Panic started building on the pit of her stomach as she answered.
“Is everything all right with the suit, Prince?”
“Yes, it looks perfect.” He gave her a charming smile over the mirror, and saw her blush a little. “I wanted to ask you something.”
“Oh, please tell me how I can help you.” She blurted out, blushing brightly at that.
“Do you know that my birthday party will be in eight days...?”
“Of course I do, everyone is getting ready for the Prince’s big party.”
“Do you have a date already?”
“A date? F-for the party?” She was stuttering now, and Alain chuckled turning to see her.
“You are coming, right?”
“I’m just a student, I can’t just go to the party without an invitation...” Julie fixed her eyes on the floor, avoiding the look the Prince was giving her.
“Well, you are invited now, so you better take some time to make a nice dress for yourself.” Alain smiled a little, fixing the coat of his new suit. “I’ll send someone to pick you up at nine.”
“T-thank you...”
“I will talk to the old hag and ask her to give you a raise, too.”
“W-what? Prince, you don’t have to do those things!” She was a little scandalized but the Prince paid it no mind.
“I do them because I want. I’m going to change back.” And with that Alain went into the dressing room, leaving a dumbfounded Julie behind.
“I invited her to the dance, mother, do you mind?” He asked as they made their way back to the Great Palace.
“It’s fine, it’s your party after all. Just be careful.”
“I know, I know...” Alain looked at the clear night sky and smiled to his mother. “Stephane will be there, so it’ll be fine.
“I hope so, my son, I really do.”
They continued their way sharing small talk. As usual, the Lady was entertained with her conversation regarding the latest news, Alain had browsed the newspapers and watched some of the early morning television programs, so he was quite informed himself
The party would be in eight days, and the Prince just couldn’t wait.
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Julie worked on her dress for six hours every night. She wanted every detail to be perfect, each bead and centimeter of silk had to be in the perfect place, the silk had to be flawless, and everything had to be ready a day before of the party. That allowed her take that last day to take care of the small details, which she did with as much dedication as she had done for the suit for the Prince.
Her master insisted that she shouldn’t go. She insisted that the Prince was a known playboy, and he would only break her heart. The old seamstress was right in one of those two, the Prince loved flirting with girls, and ran away from serious relationships. Julie knew that from the beginning, so she wouldn’t be heartbroken.
Just a night with him, even if it was spent talking and walking in the gardens, would be absolutely perfect for her.
The car came to look for her three minutes earlier. Instead of making it wait, she went out, ready to leave. The driver opened the door for her, which she thanked in a small shy voice, and she went in to find someone else there.
Of course she and expected that the Prince would send an escort for her, it was the correct thing to do according to protocol, but she hadn’t expected the young Lord Lancaster, the Prince’s personal Knight, assistant and bodyguard to be there.
“Good night, milady.” He greeted. She only knew him from the pictures in the newspapers, where he was always standing at the right of the Prince, but he was pretty notorious with his piercing grey eyes and tan skin.
“G-good night...” She was blushing again and she knew it. He motioned for her to sit which she did wordlessly.
“The Prince asked me to be your escort.” He smiled, leaning in the car’s door and resting a leg in the space between them in order to see her better. “I hope you don’t mind it.”
“Of course I don’t, Lord Lancaster!” He laughed at that, shaking his head.
“Please don’t call me that, Lord Lancaster is my father.”
“Then how should I address you, sir?”
“Stephane should be fine.”
“Sir Stephane then?” She nodded with a small smile. “I’m surprised that the Prince decided I was worthy of such an impressive escort.”
“You must be joking.” Stephane stifled a laugh. “I just hit things and take care of one person, that’s a job anyone with dedication can do.”
“It’s fare more than what I do. And you are a noble too.”
“Nothing special about that. Say, Julie, are you a good dancer?”
“I have a bit of practice.”
“Then maybe we can dance... The Prince will take time to dance too, so you should invite him. Pay no mind to the protocol.”
“But...”
“He’ll say yes.” Stephane turned his head to the window.
Julie looked at him for a moment. He looked a little bored, to be sincere. Probably his head was in other things right now, and she looked at the other window, seeing the Great Palace get closer and closer.
