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Name: Prince Callum Truett
Age: 19
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Circumstance: Callum is the youngest son to King Brandon and Queen Madeleine of Junia. With three older brothers, Callum knew his chances of ever becoming king were slim to none. Which worked out for him, honestly. He was awarded all of the luxuries of a King but suffered few of the hardships. Naturally, Callum grew up spoiled no harm could be done to or by the little Prince in either of his parents eyes. When he was 12 his father had taken not of his slight mean streak and decided to prune him to become Master of Courts when his eldest brother, Aland, stepped in as king. His job would be to oversee all trials, insuring the result that best benefited the realm was met. He would also be in charge of making sure that the proper punishments went to the correct prisoners.

Name: King Brandon Truett of Junia
Age: 67
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Circumstance: Brandon is the current ruler of Junia, of which he inherited from his father. He has been married to his wife, Madeleine for 32 years. The two have five children together, 1 daughter and 4 sons. Brandon is known for his fairness and generosity even amongst the lowliest and least deserving in his realm.

Name: Queen Consort Madeleine Truett nee Parcel of Junia
Age: 48
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Circumstance: Madeleine is the youngest of the 13 children born to the previous king of Amil, Junia's neighbour. While she loves her husband now, their marriage was one of politics and had been decided before she was even born. However their 32 years together have been happy ones. Madeleine is renowned for her beauty and youthful appearance.

Name: Queen Consort Mereya Gower nee Truett of Evan
Age: 31
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Circumstance: Mereya is the oldest child and only daughter to King Brandon and Queen Madeleine of Junia. At 16 she was married to King Berian Gower of Evan, a cruel and loveless man, for whom she has bore 3, and buried 2, children. 2 daughters, whom both passed shortly after birth from unknown causes, and a son who his currently 1 year old. Since her marriage Mereya has only seen her parents and siblings on their rare visits to Evan. Her youngest brother Callum, was only 4 when she married and as such they hardly known one another.

Name: Prince Regent Aland Truett of Junia, Duke of Hillminster
Age: 30
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Circumstance: Aland is the oldest son to the King and Queen of Junia and the one slated to take over the royal title when his father passes or abdicates. He currently serves as the Duke of Hillminster Aland has been married twice, his first wife died during labour almost 9 months to the day after their wedding. The child did not survive, he remarried shortly thereafter to his second wife Seren, the two have been wedded for 9 years however remain childless.

Name: Prince William Truett of Junia, Duke of Linterel
Age: 27
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Circumstance: William is the second son of his parents, and has already inherited a sizeable plot of land from his parents of which he serves as Duke. He has been married to his wife, Browen for 2 years and they are expecting their first child.

Name: Prince Torik Truett of Junia, Duke of Stelborough
Age: 23
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Circumstance: Torik is the third son of Brandon and Madeleine. He holds the position of Duke of Stelborough, a small but profitable tithe. About as much as he could expect as the third son of a small kingdom. He is engaged to be married to Princess Elain of Evan, King Berians niece.
Theo's words struck Callum like a warm summer ray.

His whole life, everyone he knew was at a different level than him. Callum's royal blood, in many ways a curse as much as it was blessing, put him dimensions above any servant, commoner or indeed even some nobles he met. Meanwhile his place in line and lack of any real title, placed him miles below everyone else, his parents and siblings included. And each had their own set of rules and decorum to follow, resulting in Callum becoming something of an island among his peers. Without even realising it, he had come to feel utterly alone in it all. There had never been someone that Callum could act and speak with as an equal; unburden his mind with and perhaps return the favour. No one with whom he could simply be him. Not Callum the Prince of Junia, but Callum the person like any other.

Until he met Theo that is. From the beginning the pirate king had never treated Callum like he was his superior, and despite a million and one rules saying otherwise, Callum was unable to Theo as less-than. It was as though puzzle pieces were coming together in his mind.

Then; with a bolt of lightening they clicked together as he felt the chapped, life-worn lips of a pirate caress his own. It was only for a second but nevertheless left the prince astonished. Though, not upset or frightened like one would expect to be in such a situation. As if to confirm that he had not dreamt it Callum began to bring his hand towards his mouth but was stopped short when Theo's lips found his again. This time, of their own accord, Callums's lips responded pleasantly and when it was over a second later, he briefly wished it had lasted.

