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"The Bleeding Heart" Portrait of a Princess Pt. V
❝ 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔅𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 ❞
𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒥𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝑀. 𝒮. 𝒦𝓊𝓃𝓈𝓉𝓁𝑒𝓇
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The Bleeding Heart is the Licorne House flower for a reason...
My muse astonished me at every turn. So full of depth and complexity, such that
if I had all of the time in eternity, I would not be able to capture all of her. I admit
that when I began my endeavor, I followed the soft princess because she was a
beauty without equal. I thought little of females, to be frank, and did not expect
that anything could change my perspective. Females were pretty, and fine for nude
poses, affection, mating and little else. But she is so much...more.
It was late in autumn, when I realized I had fallen completely, irrevocably in love with
my muse. Ah, such a fate for an artist! The one fear masters of the arts fear the most.
That one day we will become lost to our muse. And I was so very lost. I hung in the
periphery of her life, a watcher, a shadow and little more. With each passing day the
lord of the land grew to cherish her with more passion than ever. He had seen her as
I had - brave, strong, intelligent, humorous, sensual, passionate, generous and pure
of heart. And I fear both of ours was lost to the winsome little Hartlicorne with eyes
the color of royal purple silk. Like a fire, one could not come near her without feeling
her warmth. This princess, this lost heir to an ancient throne, this beauty...Belle was
addictive. To be near her was, for me, enough. But not so with the king, who
wanted so much more.
It was the day of the royal ball. Her long hair was plaited and pulled back from her
lovely face, her horn and fur polished with sweet-smelling oils, roses placed artfully
in her hair. The dragon lord was in attendance, of course, along with numerous other
males who vied for a chance at the princess. When Belle came to his kingdom, he had
declared that the princess was 'his ward.' His to protect. And the underhanded drake
had taken this literally in the most politically advantageous way. The king was 'like a
father' to the princess, he'd declared. And the males had not stopped pouring into the
kingdom since. All for a chance at her heart. Her bed. For some, her throne. The king
could say nothing against it, for he was urged by his political advisers that the tourism
from travelers was making his people prosper. But his mood grew blacker by the day.
He began to steal into the lovely little doe's room at night, watching her while she slept.
After her mortal terror at seeing a dragon - those who killed her mother's kind - he
vowed he would protect her from anything. Nothing in the world was worse than seeing
her afraid. A strong, sweet, beautiful creature like her should fear naught. But he was
also motivated by bone deep jealousy that would never rest. He rarely slept, and grew
furious at the smallest slights. It was the night of the ball. Balls were silly affairs the
king himself often didn't attend, rather something only for the enjoyment of the people.
But tonight, he arrived in full warrior regalia. His fur was darkly burnished, eyes intense
and furiously flicking from male to male. All competitors who sought to take what was his.
But none irked him so much as the arrogant dragon male who preened openly, with large
smiles and charisma that swayed many. The floors were buffed free of claw marks, the
chandeliers imported and lit. Belle was beloved by many in the castle whether she knew it
or not, and this night, they wanted to be for her, despite the many arrogant males in
attendance who sought her. A hush fell over everyone when she arrived. Flushed with
eternal youth, beautiful in her rosy gown, eyes wide, lips pursing in an inviting manner.
The king stood first, unable to take his eyes off of her. Hearts stopped in their chests.
The king stepped from the throne, unable to do anything else but move toward her, drawn
like a moth to light. The crowd quietly parted for him. When he came to stand before
her, Belle looked up at him, a warm blush heating her cheeks. The way he looked at
the lass was anything but fatherly. Belle fingered her gown under the intensity of
his scrutiny, but he captured her small hand in his instantly, bringing it to his lips in a
surprisingly intimate gesture.
"Princess. You look..." he swallowed and rubbed a hand over his hair. Suddenly,
he was without words, without any of his savage charm. She rendered him utterly helpless.
"As do you," she said, shy laughter glimmering in her eyes.
The music began, and the pair danced. Belle swallowed hard and tried to tell him with
her eyes. He leaned in, bending doubly over to accommodate her short stature. Belle
lifted to tip-hoof, clutching his large shoulder and shyly whispered, "I...I cannot..."
"I-I cannot dance." The king's heart stopped and restarted. He grinned, fangs
on display, looking suddenly boyishly handsome, something she'd never seen before.
He laughed, a deep sound like thunder, and it pleased her because she smiled shyly
back. He pulled her tight against his body, and whispered, "Stand on my feet, little
one." She realized that beneath her dress, no one would see if she were doing such
a thing, and thanked him with her eyes. She never danced, did not know how, and had
not even wanted to do such a thing...until now. He led them out to the floor, and they
began to dance. For her part, Belle seemed to enjoy the heat and strength of his body
against hers. Protecting her even now, from embarrassment at her lack of talent in this
area, where so many other females had practiced years to be able to put themselves
on display like this - Belle had mastered languages instead. But he saved her honor,
though, no doubt more than I had guessed at what happened. They danced, and danced
and the king who himself did not like to dance, could not let go of her for all the world
to let her dance with any other waiting male. Many of whom looked on angrily at his
monopoly of the beautiful maiden. The king's mood seemed to lighten, and when she
could dance no more he led her to his throne. A few gasped when he lifted her up and
placed her in his seat. It was a symbolic gesture, to all present. Although Belle was
too fatigued and overexcited to realize it...he had literally just put her on his throne.
