ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏʏᴀʟ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ - advanced roleplay discussion

Bedroom:

Bathroom:

Simple, but roomy. Axel doesn't like many distractions in his room, all he needs is a bed big enough to slumber... and do other things, in. He also likes a good view.

Amelia knocked firmly on the door of the visiting royal. Her blonde hair was pulled into bun that sat at the base of her neck, the small scar in her hairline only a little visible. She smoothed the skirt of her uniform and waited to see if someone would answer. They weren't allowed to go in unless the room was empty.

When no one answered, she opened the door and looked in. No one was there, so she went in, pulling her cart of cleaning supplies in behind her. She parked it along the wall and began to clean the room. She moved over to the bed and started to take off the sheets to change them. As she worked, she started to hum to herself, something she did to keep herself entertained as she cleaned.

She slowly started to get lost in the music, beginning to sing softly as she worked on autopilot.

Axel Johansson had been in the bath, the bathroom door closed. Eyes closed, he had earplugs in his ears, listening to singing in Swedish. But that didn't stop him from hearing the knocking on the bedroom door. Ignoring it, he knew whoever it was would enter anyway. Axel took his time, quietly sitting up and then standing, getting carefully out of his bath and stepping in front of a mirror, rubbing down his dripping boy with a towel until he was nice and semi-dry, his skin cool and damp to the touch. Grabbing a comb, he took a second to comb back his sleek blonde hair before he exited the bathroom, entirely naked.

Leaning in the doorway for a second, he eyed the pretty little blonde maid he found in his room, the way she hummed as he worked, seemingly lost in the task and not hearing him. Axel couldn't help leaning back slightly, eyes on her beautifully curved behind. There is one good thing about being in Illea. When in Illea, do the Illeans. He thought briefly.

Crossing the room behind her quietly, he found himself sitting on a lounge chair, laying back and picking up a book on the nearby table that he had been reading on the genealogy and history of the Illean Royal Family and their selections. Absently, forgetting to speak in English, he said, "Hallå. Se till att ändra lakan." Which meant "Hello. Make sure to change the bed sheets." As he spoke, his eyes flickered up to peer at the maid over the top of his book.

Amelia had indeed been lost in her task as she sang, stripping the bed of its sheets. She didn't notice the large, naked man as he moved behind her until he spoke.

She whirled around to meet his gaze over the top of the book. Intending the cry out, the sound got caught in her throat instead as she looked into the most beautiful pair of blue eyes she'd ever seen. Her own blue irises were swallowed by her pupils as she stared at him without saying a word for several moments. When she dropped the duster that she was holding, she snapped out of her trance-like state and pulled her eyes away from him. That was when she noticed that he wasn't wearing anything.

Blushing furiously, Amelia spun back around so she wouldn't be looking even though some part of her wanted to turn back around and look at the gorgeous male. She took a deep breath and said, "I'm so sorry. I didn't think anyone was in here. I knocked but-" That's when it hit her that the man behind her was the occupant of this room and that he was a king. Her flushed face paled and she turned around again to bob a curtsy to him, her eyes fixed on the ground. "I beg your pardon, your majesty. I didn't mean to-Well, I didn't-What I'm trying to say is-" Amelia bit her lip and flicked her eyes up at him. "I'm sorry," she whispered and bent down to pick up her duster. "I-I'll leave now," she told him as she started backing up to her cart.