The whirling, pleasant feelings briefly flickered to panic when he was promptly pulled on top of the pirate. Callum couldn't possibly do anything further, and the look in the pirates eyes caused his trust to falter. Callum was tougher than he looked, this he knew, but Theo was even tougher still. What if the pirate decided he didn't like the word no? As if reading his mind, Theo pulled him into a loose embrace, silencing the young mans unfounded doubt. Like that, the two men laid for quite some time, Callum enjoying the steady beat of Theo's heart and the softening breath as he drifted off. Despite the pirate king being in a deep slumber, Callum stayed. Reveling in what was surely a once in a lifetime experience, something to be treasured. His fingers finding themselves entwined in the hair on Theo's chest. His mental argument with the gods grower quieter.

Then, like some sort of magic, the cell had lightened in an instant and a bird had appeared on the window sill, pecking at the bars. It took however but a moment for the situation to dawn on Callum. That it had become actual dawn and that he must of drifted off himself for a time. Engulfed in panic, Callum scrambled to his feet in record time, taking the cloak from the floor and draping it over himself. Praying that he had awoken before the wardens rounds. His attention was stolen by the sound of Theo snorting as he tossed to face the door, still deep in slumber. The prince made his way back across the floor and delivered a chaste kiss to the mans forehead and against his better judgement, another to his lips. He let that one lingering a bit before cover Theo in the blanket and leaving.

After quietly making his way through the jail to the ground, careful to avoid any guards, Callum ran across the courtyard. His legs moving faster than they ever had throughout the castle, racing against the clock to his room. Begging something higher than himself that he's make it before the servants arose.
@VerusEbullio done! Forgive any typos, I wrote it on my phone :)
Callum felt the older man's hand wrap around his own, much smaller, wrist. Not resisting in the least as he maneuvered the book from his grasp onto the table. He simply followed the movement while working to keep his tears at bay, as had do often been taught. However his efforts proved to be in vain when Theo embraced the young prince.

Within a moment Callum had all but collapsed in the pirate kings arms, grasping tight at his shoulders for support. For once, he was actually grateful to be short as it meant an ugly sobbing was muffled by Theos chest.

The two stayed like this for what seemed like hours, until they eventually found themselves sitting side by side on Theos bed.

"I'm sorry..." Callums voice came out like a whimper, his face red and puffy from the crying. "That was rather... inappropriate," Callum brought his gaze up from his knees to look at Theoand noticed the increasingly red skin on his shoulders. Callum reached across and gently placed his hand on the abused skin "I also believe I might've bruised you," Callum had never been well aware of his own strength, however he seemed to be even less so when upset. I should bring some ointment next time, he thought to himself, his hand still absently caressing Theos shoulder.

This feeling was both familiar and odd. Despite his best efforts, this wasn't the first time Callum had lusted for a man. It was, however, the first time he had felt so utterly at ease in anothers presence.

"Why am I so comfortable with you?" The words left his mouth before he could even think of silencing them. His face and ears immediately getting hot with embarrassment as there was nothing could do apart from wait for the pirate kings reaction.
@VerusEbullio

Hahaha only a week, take that! :D
Callum scoffed at the pirate king's inquiry. "Adventure? That's quite the generous title," The princes' face twisted in thought, as if trying to think of even one interesting point. "Well, I spent a month sitting in my brother William's castle, reading books, filing papers and basically being his secretary. By myself. Waiting until supper time when him and my father would return and share the beguiling stories of their days-long hunts, all the while my mother was busy devoting her time to my chirpy and annoying sister-in-law; falling over themselves planning for the little creature--I mean baby" Callum let a long breath, having clearly held it in for his vent. "So basically my 'adventure' involved a whole lot of watching others enjoy their lives while I stood by doing nothing." Callums gaze fell back to the drawing.

His annoyance and frustration were nearly palpable in the room. Gingerly he reached for the quill and, dipping it in the ink, he used it to draw a crude little stick figure wearing a crown standing in the ship. Callum put the quill down and looked Theo directly in the eyes, a whirlwind of emotions spurring in his own. "It's not fair. I've been sentenced to spend my entire life blindly following whatever my parents say and do. I'll never own land, there's simply not enough to go around. My mother refuses to let me hunt or fish or do anything fun that might be even remotely dangerous. I'm not even allowed to leave the castle grounds without someone holding my hand!" Callum's anguish brought him to his feet, tears in his eyes.