The gesture was obvious. He was going to put her on his throne. He staked his claim
in front of the whole assemblage. Meanwhile, the innocent Hartlicorne sipped berry
wine (that the king had made just for her), and sighed with pleasure at the sweetness.
The dragon prince curled a lip in a half sneer. When the king was netted by a fawning
gaggle of diplomats vying for economic favor, he took his chance, approaching the
throne where the eye-catching blonde was watching everyone with fascination and
pleasure. "Princess," he began, and took her hand forcibly. Belle's nostrils
flared and the scent of her instinctive fear went out like a beacon to the king. He lifted
his head, eyes going black with rage. The dragon made sure the king could
smell Belle's fear and see her discomfort. She eased her hand away from his and
swallowed, inclining her head only a little. "Yes, your...highness?" She was a
smart creature. She not only wished to master her fear of his kind, but...she couldn't
put the king and all of his people at risk because she could not control herself and be
cordial to another royal. Any move against the prince might spark a war. The prince
could see the king, all but shoving others, on a warpath heading straight for him.
It is almost too easy, the prince's eyes seemed to say. Just one...more...push...
The prince bent at the waist and boldly pressed his mouth to Belle's pink, plush lips.
The echoing roar answered this malicious bit of cunning, as well as a spike in the
female's fear. The prince waited for the blow that came, like thunder, a fist cracked
over his jaw, sending the male sprawling before the throne. Belle leapt to her hooves,
hand on the king's arm. She'd seen what the dragon intended, but too late to stop
the attack. She had to reason with him. Make him see that the drake was only goading
him, trying to embroil them in war and make it seem his fault. He used the king's
only weakness against him. Her. With her, he lost all reason. Everyone stared
in horror, completely silent. The king snapped his fangs and began moving toward him
to finish the job.
"No, stop, you mustn't," the blonde cried, holding his arm. "It is a trap. Do
not let him do this to you...to us..." the last was said with surprise, even on her
behalf. "Please..." she said when he shook her off and she lunged for his arm
again, holding him back, only because he didn't wish to hurt her. He snarled at her
but she persisted. "No, do not do this. Listen to me," she urged. He
showed her his fangs and she did not back down. Everyone was watching. She had
to stop this and save them all. The prince suddenly grinned at the king, and that
was all it took. He shook Belle free, and suddenly grabbed both of her wrists in his
grasp.
"You. Are. Mine." he declared, loudly and publicly. Her eyes went wide, but he
kept on.
"You are mine. You please me. You will be my wife, bear my children, and sit
beside me on THAT throne. And you will do so for the rest of your damn life, and
I will hear no more of this adventuring, or reclaiming your throne, Belle."
The girl's eyes offered him the only warning he would get. He had not gone too
far. Not yet. But I knew, watching the hatred, jealousy but more than anything
the selfishness he felt with her - that she would be as he wished, that she
would bend to his will, rather than he bending to hers. All of it was
culminating into a perfect, horrifying storm. She would be as he wanted her
to be, as he dreamed and wished her to be. He rejected any part of her that did
not fit with his vision of their life together. And perhaps he would not want
her if she proved herself other than what he deemed appropriate. It was clear
all of these thoughts ran through her mind as her expression grew hot with anger.
The rarest emotion, and yet there it was, in her eyes.
"I will not bend the knee for you." Her eyes simmered, soft ears flattening
with anger that he would try to change her, dare to pretend she was something
other than what she was. That he would take away from her, her fate, her destiny
to save her throne and honor her mother and the lost Licorne race.
"I am a princess," she said, hands trembling, looking so small next to him
but standing hoof to paw with him, drawing herself up to all of her diminutive height.
"And any male who would have me be his companion would b-bend the knee to
ME," she said, quivering all over, shocked at her own stormy passion and strong
words. Then, she turned, ignoring the look of triumph on the conniving dragon's face
and exited the ballroom, casting the king such a furious look that he released her arm
when he sought to stop her. His face was stricken. The crowd began to gossip quietly
behind raised hands. The prince dusted himself off, happier than ever. He'd done better
than start a war. He'd destroyed any chance the king had with the soft, trusting creature
who everyone had underestimated.
The king wanted to howl in frustration and sorrow. He had been...he was wrong, but he
could not, would not admit it. His bones ached to follow after her. To beg, to apologize
but his pride would not allow it. I am a king. He thought. He would not chase a
girl. He was above that. He could have his pick of females, he thought uncharitably.
The instant the thought passed his mind, he felt crushing guilt. He wanted no other. And
the only female who he'd ever wanted just walked away from him, rightfully so. Because
he'd been an arse. Arrogant, too proud to go to her on bended knee. Lured into the most
dangerous trap, on the cusp of winning her heart. The trap so many fell prey to...
He howled inside, the image of her sweet ears flicked back and proud arch to her shoulders
as she walked directly away from him... Poor sod, I thought, looking at the king's
misery, brought on by no one but himself...Was it worth it, after all? To have your pride
but lose your mate?
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