Axel had met many women. Many gave similar responses, but it was rather amusing how this adorable maid just came to a complete and utter stop, a trance, staring at him. He also noticed it was his gaze she met, not his body. Peculiar. Finally, she did notice his body, and as she blushed, Axel let out a deep, rumbling chuckle. He set the book down and sat up, scooting to the end of the lounge chair as he watched her frantic talking and hurry to curtsy. Axel was entirely calm, until she started to move away, "Stop." He gave the one, clear word in flawless English, only a bare hint of his Swedish accent. He hid it well. Standing, he walked closer, towering over her small frame. He glanced at her up and down before he spoke again, "You came to clean. You took the sheets halfway off the bed, you did a minimal amount of dusting. That is not a finished job. I don't think it proper to leave without finishing, do you?" His voice was calm, light, biting the inside of his mouth to avoid teasing the poor maid. "Finish putting together my bed and then you may go." He moved past her, towards the dresser, his back and fabulous behind to her as he searched for a pair of boxers. He wouldn't wish for her to be unable to focus on her work, after all. "What is your name?" He asked over his shoulder. Most kings don't bother, but Axel always would ask the name of a pretty girl.

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Amelia couldn't believe that this man, this gorgeous king, was laughing at her. When he told her to stop, she froze, hands on her cart. She refused to look at his body as he looked down at her. She couldn't believe how tall he was compared to her. He had to be at least a foot, if not more, taller than her. He absolutely dwarfed her. And yet, she didn't sense that he would hurt her, despite his large size.

When he started speaking to her about what she had and hadn't finished doing, her blush came back. He'd noticed everything that she'd done and he didn't even know when he'd gotten into the room. A quick look at his hair told her that he'd been in the bathroom and she couldn't decide if it was easier having seen him like this or the potential situation in which she might have walked in on him taking a bath or shower. As he ordered her to finish, she bowed her head, blushing even harder as it made her look at his body. "Yes, your majesty," she said softly before moving to do as he said.

She was just getting started with pulling off the sheets again when he asked what her name was. She turned to look at him and got a nice view of his backside before she looked elsewhere. "Amelia, your majesty. Amelia Flowers."

"Amelia Flowers." Axel repeated the name in his Swedish accent, smirking to himself. An innocent girl, an innocent name. He thought to himself as he stepped into the boxers he'd pulled out of his dresser, pulling them up and finally giving himself some kind of cover. "Well, Amy, if I can call you that... My name is King Axel Aurelian Johansson. But rather than call me King or majesty, I'd prefer you to call me Axel." As he pulled out more clothes, pants and a white button up shirt, he turned to watch her working on the bed. He leaned back on the dresser, closing the drawer in the process, his clothes in hand. "Tell me, Amy, how old are you?" He was doing the whole "if she's over half my age plus seven years, she's fine, any less and she's off limits" equation. Axel was terrible with ages, and Amelia looked so youthful. It wouldn't surprise him if she was a minor. Half his age was 16 and a half. Which would mean if she was 23 or older, it'd be safe to be attracted to her. Though to be honest, Axel had dated other huge age ranges. As long as she was over the age of 18, he was fine.

((This is so short, I'm sorry!))

Amelia stopped and stared at him when he told her to call him Axel. She had never heard of a royal who wanted to be called by their first name by a servant. Granted, she didn't have much interaction with the royals besides cleaning their rooms. "Yes, you can, your-" She stopped short at the look on his face. "Yes." She couldn't bring herself to call him by his first name. That was something for other royals or nobles to call him. Not a maid.

When he asked her how old she was, she looked startled for a moment before she looked back at the work she was supposed to be doing. "I'm twenty-two " she told him finally after spending several moments dragging the rest of the sheets from his bed and carrying them to her cart. "May I ask why you want to know?" She could guess though. Her mother had always said she would be a beauty when she got older and boys had tried to ask her out before. She peeked at him while she got his clean sheets, noticing that he did have a very nice body. And it was a little easier to look now that he wasn't naked.

"Yes, Axel." He prompted, knowing it'd take her some time to get used to saying his name. He couldn't help the smirk he got when she looked startled by his question, finally telling him her age. Close enough. Axel thought. What difference was eleven years? He didn't exactly look his age, and she was far too alluring to pass up on the opportunity. Axel's favorite part of being in Illea was the Illean women. Of course, his advisors were also nagging him to stop merely sleeping with them and rather pick one to be his wife.

