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Expanding Quest: Lord Filippus, The Steadfast Knight 3
Filippus seems to have finally come to terms with what happened to him; fully accepting his role as a vast, generous lord. It was all thanks to Prince Pilak, the majestic royal stag belongs to the lovely 
Silver-Stag / Twitter, who also did pic this time as well. I had tons of fun coming up with these scenes alongside them. All of the prince's dialogue is from them as well. I'm deeply grateful for letting me post them here so you all can get to know our characters better. Without further ado, here's the next chapter in Filippus' story.
The Regina Glorie Kingdom had been blessed with an important guest on a late summer day. The inhabitants of the royal city were ecstatic to have a visitor from across the ocean. And despite having arrived a week earlier than expected, the recently appointed Queen Amelinna was confident the accommodations prepared for her weary guests would be of their liking; her only worry was to keep herself from showing the mental stress she had endured this year after taking the throne. Her thoughts were interrupted once one of her Gilded Flowers knights donning a golden armor announced herself, Lady Malaika of Vassmont - The Gilded Sunflower; the nyati's horns, height and size made it quite difficult for her to maneuver herself inside the palace, but her cheerful and nurturing disposition always brought happiness to wherever she went. Queen Amelinna could already feel better just for the fact that Lady Malaika would be there for her to receive Prince Pilak ng Umaga.
The stag arrived with a grand retinue; Dressed in fine brocades, exotic jewelry, and with raven-black tresses kept long and free. He hailed from far to the east, the islands of Visaya who'd been allies of the crown for years. The old kings had brought them together as unlikely allies, the islands a bottleneck from all exotic trade, and the kingdom loose with their change to fill their castles with all manner of faraway finery. But now Amellina was queen, and he had come to pay tribute and re-affirm the alliance of their fathers, and he couldn't have come soon enough. Apparently some scheming lord had gotten cursed by his own plots, and when his allies tore each other apart to fill the power vacuum, Amelinna had consolidated her power. Now the prince was here to bolster her further, a foreign power that couldn't be bought, and at the perfect point to cut off any family's trade if they got out of line.
It was well enough to catch up with her, both royals were politically-minded and got to business, and nostalgic stories told over dinner were pleasant besides. But there was a melancholy in the new queen's aura, some regret that kept her morose and just a touch distant. After a while she admitted the fate of her friend, the entire story of the labyrinth, the rescue team and of the ex-captain's role in the recent plots. The tale was odd for sure, but at the end of it he wondered if he could help.
A week later, the prince found himself in Breggmorth. Queen Amelinna had sent word of his visit, but once he arrived only the servants and guards came to receive him and his entourage. Prince Pilak had already expected this but looking at their nervous faces, the royal stag took a moment to calm down their worries and politely asked if any of them could take him to see their Lord. Guided by the housekeeper, he arrived at a large door frame. Noticing the cracks at both sides of the frame, the stag went to knock on the extra-wide door, the scent of food lingering far beyond the room the horse had sequestered himself in as he called out:
Prince Pilak: " Captain Filippus? It's Prince Pilak ng Umaga, may we speak?"
It had been a year and a half since Filippus' ordeal. The former war legend had secluded himself to his chambers after having tried in vain to lose the weight he had gained. After being told he wouldn't be able to lose any of it due to the blowback from breaking his vow of abstinence and King Attem's curse, Filippus still exercised, he starved himself and struggled to try to recover a glimpse of his former self. One that could be able to take action when they commanded it.
Nevertheless, it had all been in vain and he couldn't show himself in public out of shame. When the king passed, he couldn't bring himself to be in his presence, even though he was expected to be on the forefront of the event alongside Princess Amelinna showing his support. While the curse had been completely excised from within him, the hunger remained and he found himself eating constantly. Naturally, he started getting bigger. Feeling guilty and ashamed about his size and appetite became the norm of everyday and the only thing that could console him was the same thing that kept on adding more poundage on him. Day and night, he would eat to try to numb his sadness, and fill the void in his soul. A never ending cycle of self pity and gluttony.
