Heart to Heart

As Arthur walked side by side with the orc around the castle everyone whispered and talked behind his back, not understanding why their prince was walking with an orc **** at his side.

Bedivere growled at them as they talked behind her back.

Arthur “Leave them, we don’t have time for this,” Arthur responded.

After a few more minutes of walking Arthur finally reached his bedroom door.

The two guards standing at his door immediately drew their swords after noticing the orc.

Arthur “Stand down.”

They both kneeled down.

Arthur “You, go find me a cleric, and you, go to the kitchens to fetch for us something to eat,” Arthur said to the two guards.

???? “Yes, my prince!” They both shouted.

As they both got up and started to walk in different directions, the one closest to Arthur stopped to whisper something into his ear.

???? “My prince, you should know that …”

Arthur “Not now, find the cleric,” Arthur responded.

???? “But…..”

Arthur “GO! Now!...” Arthur shouted at him.

The guard starts running away.

Arthur opens the door of his bedroom, he walks in first, followed by Bedivere.

Bedivere “So? This is the Prince chambers? I used to sleep with three brothers in a tent that was the size of your bed,” she remarked as she was in awe of Arthur’s chambers.

Arthur “Here,” Arthur said while grabbing her by the hand, pulling her towards the bed.

Bedivere “What the hell do you think you're doing!? I’m not going to lay with you human!”

Arthur throws her on the bed by pulling her by the hand.

Bedivere “Ahhhh! Wait! This! *She starts turning over and over to each side* What is this! This feels so warm and cozy!”

Arthur “Yeah, they change the sheets each day.”

Bedivere “Who’s they?”

Arthur “I don’t know, the maids or the guards, I honestly don’t care.”

Bedivere “Must be nice…”

Arthur “What?”

Bedivere “Having everything handed to you like this, on a silver platter.”

Arthur “Don’t think that everything I have, I didn’t work for….”

Bedivere “Yeah… sure… “Prince”,” she remarked as she was getting more comfortable in Arthur’s bed.

Arthur “When I was 13 years old, for the first time in my life I failed at something, to be honest with you, I don’t even remember what it was, some magic class or something, my father threw me out of the Castle, before whipping me 13 times, saying that I brought failure to the name of Pendragon, my mother had no say in it, she just watched. There’s always lessons in failure he said, and it’s mark had to be made on both my body and my mind, so you see, everything that I have and everything that I request will be met with acceptance from him, even letting one of you free, my father wouldn't care, as long as I ask for it.”

Bedivere “Why now?”

Arthur “Because I am better.”

Bedivere “At what?”

Arthur “Everything, for the last 5 years, I have spent 4 hours sleeping while spending the remaining 20 training and learning, there isn’t a single thing even my father could teach me anymore…” Arthur replied as he sat down on the bed near Bedivere.

Bedivere(In Orcish) “I guess we all have our stories…”

Arthur(In Orcish) “That… we do.”

They both lie down on their backs on the bed.

Bedivere "What!? You speak our tongue!?"

Arthur "Ahhh! My beloved! Rest assure I will not fall pray to these foul humans! I will return to..."

Bedivere smacks him on the face with a pillow.

Bedivere “You heard that!? Ahhh.... Somehow… I’m not surprised, and you sound better than even some orcs.”

Arthur jumps to his left and on top of Bedivere, grabbing both of her hands, holding her down.

She starts fidgeting attempting to escape, it was to no avail, not only that Arthur was far stronger then she was, she was also starved, beaten, bruises all over her lower body, it seemed that the guards purposely avoided her face after they captured her.

Arthur stops her from squirming, moving his right knee on her right leg.

She started sweating, even more than before, she didn’t know how to respond, she didn’t have the means to stop Arthur from doing whatever he wanted to her.

Bedivere “Ahhh… Stop… Please…” She murmured.

Arthur “Did you just strike your Prince?” Arthur asked with a vile look on his face, but still his voice was playful.

Bedivere looked away from Arthur.

Bedivere “I had to… get at least a hit in… before you put a collar on me,” she whispered while still looking away from Arthur.

Arthur “A collar?” Arthur asked, confused, changing his playful tone into a serious one.

Bedivere “Isn’t that what you humans do to your slaves? So they won’t get out of line.”

Arthur removes himself from her and gets up from the bed.

Arthur “Is that what you think that you are to me?”

Bedivere “What else?”

Arthur “I have no need for slaves, if you want to be one, you can go back to the cells,” Arthur responded in a disgusted tone.

Bedivere “Then why did you release me!? What use could I possibly have to someone like you?”

Arthur(Thinking) “What use she says… *Arthur looks at her sweating body that lay on his bed in waiting, her massive orcish tits, her brown areolas that were partially visible through her tight leather top, her nipples that were slightly erect, her big red lips that could easily wrap around his cock, her small mouth that he didn’t even think could fit his thing into,* I think I could definitely find some uses for you… Although… that’s not the main reason I want her at my side… Putting a collar on her she says… Ahhhh… Why would I ever do that, It just takes the fun out of things, what I have in mind for you my brown skin companion… Is far, far more interesting…”

Arthur “I should probably tell you, scooch over,” Arthur said as he gently pushed her slightly away.

Arthur stands down on the bed, he places his elbows on his knees, forms two fists and places his chin on them.

Arthur “My father wants me to marry Guinevere of Frankia, you have heard of her, right?” Arthur asked with a troubled look on his face.

Bedivere “The Nephilim princess?” She asked, confused.

Arthur “Yes, Gisla’s illegitimate daughter, or I should say, her only child and heir, made with God knows who…”

Bedivere “I heard the stories… Some say that Gisla was **** in the night by Him, other say that she’s still pure even at her age and the child was gift, given to her after her pledge to them, to the…”

Arthur “Yes, I’ve heard the stories as well….” Arthur interrupted her from speaking, still with a troubled look on his face.

Bedivere “I believe this is a little bit above my pay grade, so to speak… I still don’t understand where I fit in, in all of this…”

Arthur “I have made a deal with my father today, 90 days… I should’ve asked for more… *Arthur shakes his head in frustration in his palms, almost as if washing his face* Arghhhh! Uhhh *He takes a deep breath* I need companions at my side, people that I can trust, that I can truly trust, that have no hidden agenda, something putrid is happening around the world, I sense it, I’m sure my father does as well, hence the sudden allegiance we don’t need…”

Bedivere looks at Arthur, confused but understanding, the young human in front of her, spoke the truth. She knew it as well, her own village attacked by beasts, monsters that fled their nests, attacking purely out of savagery not out of hunger, hence why she fled with her family, the issue that the young boy presented to her was the same that put her in her current situation, it had to be connected, it had to be, she thought.

Bedivere “So? What do you want me to do?” She asked with a determined look on her face.

Arthur “We need to join the Guild, not only that but build one from scratch, we’ll gather the best that Britanica has to offer, make our way into Frankia, and unravel whatever the FUCK is plaguing my country!” Arthur spoke with anger and determination in his voice.

Bedivere stands up from the bed, looks down at Arthur, puts her right hand in front of him.

Arthur grabs her hand, she pulls him up from the bed.

Bedivere “I’ll need an ax,” she spoke with a barbarous smile on her face.