[Steve had been in service of the king for many years, and he knew the man's loyalty ran deeper than blood. He perhaps understood most of all the sacrifice that the captain of the King's Guard would make to keep the royal family safe. And yet, it hadn't been that understanding which had drawn him to this man; it had been the subtly glances they had passed one another for almost a year before he had been a bit too deep into his cups and perhaps a little too loose of lips when Steve had brought him back to his bed... and then stayed. Steve loved him, not his position to take the crown.

He had long ago memorized the scars, some small and subtle, others a bit more fresh. His fingers traced each one, the experience in combat obvious to him. His fingers found that little scar on Steve's hip, tracing it and then sliding his fingers to his lover's length and curling his fingers around the heavy warm flesh.]

Ah...! [He pressed his hips towards Steve's touch.] And when I am King, we'll never be apart or have any fear of it. I will love you until the day that I die. [His tone changed to mischievous again.] Though... it is too bad I can't take you for my wife and get some heirs on you. Such shoulders were never meant for a dress.