Days blended into weeks and suddenly he didn't know which day it was anymore. One day, he was informed he was to receive a visit from an important ally to the crown. He wasn't expecting the person who would be visiting him to be of royal blood. Perhaps the Queen had omitted that detail on purpose. Filippus panicked at the last minute and holed up inside his chambers, nervously eating away while hoping for his guest to turn their backs and leave. He was alarmed once he heard the prince's voice echoing from the other side of his chambers' door. With an audible crack, the door opened and in came the most handsome and decorous cervine he had ever seen in his life. Unable to hide his tremendous bull, he tried to look presentable, whipping away food from his muzzle while needing a cane to help himself support himself.
Prince Pilak: “Please, sit, there’s no need to get up on my account.”
The graceful deer said kindly. He took a seat of his own, though the room was dominated by a table stacked with plates and empty bowls, there were also a few plush seats and a fine bed. As he sat, he regarded Filippus by his current appearance; It was hard to imagine him as a rugged, strong captain in this defeated state, but not impossible. In fact he was still quite handsome in his own way. Leisurely the prince poured himself a cup of wine from the table and said to the captain,
Prince Pilak: "When I journeyed here it was to see that my old friend was safe and to help in her reign, but hearing her speak I wonder if my help might be better given to you.”
Lord Filippus: "Your grace please, don't. Let me call one of my aides so they can tend to you properly."
Filippus was growing more restless at seeing the royal deer pour his own cup of wine as if he were a mere commoner. The fact that he mentioned a friend also meant he was speaking of princess - no, Queen Amelinna, her memory still rested heavily in his heart. Was this a way of her getting back at him for not being there for the king and her. Did she plan on making look like a disgraced fool in front of foreign royalty? Sir Filippus' mind was going down a dark spiral. Unaware that he had stayed quiet for a while in front of the royal sitting across from him. The guard standing at the door was starting to feel the awkward atmosphere generated by the former captain and gave a look at the prince in order to gauge his expression. Noting the awkward silence, the stag nodded to the guard,
Prince Pilak: ” Very well, please call your servant. And please, call me Silver.”
As he waited it was difficult to read the deer’s expression. He was serene, not nervous around Filippus like others, nor was he cocksure like other nobility. Instead he watched the stallion from across the room as if he were waiting for him to do something. As a maid came in to pour the two their wine, the prince piped up,
Prince Pilak: ” She’s very concerned for you, which makes me concerned for her. I’ve heard the story of course, but tell me about yourself so I might understand better.”
There was nothing demeaning about his tone, he was even and polite, but clearly looking for something out of the captain.
Pranny, the maid, who had been working in the castle since the time where Lord Borzz was still around and kicking had been there to watch Filippus grow from a quiet and dedicated colt to a hardworking and dependable stallion who went to make a name for himself on the outside world and came back crowned in glory and fame. And yet, he never let them consume him like they did with her former lord. He had gallantly sacrificed his entire being in order to turn an almost forgotten town into the prosperous city that it was today. And while that might've been out of principle in order to keep a promise to his mentor, he actually became a loving and compassionate regent on his own accord.
Her and the rest of the servants and most citizens of Breggmorth felt for him and wanted nothing more than seeing him smile once more. Knowing full well that the prince meant well, she felt that he wasn't one to ask twice about something.
Head Maid Pranny: "My lord.."
She said as softly as she could. The broken stallion looked into her eyes, trying to reassure him that it would be alright.
Head Maid Pranny: "We're here for you…"
The guard at the door puffed his chest proudly as a sign of agreement. Sir Filippus took a deep breath and simply said..
Lord Filippus: "What would you like to hear about your grace?"
With a gentle smile, the prince said with the smoothest tone imaginable,
Prince Pilak: "Everything."
Sir Filippus recounted the story of his life, his training under Lord Borzz and how he became a knight, his war campaigns and his struggle to try to live up to his title as a knight and uphold the virtues and obligations that came with it. As he kept on talking, Pranny and the rest of the maids had started serving food at the table that Sir Filippus had started sampling little by little during his retelling of his story.
Quietly the deer listened, only occasionally nodding or giving an affirmative 'I see' at certain points. Filippus's story would have been the stuff of legend, an ideal and someone he wished showed up more often in the tribes of his island nation. It still could be a good story, one with a happy ending. As it went on he could see the horse start comfort eating, nothing voracious but it was clear it was his own temporary distraction.