“You are thinking of something.” Came Stephane’s monotone, taking the young girl out of her reflections. She shook her head, then nodded, then took a deep breath before speaking.
“You really know him, don’t you?” The Knight didn’t answer at first, instead just continuing his intent staring at the outside.
“We’ve been working together for a while...” He answered after a few minutes.
“I see... You must be a very busy person.”
“I am...” The car came to a stop and Stephane hopped out of the car, getting to open the door for Julie even before the driver even got down. “Before going in, make up your mind on how far you want things to go. Now wait here, I’m going to announce you.”
“I will, thank you.”
Stephane chuckled. She wasn’t Alain’s normal type, certainly, but she did have pretty eyes and skilled hands. She was shy too, but she seemed to know her place perfectly fine. No wonder the Prince had chosen her after all.
Julie waited for ten minutes before the Prince came out of the building, wearing the suit she had made for him. He smiled at her charmingly, offering a delicate hand for her to take. She took it, and he walked with her towards the Ballroom.
“I hope Stephane didn’t say any strange things to you.”
“He didn’t, Prince.”
“Well, that would be a first.” Alain chuckled, and Julie could swear that her knees had gone weak just with that sound. “He doesn’t really like this kind of parties, and I can’t blame him... His fiancée starts acting like a creep around these times.”
“There are many beautiful ladies... Maybe she fears he will leave her?”
“I suppose, still, Stephane is not that kind of person... At any rate, we shouldn’t be talking about those things.” He gave her another smile. “Let’s enjoy the party.”
Roseanne was already waiting for him when Stephane arrived. She was wearing a new dress, and looking pretty angry.
“I’m sorry for the wait...” He smiled at her, apologetically. He was a dead man and he knew it.
“Oh, it’s fine, it’s not as if I had to come alone. Oh, wait...”
“You know I can’t deny the Prince’s requests...”
“I know that, but maybe you should talk to him about that, shouldn’t you? He’s always asking you to do those things and--” Her tone was increasing, and people were starting to notice that their hushed conversation wasn’t exactly comfortable.
“Roseanne.” He warned. And that single word was all it took to make her stop her conversation.
As angry as she was at the Prince and his whims, and angry as she was at Stephane for just obeying every single command that pretty boy issued, Roseanne knew better than to keep on drawing attention. Stephane just gave her a thankful look. He would be seeing more of this as soon as he went back home, but at least it wouldn’t be in front of everyone.
Julie spent a long time sitting in one of the tables, chattering shyly with some of the guests of the party. Over and over her eyes went to look for Alain amongst the guests, and each time she couldn’t help a smile when their sights crossed. After about an hour, Julie had finally dared to ask Alain for a dance, which he accepted gladly.
A few tables away, Stephane was utterly horrified. Alain was actually enjoying his time with the girl, and that meant he soon would be called to do bedroom duties... Roseanne would kill him quite dead if he even tried to slip away right now, Prince or no Prince.
He had to either get rid of the girl or get rid of his fiancée before everything went to hell. And yes, that was the kind of tough choices Stephane had to confront every day as Alain’s Knight.
He was pretty much going for “get rid of his fiancée” as it somehow was less risky, but he had to find a way to convince her to go back. Maybe he could pay a waiter to drop a drink on her? No, he had done that one last time. Tell her he was bored of the party? No, that was the previous one. Try to reason with her? Yeah right. Oh. Yes, yes, yes. He had it.
That would have to do.
Alain invited his date for a walk in the gardens. It was a bit of interest in her, and a bit of needing to get away from the idle chatter for a while, but it was still nice when she accepted.
As they walked, hand in hand, Julie noticed that the Prince’s hand was perfectly manicured, that his hair was perfectly brushed, that his voice was perfect, and that pretty much everything she could think of was like that. Perfect, perfect... Being with someone like that made her feel a little inadequate, she was so normal, so...
“What do you want, Julie?”
“A-ah Prince...” Her words came out a little choked, and she blushed brightly.
“Just tell me the truth, I promise I will listen to any request you make.” He stopped a moment, to look at the night sky.
