Exit: The Paladin and her Rose

Honestly, I think this is fine. If I regret something I'll just be able to fix it later right? But I don't think there's much I could regret with how careful I've been adjusting the Prompt so... I let it go, and Exit.

It's a quiet and peaceful day. The weather is temperate, the sky is clear, and the various birds and bugs of the world are quiet - but still present all around us doing their... various things. There should be people about somewhere, but I don't hear any nearby beyond us.

Now that she's unfrozen, Arma finishes her step and straightens her posture with an appreciative hum. "It looks good on you, yep," She says, eyes drifting from mine to something just above them.

My hands track up to my forehead, and brush against some kind of ornament. I turn my phone around to glance at its reflective back and... There's a gold, rose-shaped corsage in my hair, reminiscent of the pink one Arma wears. "Aha... I don't normally..." I awkwardly try to say something, but Arma cuts me off with a giggle.

"I know, I know," she says as her mirth stabilizes, "but we lack a suit for you to wear it properly with just yet. Until then, that should be the safest place for it."

"Won't people..." I wave my hands vaguely toward Arma, who shrugs.

"Certainly, it is quite a clear homage is it not? But a token like this can mean anything, so they can say whatever they like." Arma raises a teasing finger to her lips, "As long as we keep the truth to ourselves, then even if they guess correctly, what will it matter?"

I was wrong: She's quite the bold woman, in her own way. "Ah..." I don't know what to say to that. I'm not even sure what the 'truth' is here, although I've got a decent guess. "then... thank you very much. I'll take good care of it." Resisting the urge to tap at the ornament in my hair, I glance around.

"Oh there will be no interruptions," Arma says slyly, having clearly caught my wandering eyes and guessed their cause, "drills for the soldiers, court for my father and the lesser nobles, and the servants have already been through to perform their various tasks..." She raises fingers as she lists the interruptions she's accounted for, and goes on for time enough to run out of fingers before eventually stepping forward, hands clasping behind her back as she angles her torso cutely toward me.

"Furthermore, I may have... helped things along slightly, to help the odd patrol or two miss us... so," Arma smiles as she steps closer, "no one else will see anything," her head is raised just to the side of mine, "--just you." Then, with her teasing whisper delivered to my ear, Arma steps giggling away, giving a quick spin and a curtsy... except she grabs the tiny portion of her skirt instead of the larger clothes, flipping it up to reveal she's wearing nothing at all beneath.

"Oops~" Arma gasps in faux alarm, letting the cloth fall and grabbing at the longer sides as she twists and spins around, "I might have forgotten something..." her hands slide behind her and glide up the backplate of her armor, stopping short of the clasps holding everything in place. "...it can be a little hard take all of this off, after all, so... maybe you would like to help? Or perhaps... keep it on?"

Very bold. "How much time do we have again?" I ask, instead of seizing the opportunity, even as I kick myself inside.

"Oh it should be a few hours," Arma answers nonchalantly as she steps around to face me again.

"Then maybe," I swallow my nervousness, "could we talk for a bit first? Like, for example..."

"For example?" Arma asks, tilting her head in a familiar way. Is there disappointment in those eyes, or am I imagining things? She's got the same patient smile either way so it's hard for me to tell.

"...for example, magic! Is that a thing everyone here does, or just the Princess-Knights? I figured it's pretty common but the sort of privacy spell you said you've put in place seems a little... much, for something just anyone could cast."

Arma giggles, "I think you need to work on your compliments love, but it was a good attempt." She gestures with her hand, calling an orb of golden light into it. Somehow, it doesn't hurt to look at, as brightly as it shines, "Knights usually do not learn external spells. Their magic is usually tied to their physicality too much, so they only enhance themselves and often not even consciously. A 'Princess'-Knight, like myself... You could call it an accident? In my case, I was originally trained to be a Priestess, so my nobility has little to do with it... but the Goddess loves everyone, so I may still serve as a divine conduit regardless." Her smile thins just a bit, "Whatever my family's detractors say."

I take that in, "Then, are you saying the average Knight is simply too disinterested? It feels too useful for that to be the case so... regardless of the real reason, I think you're just being modest, aren't you?" I hum, even as Arma glances to the side, her light smile - more genuine, again - still plastered in place. "Yep. I've decided: You're actually quite amazing." And there's a blush. I'm pretty sure I didn't do terribly well recovering there. Is she just weak to compliments? How could that be: she's a Princess. She must get compliments all the time.

"Ahem," Arma coughs to get my attention, "actually, on the topic of magic, there is one spell in particular I think is very convenient." And then she claps her hands, looking my way expectantly.

"What's that?" I ask obligingly letting Arma take control of the conversation back.

"Well, for right now...?" Abruptly her armor disappears, leaving her standing entirely nude but for her corsage and tiara. Even as I blink, eyes failing to stay on her face as I stare, gobsmacked, Arma does another playful twirl, her hands sliding up her hips, over her breasts, and guiding my eyes up to her mirthful face, "Holy Armor. It never gets in the way unless I will it. Shall we... have some fun?"

Well. I've already turned her down once... so, alright. I drop my pants and step out of my boxers as I take Arma in my embrace, enjoying the feeling of her body on mine even as we head to the ground... into a patch of suspiciously soft grass. "You picked this spot on purpose didn't you?" I accuse.

"We have only the better part of two hours now," Arma says in response, her face inches from mine before she abruptly leans up and gives me a kiss on each cheek, "so I would like to make the most of it. I'm here, however you want me. Do you not?"

"I wanted to move at your pace."

"Then," Arma's smile sharpens, "I can do that."

Further words are impossible, as she pulls me into a kiss. And again difficult, as she finds her way onto my manhood thereafter and my virgin manhood experiences the feeling of a woman for the first time as she rides herself upon me. Back and forth and back and forth and I try to pull out when I'm close, but she doubles down. "No, sh. I'm making a point here."

And then we cum, together.

"I'm yours, and you're mine. No more worrying."

We continue with lighter play after that, and I lose track of time. It's over before I know it, Arma gently seperating from me as her armor returns, and all signs of our presence fading from the scenery in a pulse of golden light (it tickles me: I'm half sure that was on purpose.)

Arma suckles her finger for a moment as I catch my breath, then the light reaches me and cleans the sweat and other residue from my body as Arma passes my clothes to me. "You should have time to dress yourself now. I... really would like to linger for that, but we have - unfortunately - run ourselves short of time."

She gives me another kiss as I get my pants on, "I will see you," She says, "and have a message delivered when I have time again."

And then, with one last hug, she is gone. I find a note in my pockets, with flowery script.

"'You probably forgot again, so here are the directions to your room... and mine. Don't lose them, okay?'" I blink, stifling a laugh, "...Yeah. She really is free-spirited. Not worried about discovery at all."

If this is the life I can expect going forward... I'll make sure to enjoy it as long as I can.

[AN: I feel like I don't have James talk much in these. It kind of bothers me, but I have a hard time thinking of things for him to say that suit the narrative.]