As the captain was mid-bite into a bread bowl, the stag spoke sagely,
Prince Pilak: "Winter falls upon the kingdom and the wolves stalk the night, deepest frost, they spill their own blood upon the snow. The queen ascends like the morning sun, and banishes the pack to summer forests. Squire to knight, knight to duke, everything is a cycle, but you haven't moved to your next season yet."
There were a few odd looks from the guards and servants, no doubt unused to such prose. More casually, he said,
Prince Pilak: "The kingdom is stable and the strife has ended. The labyrinth has been secured, he who wronged you has found his deserved fate, but where does it leave you?"
With a sip of wine, his dark brown eyes locked on Filippus to catch any reaction, he asked,
Prince Pilak: "Tell me, are you familiar with the idea of Ying and Yang?"
Sir Filippus was perplexed for a moment, he was well read and believed he could hold himself in intricate topics of conversion, and yet. The fluidity of the wise words that escaped the noble prince's mouth sounded so foreign for him to fully grab the concept of their meaning. And yet, he felt he meant well. For the first time in over a year, he didn't feel diminished by the mere fact of just existing. He felt like he was actually getting an answer to something he was craving and at the same time didn't know he wanted. Something that he forgot, yet had never learned in the first place.
Lord Filippus: "No Your Highness, but I'd be very grateful to know more. Please."
Hanging into every word being spoken to him. The older stallion's eyes glimmered with a little ray of hope. Was there still a chance for him after all? Had he actually lost it all?
In this grand play we call life, we, the players are given our respective roles to fulfill. But unlike actual theater, we don't stop once said roles are fulfilled, because life never stops giving us new ones to perform. We might be bit players at one point, but suddenly we become the main character. And when you least know it, you're a stagehand behind the scenes getting everything together for the next act. And you even become part of the audience at points. An ever changing, non stopping, thrilling performance.
The prince could tell he was getting something out of the old stallion, a glint in his eye that hadn't been there a moment ago. The prince took a half-eaten pie off the table and began picking at it, explaining,
Prince Pilak: "Around here you all think of things as good or evil, but in the east we see life as a series of cycles, not good or bad, simply changing to keep balance. Yin is the negative, and Yang the positive. All your life you resisted indulgence and it kept you in Yang, but one must be willing to enjoy the gifts that life gives us, and now you are in Yin as your life finds balance for abstaining too long."
The pie tin now had the swirling symbol, half the pie making up the white and the empty space making the black. The stag gestured to it as he explained,
Prince Pilak: "Yin and Yang represents everything in our lives. The cycle of day and night in harmony, the seasons, masculine and feminine. And I wonder if you are this way now to balance the curse of King Attem..."
With a gentle push the prince moved the pie in front of Filippus, encouraging him to eat, as he explained,
Prince Pilak: " You're not the same as the other victims Amelinna mentioned. Most are lost forever in the Hall of Feasting, or join that cult, or the adventurers give up and become complete gluttons. You've been depressed, but she told me you made a try to lose the weight to become useful again. But aren't you already important as a wealthy, powerful lord?"
The words hung in the air for a moment, and he finished his thought,
Prince Pilak: "You still have drive in you. Because of that I believe if King Attem was Yin, a negative force, then you Lord Filippus are his Yang; A decadent noble, but one whose wealth is shared from an open table, with a bountiful figure that reflects the prosperity of his land rather than leeching off it."
He took a sip of wine, and watched for the horse's reaction.
Having heard those words, Filippus' mind went back in time, a couple months after he had recently inherited the land from the late Lord Borzz. Right after they had experienced that drought and the terrible winter it soon followed. His first project as a lord of the land was to restore the orchards to their former splendor. He had become almost penniless after having spent most of his earnings on this project. And when spring rolled over and no blooms had sprung, the farmers felt devastated but instead of putting more stress into their lives. Filippus gathered every gold coin he had left and decided to buy food and provisions for everyone, giving almost all of his own reserves to the people. They in return decided to make a small festival in the main plaza in his honor.
While thinking that it would be wasteful to spend the food and drink on his honor. He was moved by how all the people had come together as one. He couldn't stop feeling a sense of fulfillment when despite not having accomplished his original goal, everyone was still able to smile in the end.
