James Jordanson - Audience with the King

I lay tangled with Arma in a haze of satisfied lust, and wake with a start alongside her as a sharp knocks rap at the door, followed by a young woman's voice.

"M'lady, his Majesty requests your presence at once. He says it is a matter of national import and, ah, to bring your... companion alongside."

I can nearly feel Arma's eyeroll at that remark: Actually, I literally feel it, as she tosses her head in exhasution, and her messy locks tickle my bare chest.

"Very well," Arma returns scornfully, clearly upset at having her morning interrupted. "Come along then, James." She stands. She's still completely bottomless, but for the (now slightly torn) black corset she wore to bed: Her panties are... on the other side of the room, I think? They might've sailed out the window...

Wait. She's not changing clothes: She's already halfway to the door and only just noticed I'm not following. Is she... is she really going to go meet the King half-naked!? Wow. I did a number on her with the Prompt, didn't I? Even now, as she looks back toward me with impatience, I see longing in her eyes as her gaze drifts downward and she lets out a **** sigh.

"Hurry on, please. Daddy can be ever so impatient." She warns, before idly leaning to the wall and appreciate the view as I stand and rush to dress myself.

"Yes ma'am!" Thankfully, boxers, jeans, and a tee are not hard to put on. I nearly start for the door, only to pause. "Oh! Just a moment, ma'am!" She quirks her brow as I turn away, and start patting down the messed bed. Where was it... ah! There it is!

Retrieving my phone from the covers, I self-consciously wipe it off with some of the bedding that we, ah, didn't get around to messing. Thankfully, there's nothing to wipe off but... Anyway. I definitely shouldn't leave this behind. It might save my head in a few minutes.

Phone retrieved and primed to go, I head toward the door. I make to open it for the lady in the room, but before I can she abruptly snatches me close with a surprising amount of strength and presses my arm between her breasts with one hand. Humming in contentment, Arma turns the knob walks me right out passed a startled maid I don't get a clear look at.

"Clean this if you would, Cheryl." Arma commands dismissively. Like this, we walk: A still half-naked Princess and her dimensionally displaced... I don't know what I am to her, honestly. Saying 'Lover' feels too pretentious: Let's go with 'boytoy' for now. emasculating as that might normally feel, for a woman like this I think it's more than worth it.

She still smells of last night - as do I, I'm sure - and somehow it's far from unpleasant. Actually, breathing in her scent stirs my manhood back to attention, prompting a soft giggle of amusement as Arma glances downward.

Servants gawk, and knights take the occasional step forward, but none dare countermand her Highness as she glares them down. I definitely get the feeling she's doing this deliberately to upset the King and it makes my neck itch.

Finally, we come to the throne room. It turns out Arma's chambers are several floors above it, so it was something of a walk... Within, naturally, sits the King. He's a very striking, distinguished fellow. Somehow, despite the pink hair, his glower remains intimidating. It's probably the fancy white suit he's wearing. I get the impression I'm standing in front of an angry mafia boss, except he really is the law.

He doesn't say anything as Arma approaches - still clutching me inappropriately tight to her half-naked body - and as his glaring eyes track from her to me, I swallow and reflexively snap my phone up with my free hand to catch him in the Prompt.

Thankfully, time freezes before any consequences of my sudden movement can manifest. Now... now I breathe a metaphorical sigh of relief. Alright. I have all the control I need of this situation, so... how much should I play with it?

(king, pink hair, gentleman's beard, powerful build, stern expression, powerful build, arms crossed, seated, royal apparel, king's throne, crown, inside a castle)

[AN: This was originally slated to be posted shortly after Cheryl's, but then you guys kind of went ham on branching her timeline out lol. Still, I've been meaning to take James to see Arma's dad for a while now and - since I've finally created an Exit in her timeline - here we are. Seeing that I still plan to write Exits for her other Timelines eventually... Well, there's going to be a lot of AU in this setting lol... Just as well, that's what the Prompt Through the Multiverse is all about.]