“Just a night with the Prince, nothing more...” She answered, her voice barely a whisper.
“A night in the gardens, or a night in my chambers?” Alain didn’t even look at her as he asked, his eyes still fixed on the stars above.
“Whatever the Prince wishes to concede me...”
“I see.”
Both stayed in silence for a while, Alain’s eyes looking for that one constellation, the one that helped him relax each night. Gemini, gemini... Alain sometimes wondered about the twin that had died, the other half of his own soul... What would he have thought if he knew his little sister had taken his place as the first son?
“Prince...?”
“I’d rather have you call me Alain if we are going trough with this, Julie.”
“I don’t...” She trailed off after that, and didn’t say another word. He looked at her from the corner of his eye, and rolled his eyes.
It was the same, always the same. He wondered if there would come a day when one of them said no. This one was so different, so shy and careful... Yet she was the same. She didn’t dare to say no, she didn’t even think about it, never suggested what to do even when he had given her the right, when he had asked her.
Alain hated her.
“A night in my chambers... There are rules for that, Julie, will you listen to them?” His tone didn’t betray his feelings for her, his words were perfectly calculated, as he had done this routine hundreds of times.
“Of course, Alain...!”
“I am to initiate all touches. You may request, but that doesn’t mean I will comply. In exchange I will not hurt you and I will do everything within my boundaries to ensure you spend a good night.”
“I understand.”
“Also, I have called Stephane over, I hope you don’t mind.”
“Of course I don’t.”
She smiled at him, that shy smile, and Alain hated her, hated her pretty auburn eyes, her shyness and the fact that she existed... He hated her so much.
Stephane was a little surprised that the bedroom duties were taking so long. Usually it would take much less than half an hour in the gardens for him to be called. Maybe she was the one? Had she slapped him at last? As much as Stephane loved him, God knew Alain deserved a good slap. All was ruined when one of the servants approached him and announced.
"Sir, the penguins have arrived.”
“Already? Wasn’t the shipment supposed to take one more day?”
“I’m sorry, Sir, but this has to be attended immediately.”
“Tell them I’ll be there in a moment, now go.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Stephane sighed, and looked at Roseanne, putting his best kicked puppy face.
“At least that should keep me safe from the other duties. Will you excuse me?”
“I’ll wait for you awake, did you hear me?”
“Of course, please do.”
As he got up to walk to the gardens, Stephane knew she wasn’t the one.
It took them no time to move from the gardens to the Prince’s chambers, and even less time to get Julie out of her fancy dress and into Alain’s talented hands and mouth, where she was reduced to moans and whimpers.
It took just a few words to have her doing whatever he asked for, whatever he wanted. Like a drone, like a slave, like a servant, Alain hated her.
When he told her that in order to get to him she had to please his Knight, she blushed, but still complied. Alain was the one to undress Stephane, as she wasn’t really worthy of even thinking of him, much less get him out of his clothes, and in a blink the girl was all over him.
Bedroom duties weren’t exactly something Stephane enjoyed. He liked girls, and well, of course he liked sex, but he’d rather do those things with someone he cared about, or at least someone who wanted to be with him instead of making him some kind of proxy Prince.
He knew he could stop those duties at any time, but he just couldn’t at the same time. His eyes went to Alain’s form, to see him sitting in one of the chairs, just watching silently, with those eyes, those hateful eyes Stephane knew so well.
There was no point in thinking about that when there were warm lips enveloping him, but Alain’s eyes never failed to make him lose his concentration... Roseanne was going to kill him if he went back smelling like other girl, so he was a little thankful for the fact that Julie wasn’t a perfume kind of person.
Three hours had gone by, Julie was sleeping now, her hair was knotted and her makeup was a mess. Stephane was just sitting on the edge of the bed only in his pants, and the Prince hadn't moved from his chair.
“Alain?”
“I don’t want to be in the same room as her. Let’s leave.”
“As you wish.”
Alain’s second room wasn’t as fancy or well equipped, but it was the Prince’s second favorite room, the first one being the library. As they reached it Alain dropped on the big sofa with a deep sigh.
“I don't want to see her again, I hate her.”