As Amelia asked why he wanted to know, Axel stood, pulling on his pants. He paused to zip them up, buckling his belt, before he strode across the bedroom to a small liquor cabinet. "Legal drinking age. Is twenty-one in Illea, no? Royals often ignore it, but I wouldn't want a pretty little thing such as yourself to get in trouble for sharing a drink with me." He opened the cabinet to reveal a small wine fridge and several bottles of whiskey, bourbon, rum, tequila, and other hard liquors. "Tell me, are you able to drink hard liquor? Or shall I pour you something softer?" As he picked up a scotch bottle for himself and reached for a square shaped glass, he added over his shoulder, "Of course, if you wish, we can just share a drink when I take you to dinner later." Ah, his subtle way of asking her out on a date. It was also rather peculiar that he was pouring himself a drink, given that it wasn't many hours over dawn. Though he was still on Swendway time, anyway. As he pulled some ice from an icebox and put two ice cubes in the glass with a clink, he looked back at her, his blue eyes gazing at her intensely as he awaited her answer.

Whatever it was she had expected him to say, it obviously wasn't offering her a drink or asking her out to dinner. So once more, the king of Swendway had blue eyes staring up at him. Amelia's answer was startled out of her. "I prefer wine, your majesty, but-" She looked over at the window, where it showed them the sun not too far above the horizon. "But it's so early and I still have rooms to clean." She looked around at the unfinished job in this room as an example.

Then she blinked at him, realizing he had asked her to dinner. Him, a king. "Your majesty-" She stopped when he gave her a stern look. "A-Axel." She stammered his name, flushing brightly. "I don't know what to say."

Finishing pouring his scotch, he then grabbed a champagne flute (as his wine glasses had yet to be sent from Swendway), and poured some white wine. Carrying the scotch glass and glass of wine over to Amelia, Axel held out the champagne flute to her, completely ignoring the fact of how early it is or the fact she was working. Peering at her with his blue eyes, he smiled and said simply, "Say yes. I'll have formal wear sent to your residence, assuming you live here on the castle grounds and don't have the funds to buy an outfit to my standards, and I'll pick you up at six." He raised his scotch glass for a toast, quirking an eyebrow at her, "Unless you have any objections?"

It was probably haughty to assume she had no formal clothing that would work, but Axel was a very rich man. It wasn't the first time he'd buy clothing for a woman and it wouldn't be the last. He also had a wonderful eye for a woman's dress and bra size, so he knew he'd be spot on in the size of the clothing to get her.

Amelia was doing a lot of staring at the Swendway King. She had never encountered someone like him in her life. The way he ordered things around and so obviously expected her to agree to his invitation. "I-" She stopped. It would be bad form to refuse both the wine and the invitation. It was hard think of refusing either as well because the wine smelled sweeter than any she's ever had and it had been a long time since she had indulged in going somewhere nice. "I cannot take the wine, my lord," she said, slipping in a title that was less formal than 'your majesty' and less intimate than his first name. "But I am willing to go to dinner. I have an appropriate dress." She'd splurged last year on her birthday and bought a nice dress. She knew she'd never get to wear it, but it was nice to have something that wasn't black and white in her closet.

Axel studied Amelia for a long moment, pursing his lips as he observed the pretty little blonde. She is a delightful little minx, isn’t she? Reminds me of another blonde minx in my past... I will have plenty of fun… conquering her. His thought of conquering her was an innocent one, more like forming her to his ideal woman, but had he said it out loud it might be construed as rather sexual.