And a week and half earlier, the first blossoms in the orchard were seen. Every year since then, everyone goes all out in the city, cooking up a storm of their best dishes and serving tons of drinks and they share it with one another as if emulating their last meal of a certain day of spring when their lord gave them everything he had just so they could eat and be happy.
A single tear rolled down his fat cheek as he finally felt the cloud of sadness in his heart dissipate.
Lord Filippus: "I-I'm sorry..."
He was choking up on his own words, but this time he wasn't apologizing for being less than what he thought he was, he apologized for not realizing he had never lost his value in their eyes.
Head Maid Pranny: "My lord, you should stop apologizing so much. We understand, and we will always be here for you."
Pranny said as she let the much bigger stallion's head rest on her shoulder.
Thomas: "Here My Lord, we thought that this might cheer you up a bit"
Filippus could smell his favorite potato pie a mile away before they had even brought it inside the room. The Cook, Mr. Thomas had a big bright smile as he presented it in front of him.
Thomas: "I knew you were always a good eater ever since you stepped inside the kitchen and stole those tartlets. I forgot how many times I caught you trying to get more. It made me sad that you came back and barely ate anything anymore. So please, My Lord, could you grant this old porcupine his wish of seeing you eating one of his pies the same way you did as you were in those early days?"
Lord Filippus: "I would love to savor your pie Sir Thomas.. in fact, let us all have pies."
With a stream of tears and trying not to choke up again, the warhorse finally smiled from the bottom of his heart. And at that point he suddenly remembered he was hosting a royal in his chambers, he was quick to apologize. It was never his intention to ignore the prince, and he felt he had owed this moment of clarity to him.
Lord Filippus: "Your Royal Highness, I can't express the right words to convey what I'm feeling right now. But all I can say is that I am absolutely grateful for what you did for me today. I might not be able to move the way I used to, least of all fight in a battlefield, but if there is any way in which I can repay the clarity of mind you showed me today, I humbly let you know that I'll be at your service whenever you need me."
It was a touching scene, few could help but smile as the old warhorse finally came out of his shell. There was a real community here, and it was clear how Filippus had poured much of himself to touch everyone's lives in this city. They hugged and cried and he dared not interrupt, but when he was spoken to the stag just casually waved his hand,
Prince Pilak: " Sometimes we simply need a new perspective, I'm happy I could help you in this way."
As the servants and guards took seats and the pie was passed around, the prince did have a coy smirk on his lips as he added,
Prince Pilak: " Though, I think I would like to hear more about the trouble the captain got into as a young squire, Chef..."
On the second day; when the news of Sir Filippus' breakthrough was announced the next day thanks to the guards and servants who had divulged the word. When it reached the outside of his state, it spread like wildfire from merchants to the people passing by, and then to their neighbors.
Breggmorth had become a place where all events were celebrated, both big and small. To have regained their lord back was huge to the citizens, and as such, all of them got together into putting on an impromptu party for Sir Filippus on the main plaza, where a monument to him had been erected, honoring his achievements in life.
Back at Sir Filippus' state, The warhorse's stomach had made known its demanding presence to everyone in the room, including the prince from the foreign land; mere hours after they had had a hearty breakfast. The prince chuckled softly with amusement, as the head chef laughed and said there was plenty more in the kitchen waiting for Sir Filippus. With some cue clapping from Pranny, the servants came in with a multitude of trays with tons of different dishes.
A now beaming Sir Filippus humbly asked the deer prince if they could grace them with more histories from his kingdom and his country as the warhorse also wished to know the wise beyond his years royal. A couple more hours later, the news of the event in honor of Sir Filippus finally reached the warhorse's ears. Still feeling doubtful about seeing the citizens of Breggmorth in person for the first time, he look at everyone present in the room and muster enough courage to go outside and join them in the festivities
What Filippus didn't count on was that his tunic had reached it's limit a while ago. Having spent all morning and noon eating non stop while being enthralled by the prince's stories was the last straw as the garment ripped open in all directions the moment he bends forward trying to gain momentum to stand up. Letting everyone see the warhorse's bright coat underneath the fabric along with some of his battle scars.
Silence had filled the room as everyone present including Sir Filippus still tried to process the event; everyone except for the prince, who never lost pace, he quickly called upon his aides to fetch for something to wear for someone of Sir Filippus' worth.