“I will see that she is taken back to her home when she wakes up, don’t worry about it.” As it was their usual routine, Stephane sat in the floor besides Alain’s legs as he spoke.
“She was the same as they all are...”
“Maybe you are asking too much of them. After all none of them really know you, and you don’t give them any time either.”
“I don’t care. I don’t want to be with someone who loves an idea they have of me, or with someone who wants what I can provide. I’m tired of this, I hate them.”
“You just need to get changed and relax, a good night of sleep will make it all go away.” Stephane leaned in a little, resting the side of his head in one of the Prince’s knees. “Let me help you.”
Before Alain even reacted, the Knight had already undone his shoelaces, taken off his boots with expert hands, and was working his way up his legs with careful caresses.
“The only reason why I regret not being a female is that I can’t marry you.” The Prince laughed, letting all of his weight fall on the back of the sofa.
“You wouldn’t want that...” With silken fingers Stephane removed Alain’s shirt, kissing a shoulder as soon as it was uncovered. “I’m a terrible fiancé.”
“Ah, that’s true...” The Prince sighed, moving his head to the side to let him do his work. “Roseanne must be waiting for you, you shouldn’t be here.”
“She can wait a little more. Sit up.”
Alain chuckled, and did as told, taking a deep breath as the Knight removed the bindings of his chest. As he massaged that soft back, Stephane thought back to how long he had taken to get used to the idea of the prince actually having the body of a woman. He had to admit that the idea was still a little strange, but by now he was fine with living knowing a secret that could bring down the order of the Country.
The truth was that Stephane didn’t give a damn about the Country or the world order or whatever. He was in this thing because he wanted to protect the Prince, wanted to see him get his goddamn perfect girl, get married and somehow produce some children.
He wasn't exactly sure why, but he had felt like that ever since the first day he laid eyes on Alain.
And even if right now he could only offer comfort in the form of his touch, even if he could do nothing to ease whatever worries weighed on his soul, Stephane would still be there.
Because he was a Knight.
He had been born to be a Knight.
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WHAT THE FLYING FUCK NOVEL? THOSE TWO WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO... WELL.... BE WHATEVER THEY ARE.
WHAT THE HELL.
Also, Julie you suck.
First Chapter.
Birthday.
The Lady opened the windows of the room she shared with her husband to let the fresh morning breeze in. Today was the third day of January, and soon the seventeenth birthday of the Prince would come.
“Good morning, dear...” She greeted the sleeping form of the Regent.
“I had another dream about him.” He said in a ragged voice and she chuckled.
“That man is dead, Ivan, stop worrying.” The Lady waited until he was sitting in the bed and went to look for the breakfast tray. “Everything is calm today too, you should have your breakfast and get ready for your 8 am meeting with the Minister of Internal Affairs. I will be out all day getting everything prepared for Alain’s birthday party, but I already confirmed all of your meetings and appointments, so you should be fine with the help of that secretary of yours.”
The Regent loved his wife dearly. She was capable, efficient, and a bit of an obsessive psycho, but that was fine for him, as his duties required exactly that kind of person by his side.
She spoke for another twenty minutes while he ate his breakfast and got showered and changed to leave. He listened to every word, as she gave him the news and the latest rumours of the society. At seven thirty, the Regent picked his briefcase from his wife’s hands and kissed her, using the small pause in her chatter to get a word.
“Thank you, Marcia.”
“You know I do this gladly, silly.” She chuckled fixing his tie.
“Call me if you need anything, will you?”
“I will, now go, it’s getting late.”
The Lady watched his retreating back for a moment before closing the bedroom door. She sat in the bed with a small sigh, and settled for reviewing her own agenda for the day.
Sometimes she felt a little guilty for lying to Ivan after he had been so good to her, but in the end, she knew it was for the best. The Prophet was mad, but he was still right most of the times, wasn’t he?
She remembered perfectly how he had sneaked into the Great Palace that night when her husband was out, and how he had promised her he would just take a few minutes. How someone could get trough the tight security of the place was absolutely unknown to her, but then again, she didn’t understand how this man’s mind or the predictions worked.
So she had lied in the name of the promise that he would live.
A knock on the door brought her back to reality.