“Fine. I will send a dress and you may wear whichever you like best. I am a man with very… singular desires, miss Amelia. I want things my way and I get them. The same can be said for many kings, it’s in our nature. A swedish king even more so. And I really, really… don’t like being called lord.” His voice darkened momentarily, eyes sharp as he looked at her. Raising the champagne flute of wine to his lips, he tipped it, downing it in one long gulp like it was a shot of tequila. Licking his lips, he reached to set down the glass and his own before his hand reached for her. Tipping a finger under her chin to lift her head up to look more at him, he leaned down and kissed her, lips forming to hers effortlessly and not pausing to pry open her mouth and slip in his tongue. His mouth tasted of the sweet wine he had consumed, tongue cool from the chilled liquid, and it was clear that this was another form of getting his way. He had wanted her to taste the wine, and so here he was after drinking it, giving her that taste. By denying his wishes, she had been given a famous Axel loophole. Whether this loophole was more desirable than the previous option was up to her.

Amelia gave a small squeak of surprise when he kissed her. She had no idea that he had planned to do that when he tipped up her chin. She had expected him to just make her meet his eyes. A kiss was the last thing she had expected.

What she hadn’t also expected, was how he had pushed his tongue past her lips. A small moan escaped her at the taste of him and of the wine he had just drunk. The fruity taste, along with his masculine one, was extremely pleasant.

Finally, she made herself pull back from him. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips redder because of his kiss. The only thing that kept her from her automatic response to being kissed without being asked was that he was a king and she could lose her job and maybe her life if she slapped him. She looked up into his eyes and the smug look she saw in them, telling her he had just gotten his way, made her angry. Without thought, her hand flew out and struck the Swendway king on the cheek.

(( I am stalking the FUCK outta you now you know >_> I will bring Alex back after this, just so you know, haha ))

((XD We know.))

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Axel had been slapped by many a woman. He had been slapped when groping a woman, slapped when he spilled a drink on a woman, slapped when he accidentally said something wrong in another language and implied the woman’s mother was a llama, etc. But never had he been slapped quite in this manner. Many women were quite pleased to be kissed by him. The last one to slap him in a similar situation was... a woman he dare not think of. As he felt the resounding slap of her hand against his skin, feeling the sting immediately as his head jolted slightly to the side, he let out a disbelieving laugh. “Jag gillar en kvinna med eld i hennes själ.” He whispered out in Swedish, his tone husky even to himself (having said “I like a woman with fire in her soul.”)

Axel put his hands on Amelia’s hips and pulled her up against him once more, capturing her lips in a passionate, take no prisoners, all consuming kiss, his lips heating up against hers. He released her suddenly after the kiss, striding for the door. Taking the handle, he yanked it open, smirking absently at her, “You are dismissed, Amelia. I will come collect you for our date tonight.”

A hand pressed to her lips, Amelia could not believe what was happening. Not only had he kissed her once, but he had grabbed her and pulled her close to kiss her a second time after she slapped him for the first kiss. And he had laughed at her. Her eyes narrowed at the king when he went to the door, but she didn’t say anything else to him.

She grabbed her cart and pulled it after her, leaving his bed half made and room half dusted. “Yes, your majesty. I will be waiting. My room is in the servant’s quarters.” She bobbed a curtsy so brief that one could almost say it was rude. “Have a pleasant day, your majesty.” She turned from him and walked down the hall, aware that he would be watching her every move.

Axel could tell that the maid was rather irritated with him, but he knew it would be worth it. He watched her go with a smirk, calling after her, “Axel!” As a reminder. He really hated being called majesty. It was… too much like his father. Sighing, he reached for a phone to call his private shopper. Speaking in Swedish, he explained he needed an outfit for a lady friend, explaining what kind of outfit and her sizes. Pulling out his wallet, he got the cash ready to reimburse his shopper, actually looking forward to his date. However, he hesitated when he caught sight of the photo in his wallet. A beautiful blonde, blue eyed woman, standing in front of him. His arms were wrapped around her, hands placed on her belly, head leaned into hers. His lips were right by her ear, a smiling gracing them matched by her own joyful expression. So in love... He thought absently, knowing the photo had been taken only two days before the devastating breakup he shared with this woman, four years ago. Sliding the photo out, Axel found himself frowning, deciding to get some fresh air as he left his room.

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