A pair of tandikan came inside the room carrying various robes. Taking some quick measurements, they quickly got to work; and to the amazement of the all present, they expertly stitched together a simple yet elegant robe big enough to accommodate Sir Filippus' girth while allowing plenty of mobility and airflow. The prince was content with the results and urged Sir Filippus to go and meet his people, while reassuring him that he would be right next to him.
Many pounds earlier, he could've walked his way into the main plaza, but as he was now, a carriage was more than necessary. The horsemen were from the royal city. Big and strong, much so that they had no issue carrying Sir Filippus all the way there. Filippus had asked the prince if he wouldn't be more confident riding on a separate carriage, but he simply dismissed the notion.
Arriving at the central plaza, they were able to see all the people that had gathered there to come and see sir Filippus again. Looking through the carriage's window, Filippus saw the bronze monument in his honor, still presenting a gallant Sir Filippus marching to battle carrying both the emblems of the kingdom and the city of Breggmorth. Looking at the stern and focused gaze of the statue, Filippus felt judged by his past self, he started thinking that perhaps he wasn't ready. But with the price right in front of him, and remembering his words of wisdom. He was able to make up his mind. When the carriage door opened, the crowd became dead silent. After noticing some struggle, the horsemen, the prince's aides and even the price himself helped Sir Filippus get out of the carriage.
Sweat had embedded on his forehead from the struggle, and he was already gasping for air as he met his citizens for the first time in over a year. There were murmurs, as expected. But right about when Sir Filippus felt a pit forming in his stomach, all the citizens present, and at the same time, cheered in unison.
They all gathered around him, and fawned over him, they were glad to know he was ok. For them, his appearance didn't matter in the slightest, nor did his ability to fight. They wanted their kind and devoted ruler to be able to smile again.
When he least expected it, the food and ale started flowing aplenty. Each of the citizens wanted to feed Filippus with something they had specially cooked or baked for the occasion. And Filippus indulged them and he also indulged himself too. And soon everyone was sharing everything with each other and the celebration kicked in full throttle with music and dance.
Resting his feet a little after carrying his almost dragging belly around, he sat next to the prince who commended his grand presence for being able to touch the hearts of his people and encouraging them to be generous towards each other.
Filippus felt himself drifting off to sleep, no doubt his body was feeling all the food he had consumed all day. A couple weeks ago he would be almost on the verge of a mental breakdown from having eaten as much as he did, but now, he felt that he could keep going. There was nothing to be ashamed off, he had lived his life depriving himself of its pleasures, but that was no more. He was now going to partake in them and encourage others to do the same.
Looking at his statue's face, he didn't feel judged anymore, it felt more encouraged than anything else.
Closing his eyes, and asking the price if he didn't care for him taking a little nap. With a gentle smile, the prince said to him he would be sitting right next to him when he woke up. Feeling content. Filippus' eyes closed, as he imagined what other dishes he would be tasting once he opened them again.
The impromptu celebration was a fun time, a casual evening to meet some of the faces of Breggmorth and see just how far Filippus' good deeds reached. At the same time he regaled the horse with stories of the Visayas; An island kingdom at the crossroads of the East, focused on the sea with a history of explorers, pirates, powerful chieftain navies and fabulous treasure fleets. He admitted that a group was traveling on behalf of the king to Attem's labyrinth, a fair portion of the greedy king's gold pilfered from his fleets. But there were also myths and legends, his personal favorite was the romantic origin of Mount Mayon and the myth of the great Bakunawa.
At the same time the citizens told stories of Filippus's exploits, whether it be in battle or more often he aided the people in the city by trade, aid, or simply rolling up his sleeves and helping with the work himself. One point during the feasting, the stag suggested,
Prince Pilak: " Perhaps you can do this again. A tourney could be fun, and you can use it to prop up would-be knights like you once were, bringing the circle back around. Perhaps you should invite Amelinna to preside over it. And we shall see if I can be in attendance too."
He said casually. The warhorse had a confused expression, and the deer perked up explaining,
Prince Pilak: "Ah, I never mentioned. I'll be visiting the kingdom more often as an emissary."