“Mother?”
“Alain, please come in.” She smiled, getting up to greet her child. The one that would have been Ilana was the perfect image of a young teenager. Maybe his factions were a little too delicate, and maybe the bound chest was too tight and the pants too loose, but the fact was that nobody had ever said or mentioned a word about it. For all matters, Alain was a man, and nobody even thought about doubting it, after all, they had no reason at all.
“Good morning...” Alain looked at his mother and blinked, a little confused. “Am I too early? I can leave so you can get changed.”
“Oh, it's fine I just got distracted with the Agenda for today. We have a very busy day ahead of us.”
Alain knew better than believing her Agenda lies, the Agenda face was completely different to the one she had, but he also knew better than asking further.
“I’m ready, then.”
It was a busy day they had ahead. Alain and Marcia went out the Great Palace and into the Inner City to continue organizing the finer details of the party; maybe another day Alain would have complained about all the boring duties, but that day all of his classes had been cancelled and not seeing his tutors was enough to make this the best day in the year. Decorations, food, entertainment, Alain could not care less about all of those things.
He couldn’t say the same about his visit to the seamstress.
Alain liked buying his clothes on big stores, instead of having them tailored as his father and mother did, but after much insistence from Marcia he had agreed to let the family’s seamstress make the clothes he would wear for the birthday event. The seamstress was as boring, old and fat as she had always been, but her new student... As they walked trough the inner City to get to the seamstress’ studio, Alain smiled to himself. She was pretty.
Her name was Julianne, but everyone called her Julie. She had no boyfriend, and the prettiest auburn eyes Alain had ever seen, and he had seen a lot of pretty auburn eyes. She was a little shy, and her hands trembled all the time when she had to put pins on Alain’s suit, but he just found those things endearing. She wasn’t anything like the girls he had met before, and that made him even more curious.
So that day, as he checked the finished suit in the mirror, Alain did what Alain always did.
“Say, Julie...” She paled a little when he called her name. Panic started building on the pit of her stomach as she answered.
“Is everything all right with the suit, Prince?”
“Yes, it looks perfect.” He gave her a charming smile over the mirror, and saw her blush a little. “I wanted to ask you something.”
“Oh, please tell me how I can help you.” She blurted out, blushing brightly at that.
“Do you know that my birthday party will be in eight days...?”
“Of course I do, everyone is getting ready for the Prince’s big party.”
“Do you have a date already?”
“A date? F-for the party?” She was stuttering now, and Alain chuckled turning to see her.
“You are coming, right?”
“I’m just a student, I can’t just go to the party without an invitation...” Julie fixed her eyes on the floor, avoiding the look the Prince was giving her.
“Well, you are invited now, so you better take some time to make a nice dress for yourself.” Alain smiled a little, fixing the coat of his new suit. “I’ll send someone to pick you up at nine.”
“T-thank you...”
“I will talk to the old hag and ask her to give you a raise, too.”
“W-what? Prince, you don’t have to do those things!” She was a little scandalized but the Prince paid it no mind.
“I do them because I want. I’m going to change back.” And with that Alain went into the dressing room, leaving a dumbfounded Julie behind.
“I invited her to the dance, mother, do you mind?” He asked as they made their way back to the Great Palace.
“It’s fine, it’s your party after all. Just be careful.”
“I know, I know...” Alain looked at the clear night sky and smiled to his mother. “Stephane will be there, so it’ll be fine.
“I hope so, my son, I really do.”
They continued their way sharing small talk. As usual, the Lady was entertained with her conversation regarding the latest news, Alain had browsed the newspapers and watched some of the early morning television programs, so he was quite informed himself
The party would be in eight days, and the Prince just couldn’t wait.
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Julie worked on her dress for six hours every night. She wanted every detail to be perfect, each bead and centimeter of silk had to be in the perfect place, the silk had to be flawless, and everything had to be ready a day before of the party. That allowed her take that last day to take care of the small details, which she did with as much dedication as she had done for the suit for the Prince.
Her master insisted that she shouldn’t go. She insisted that the Prince was a known playboy, and he would only break her heart. The old seamstress was right in one of those two, the Prince loved flirting with girls, and ran away from serious relationships. Julie knew that from the beginning, so she wouldn’t be heartbroken.