"You are the only interesting thing in my life." The small prince had never felt smaller then he did in that moment, trembling in front of one the most feared men on the continent with his heart on his sleeve. What was it about the pirate that made Callum feel so safe; like he could bear his deepest wounds and know he'd receive only the best of care.
I told you I'd reply eventually. :)

@VerusEbullio
Slowly Callum opened the cell door, turning to close it as quietly as he could muster. Just entering the room made his face ignite and not in an especially great manner. He had to get over it though. So swallowing some of his pride, Callum turned to face the pirate. To face Theodore. "I'm not completely sure what came over me this morning, but I want to apologize. It was most rude." With enormous effort Callum looked the man directly in the eyes. Well, eye. He reached under his arm and pulled out the stationary: clean parchment, a quill and fresh inkpot, and approached the man.

He walked a little closer than he intended. Just enough to see that his wasn't the only reddened face in the room. Somehow this made Callum feel both less comfortable and more at ease at the same time. Less comfortable that his feelings earlier had been a mere fleeting though, but more at ease to know he wasn't the only one afflicted. "Here." His voice was soft and kind. "I bought these for you on my last trip. To write or draw, your choice." Callum lit the candle on the wall, illuminating the cell ever so slightly. Giving it an almost romantic vibe. Then he saw the notebook on the table and decided to flip through it. Impressed by Theodores improvements, actually letting himself appreciate it this time. When he got to the last previously blank page he saw the pirate ship. "Is this yours?" His voice was a little shaky, almost turning to sit on the bed opting for the small bench against the wall instead.

Theodore was a criminal. He had stolen, pillaged, raped and murdered. Men, women and maybe even children. The stories around his name were boundless, a wanted man. And according to the posters still hung up in some taverns, Dead or Alive. Every country in The Arch wanted his head, which is part of what was taking the trial so long. However, despite all of this information Callum saw something in him that he couldn't deny. A gentle-spirit who wanted to return and care for his crew and live freely. Chances were that King Brandon, Callum's father, would have the pirate executed. And even if he didn't if somehow Theodore escaped or was set free, Callum knew he'd never see him again. And in that moment he wasn't sure which upset him more. His gaze changed from the picture to Theodores face, only semi-aware of the thousands of emotion dancing across his face as he waited for him to answer.

Sorry I won't be making a character for this after all. Try as I might, I just can't seem to put one together that I like at the moment -_-'
”Mmhm, sure you are,” Beninga replied to him sarcastically. It was obvious from a mile away that the boy was in bad shape. Stupid boys. She though, always trying to act tough. Carefully she adjusted her shoulders so that his weight was better distributed, he wasn’t exactly light for the small girl. Still, she trudged on. What should have been a less than a minutes’ walk quickly became 5, his clearly injured leg falling beneath him certainly wasn’t helping matters.

”Why are you helping me?” The boy’s question was pretty broken and his accent thick, but Beninga did manage to grasp what he said. Instantly she realised that he must not have been Whoylandean. Though frankly, she didn’t know what else there was. Under the strict and fearful roof of her father Beninga hadn’t exactly received a worldly education, between the cleaning and the beatings.

”Why..?” She was a bit dumbfounded at the question. As if, somehow, his state wasn’t reason enough. What else was she supposed to do? Let him die there and stink up the whole street until some worker picked him up? Besides that, the wounds of Beninga’s family were still fresh with her and the idea of witnessing yet more tragedy did not sit well. “Well, because you like you need some help…” Her expression became somewhat downcast, ”I mean we’re all out here together aren’t we? Doesn’t that mean we should look out for each other?”Just as Beninga finished her sentence the pair made it to the torn up rug she called home and she carefully set him down. Quickly she pulled her box out of the vent where she left and started digging for a rag and some of the sponge cake.

”Are you ok?” She was half-knelt down in front of him when she simply offered a nod as an answer. Once on the ground beside him Beninga applied some spit to the already rather dirty rag and started wiping the blood and grime from his face, being as gentle as she could. And humming the entire time. Once she was done with his face she handed him one of the wrapped pieces of cake.

”Here, this’ll make you feel better,” She nearly sang, clearly still stuck in humming mode before tending to his injured leg. Something of the situation reminded her of how things use to be, when she was often seen tending to the wounds of her mother or siblings. Though, the tools at hand were certainly more sanitary back then.
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