He explained succession was different in the east; The heir was selected among the sons, not simply the firstborn. Though the stag was diligent and serene and oldest of his siblings,
Prince Pilak: "I'm what they call...well here I believe it's called an invert, but either way, I'll not be having children."
He passed over the throne willingly, but he was still of the royal family, so emissary to meet and deal with their allies was a perfect position in his eyes. But either way, it meant he could drop by for plenty of visits to check on his new, corpulent friend.
The prince had a few days to spend in Breggmorth, and they were spent with the lordly horse, the stag telling him tales of the spoils of the east, and how he would spoil Filippus with them now that he was more open to indulge himself. The horse dressed simply, but his merchants brought mountains of silk on every voyage. When talk of knights and warriors came, the stag regaled him with stories of the Sumo temple guardians, and that got a bit of a rise. His house was well built but plain, so the stag mentioned the importance of patronage to artists. But it was obvious the old horse's love was food above all other finery, so the prince tantalized him with talk of the spices and exotic fruits from his far off corner of the globe, and he swore he lost count of how many time Filippus absentmindedly started licking his lips.
It was after another large dinner that the prince joined the Count of Breggmorth to stroll through his gardens, as simple as the rest of the house but well-kept and certainly with room for more flowers if he liked. As they walked alone on their way back to their rooms, a slow stroll as the horse leaned on his cane, the stag daringly made a comment,
Prince Pilak: "You know, you're quite handsome. You're no grim-faced veteran now, but the weight makes you look very kindly."
Filippus couldn't help blushing a little at the compliment. Despite feeling more confident in his appearance, when he heard someone saying the extra weight made him look more handsome, or that he now looked like the proper lord of a prosperous city, he couldn't stop feeling a little sheepish. These past few days have been enlightening though. While reminiscing of the last couple days he had spent with the prince, he had suddenly stopped moving
Prince Pilak: "Is everything alright Sir Filippus, was it something I say?"
But as he watched the sunset rays shining on the prince and the gentle wind moving his silken robes and luscious mane, he became mesmerized by the serene aura emanating from him.
Putting his hand on his belly, not as a way to calm or cover himself but rather, as a way to showcase it. He was proud of who he was now. His knight self would've humbly accepted the earlier compliment and moved on, but that was his past, his present self now relished on the feeling of being emboldened by such praise.
Lord Filippus: "Thank you, my Prince. Had I never met someone with such a compassionate heart like yours, I don't think I could've come to love my err… bigger self the way I do now."
Closing in the distance between them, to get a closer look at the pools of gold in the prince's eyes that had been revealed by the setting sun. He couldn't help himself.
Lord Filippus: "Prince Pilak, have they ever told you you have the most beautiful eyes? The way the sun extols their beauty it's something to be admired. I know I might be overstepping my place, but let me keep on admiring them for as long as I can."
He knew that their time together would be about almost over, but he'd savor every single moment of this fleeting yet fateful meeting.
As the sun set both literally and figuratively on his visit, the stag sat leisurely with Filippus. A tray was set out with morsels to tide over the horse's demanding stomach until dinner, and it was quite serene. When the count gave him thanks again, the stag waved it off again, simply stating,
Prince Pilak: "I'm only glad to have helped. You have endured too much in your life for the story to end so poorly."
But the horse wasn't done with his compliments, and it got the deer to blush slightly. Filippus might've been hundreds of pounds heavier, but there was still a rugged and wizened look to him that infatuated the prince. Leaning in closer, he recited part of a poem,
Prince Pilak: "Noble hearts shine through the eye. In yours I see wisdom and devotion, drive and kindness. We should admire each other as much as we desire."
There was a quiet moment, the two mere inches apart, which the prince broke to say flirtingly,
Prince Pilak: "Count Filippus, there is *one* indulgence you have not tried since I came to open your eyes again."
Filippus smiled coyly, as he turned red like the setting sun. Despite his age, this was the first time he had openly attempted to court someone, and it hadn't gone unnoticed. Filippus had managed to keep up with mighty foes in the battlefield step by step, he knew the art of war to his core, and used everything at his disposal to gracefully win his battles, and yet, facing the prince posed to be his biggest challenge yet. The royal read him like an open book, And the warhorse felt a thrill just imagining what other new things he would get to experience, which in turn reinvigorated his heart.