Just a night with him, even if it was spent talking and walking in the gardens, would be absolutely perfect for her.
The car came to look for her three minutes earlier. Instead of making it wait, she went out, ready to leave. The driver opened the door for her, which she thanked in a small shy voice, and she went in to find someone else there.
Of course she and expected that the Prince would send an escort for her, it was the correct thing to do according to protocol, but she hadn’t expected the young Lord Lancaster, the Prince’s personal Knight, assistant and bodyguard to be there.
“Good night, milady.” He greeted. She only knew him from the pictures in the newspapers, where he was always standing at the right of the Prince, but he was pretty notorious with his piercing grey eyes and tan skin.
“G-good night...” She was blushing again and she knew it. He motioned for her to sit which she did wordlessly.
“The Prince asked me to be your escort.” He smiled, leaning in the car’s door and resting a leg in the space between them in order to see her better. “I hope you don’t mind it.”
“Of course I don’t, Lord Lancaster!” He laughed at that, shaking his head.
“Please don’t call me that, Lord Lancaster is my father.”
“Then how should I address you, sir?”
“Stephane should be fine.”
“Sir Stephane then?” She nodded with a small smile. “I’m surprised that the Prince decided I was worthy of such an impressive escort.”
“You must be joking.” Stephane stifled a laugh. “I just hit things and take care of one person, that’s a job anyone with dedication can do.”
“It’s fare more than what I do. And you are a noble too.”
“Nothing special about that. Say, Julie, are you a good dancer?”
“I have a bit of practice.”
“Then maybe we can dance... The Prince will take time to dance too, so you should invite him. Pay no mind to the protocol.”
“But...”
“He’ll say yes.” Stephane turned his head to the window.
Julie looked at him for a moment. He looked a little bored, to be sincere. Probably his head was in other things right now, and she looked at the other window, seeing the Great Palace get closer and closer.
“You are thinking of something.” Came Stephane’s monotone, taking the young girl out of her reflections. She shook her head, then nodded, then took a deep breath before speaking.
“You really know him, don’t you?” The Knight didn’t answer at first, instead just continuing his intent staring at the outside.
“We’ve been working together for a while...” He answered after a few minutes.
“I see... You must be a very busy person.”
“I am...” The car came to a stop and Stephane hopped out of the car, getting to open the door for Julie even before the driver even got down. “Before going in, make up your mind on how far you want things to go. Now wait here, I’m going to announce you.”
“I will, thank you.”
Stephane chuckled. She wasn’t Alain’s normal type, certainly, but she did have pretty eyes and skilled hands. She was shy too, but she seemed to know her place perfectly fine. No wonder the Prince had chosen her after all.
Julie waited for ten minutes before the Prince came out of the building, wearing the suit she had made for him. He smiled at her charmingly, offering a delicate hand for her to take. She took it, and he walked with her towards the Ballroom.
“I hope Stephane didn’t say any strange things to you.”
“He didn’t, Prince.”
“Well, that would be a first.” Alain chuckled, and Julie could swear that her knees had gone weak just with that sound. “He doesn’t really like this kind of parties, and I can’t blame him... His fiancée starts acting like a creep around these times.”
“There are many beautiful ladies... Maybe she fears he will leave her?”
“I suppose, still, Stephane is not that kind of person... At any rate, we shouldn’t be talking about those things.” He gave her another smile. “Let’s enjoy the party.”
Roseanne was already waiting for him when Stephane arrived. She was wearing a new dress, and looking pretty angry.
“I’m sorry for the wait...” He smiled at her, apologetically. He was a dead man and he knew it.
“Oh, it’s fine, it’s not as if I had to come alone. Oh, wait...”
“You know I can’t deny the Prince’s requests...”
“I know that, but maybe you should talk to him about that, shouldn’t you? He’s always asking you to do those things and--” Her tone was increasing, and people were starting to notice that their hushed conversation wasn’t exactly comfortable.
“Roseanne.” He warned. And that single word was all it took to make her stop her conversation.
As angry as she was at the Prince and his whims, and angry as she was at Stephane for just obeying every single command that pretty boy issued, Roseanne knew better than to keep on drawing attention. Stephane just gave her a thankful look. He would be seeing more of this as soon as he went back home, but at least it wouldn’t be in front of everyone.
Julie spent a long time sitting in one of the tables, chattering shyly with some of the guests of the party. Over and over her eyes went to look for Alain amongst the guests, and each time she couldn’t help a smile when their sights crossed. After about an hour, Julie had finally dared to ask Alain for a dance, which he accepted gladly.
A few tables away, Stephane was utterly horrified. Alain was actually enjoying his time with the girl, and that meant he soon would be called to do bedroom duties... Roseanne would kill him quite dead if he even tried to slip away right now, Prince or no Prince.
He had to either get rid of the girl or get rid of his fiancée before everything went to hell. And yes, that was the kind of tough choices Stephane had to confront every day as Alain’s Knight.
He was pretty much going for “get rid of his fiancée” as it somehow was less risky, but he had to find a way to convince her to go back. Maybe he could pay a waiter to drop a drink on her? No, he had done that one last time. Tell her he was bored of the party? No, that was the previous one. Try to reason with her? Yeah right. Oh. Yes, yes, yes. He had it.
That would have to do.
Alain invited his date for a walk in the gardens. It was a bit of interest in her, and a bit of needing to get away from the idle chatter for a while, but it was still nice when she accepted.
As they walked, hand in hand, Julie noticed that the Prince’s hand was perfectly manicured, that his hair was perfectly brushed, that his voice was perfect, and that pretty much everything she could think of was like that. Perfect, perfect... Being with someone like that made her feel a little inadequate, she was so normal, so...
“What do you want, Julie?”
“A-ah Prince...” Her words came out a little choked, and she blushed brightly.
“Just tell me the truth, I promise I will listen to any request you make.” He stopped a moment, to look at the night sky.
“Just a night with the Prince, nothing more...” She answered, her voice barely a whisper.
“A night in the gardens, or a night in my chambers?” Alain didn’t even look at her as he asked, his eyes still fixed on the stars above.
“Whatever the Prince wishes to concede me...”
“I see.”
Both stayed in silence for a while, Alain’s eyes looking for that one constellation, the one that helped him relax each night. Gemini, gemini... Alain sometimes wondered about the twin that had died, the other half of his own soul... What would he have thought if he knew his little sister had taken his place as the first son?
“Prince...?”
“I’d rather have you call me Alain if we are going trough with this, Julie.”
“I don’t...” She trailed off after that, and didn’t say another word. He looked at her from the corner of his eye, and rolled his eyes.
It was the same, always the same. He wondered if there would come a day when one of them said no. This one was so different, so shy and careful... Yet she was the same. She didn’t dare to say no, she didn’t even think about it, never suggested what to do even when he had given her the right, when he had asked her.
Alain hated her.
“A night in my chambers... There are rules for that, Julie, will you listen to them?” His tone didn’t betray his feelings for her, his words were perfectly calculated, as he had done this routine hundreds of times.
“Of course, Alain...!”
“I am to initiate all touches. You may request, but that doesn’t mean I will comply. In exchange I will not hurt you and I will do everything within my boundaries to ensure you spend a good night.”
“I understand.”
“Also, I have called Stephane over, I hope you don’t mind.”
“Of course I don’t.”
She smiled at him, that shy smile, and Alain hated her, hated her pretty auburn eyes, her shyness and the fact that she existed... He hated her so much.
Stephane was a little surprised that the bedroom duties were taking so long. Usually it would take much less than half an hour in the gardens for him to be called. Maybe she was the one? Had she slapped him at last? As much as Stephane loved him, God knew Alain deserved a good slap. All was ruined when one of the servants approached him and announced.
"Sir, the penguins have arrived.”
“Already? Wasn’t the shipment supposed to take one more day?”
“I’m sorry, Sir, but this has to be attended immediately.”
“Tell them I’ll be there in a moment, now go.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Stephane sighed, and looked at Roseanne, putting his best kicked puppy face.
“At least that should keep me safe from the other duties. Will you excuse me?”
“I’ll wait for you awake, did you hear me?”
“Of course, please do.”
As he got up to walk to the gardens, Stephane knew she wasn’t the one.
It took them no time to move from the gardens to the Prince’s chambers, and even less time to get Julie out of her fancy dress and into Alain’s talented hands and mouth, where she was reduced to moans and whimpers.
It took just a few words to have her doing whatever he asked for, whatever he wanted. Like a drone, like a slave, like a servant, Alain hated her.
When he told her that in order to get to him she had to please his Knight, she blushed, but still complied. Alain was the one to undress Stephane, as she wasn’t really worthy of even thinking of him, much less get him out of his clothes, and in a blink the girl was all over him.
Bedroom duties weren’t exactly something Stephane enjoyed. He liked girls, and well, of course he liked sex, but he’d rather do those things with someone he cared about, or at least someone who wanted to be with him instead of making him some kind of proxy Prince.
He knew he could stop those duties at any time, but he just couldn’t at the same time. His eyes went to Alain’s form, to see him sitting in one of the chairs, just watching silently, with those eyes, those hateful eyes Stephane knew so well.
There was no point in thinking about that when there were warm lips enveloping him, but Alain’s eyes never failed to make him lose his concentration... Roseanne was going to kill him if he went back smelling like other girl, so he was a little thankful for the fact that Julie wasn’t a perfume kind of person.
Three hours had gone by, Julie was sleeping now, her hair was knotted and her makeup was a mess. Stephane was just sitting on the edge of the bed only in his pants, and the Prince hadn't moved from his chair.
“Alain?”
“I don’t want to be in the same room as her. Let’s leave.”
“As you wish.”
Alain’s second room wasn’t as fancy or well equipped, but it was the Prince’s second favorite room, the first one being the library. As they reached it Alain dropped on the big sofa with a deep sigh.
“I don't want to see her again, I hate her.”
“I will see that she is taken back to her home when she wakes up, don’t worry about it.” As it was their usual routine, Stephane sat in the floor besides Alain’s legs as he spoke.
“She was the same as they all are...”
“Maybe you are asking too much of them. After all none of them really know you, and you don’t give them any time either.”
“I don’t care. I don’t want to be with someone who loves an idea they have of me, or with someone who wants what I can provide. I’m tired of this, I hate them.”
“You just need to get changed and relax, a good night of sleep will make it all go away.” Stephane leaned in a little, resting the side of his head in one of the Prince’s knees. “Let me help you.”
Before Alain even reacted, the Knight had already undone his shoelaces, taken off his boots with expert hands, and was working his way up his legs with careful caresses.
“The only reason why I regret not being a female is that I can’t marry you.” The Prince laughed, letting all of his weight fall on the back of the sofa.
“You wouldn’t want that...” With silken fingers Stephane removed Alain’s shirt, kissing a shoulder as soon as it was uncovered. “I’m a terrible fiancé.”
“Ah, that’s true...” The Prince sighed, moving his head to the side to let him do his work. “Roseanne must be waiting for you, you shouldn’t be here.”
“She can wait a little more. Sit up.”
Alain chuckled, and did as told, taking a deep breath as the Knight removed the bindings of his chest. As he massaged that soft back, Stephane thought back to how long he had taken to get used to the idea of the prince actually having the body of a woman. He had to admit that the idea was still a little strange, but by now he was fine with living knowing a secret that could bring down the order of the Country.
The truth was that Stephane didn’t give a damn about the Country or the world order or whatever. He was in this thing because he wanted to protect the Prince, wanted to see him get his goddamn perfect girl, get married and somehow produce some children.
He wasn't exactly sure why, but he had felt like that ever since the first day he laid eyes on Alain.
And even if right now he could only offer comfort in the form of his touch, even if he could do nothing to ease whatever worries weighed on his soul, Stephane would still be there.
Because he was a Knight.
He had been born to be a Knight.
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WHAT THE FLYING FUCK NOVEL? THOSE TWO WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO... WELL.... BE WHATEVER THEY ARE.
WHAT THE HELL.
Also, Julie you suck.
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