Lord Filippus: "Perhaps, you wouldn't mind enlightening me more on the subject, your Royal Highness…"
Another moment of silence occurred, both of their gazes intertwined as the first stars appeared to grace the celestial vault, like wishes of hope for futures ahead full of prosperity, happiness and perhaps love.
Daringly the Prince leaned forward, eyes closed and kissed the old stallion. Filippus was unused to it, but the prince's lips guided him and he had the hang of it quickly enough. It lasted for just a moment but felt like hours, and when he pulled away a light blush dusted both their cheeks. Lost in each other's gaze, the quiet moment of intimacy was interrupted by the horse's loud, demanding gut. He chuckled, put a hand against the horse's soft cheek and promised,
Prince Pilak: "Let's get you to dinner first, then we can pick up from here ~..."
Lord Borzz gave Filippus a very brief explanation of what to do with himself if the carnal urges ever struck him. Basically do nothing and steel his resolve until they subsided on their own. A knight wasn't supposed to act like a deviant. It became the subject of relentless teasing from Sir Karver when he had to explain to Filippus what the whole "act" was about.
Given his new sizable girth, and being a complete novice to the entire prospect posed a challenge, but Sir Filippus shined the most during such moments. This time wasn't the exception. And after he received the exemplary guidance of the prince, what began like an awkward beginning, became a night full of passion.
After Filippus's nightly feast and a night of pleasure where the stag taught him how things were done, the two slept together until dawn broke through the curtains. Naturally the fat horse took up most of the bed, his gut spilling across the plush mattress as his blubbery thighs and great rear left permanent indents. But the count was soft and warm enough and the deer made a place under his flabby arm, against soft love handles with an ample chest as a pillow. Just waking up his fingers ran circles across chestnut fur, tracing a few of the scars whose story he'd learned intimately, and he quietly asked,
Prince Pilak: "Are you awake yet?"
Once Filippus confirmed, the stag laid back against his expansive frame and spoke softly, but plainly,
Prince Pilak: "I'll be leaving soon, I hope you know this trip has been absolutely wonderful, and seeing you light up and escape your sadness was beautiful."
He leaned in to kiss those thick horse lips, and confessed,
Prince Pilak: "But I don't want you to tie yourself to me. I'm an emissary, I'll be gone most of the year, if I even make a journey that year, that is. I will carry you in my heart with me, but I hope there is someone else closer to home you love even more than me."
Day broke on Breggmorth, and Filippus had never felt more accomplished. In just a matter of days, he had gone and indulged in so many new pleasures and emotions than what he had done in the last 44 years of his life. He felt grateful for finding such an understanding and patient lover like the prince. Wishing to stay next to him like this for a little while longer, Filippus did his best not to awake the prince, but once he felt his tender touch across his vast and soft chest. He noticed he had awoken and a beaming smile was painted on the warhorse's face.
He then noticed the pensive look on his lover's eyes and once the prince spoke what was in his mind, reality came crashing down on Sir Filippus. This ephemeral dream was about to end, and with it, new clarity concerning what Filippus' future entailed.He needed to make amends with a lot of people, princess - no Queen Amelinna and the late king were on top of the list, he hadn't paid his respects yet, and he also didn't attend the Queen's coronation. The fact that he was still a Count might've said a lot about the Queen's State of mind regarding him.
The next on his list was to find out what happened to Sir Gustaf, while he had a hand on what had happened to him. His good nature won in the end and went to look for him back at the labyrinth. Without him, he would've been lost forever under King Attem's curse.
Lastly, concerning what Prince Pilak had just mentioned, there was someone who was still lingering in his heart after all this time. Back then he couldn't put aside his duties and allow love to bloom in his heart, but something he had learned these past couple of days was that it was never too late to start anew. He just hoped that time hadn't embittered Sir Karver's heart too much.
He gave the prince a mighty hug, it wasn't a refusal to let him leave but a display of absolute gratitude as he leaned in closer and gave him a last kiss on his lips and a final one on his forehead. He couldn't stop tearing up a little, but he knew that with all that the prince had given him, he would be alright. He would be able to say goodbye with a smile and looking forward to what tomorrow would bring without any fear.
As soon as the first rays of sun touched the land, the prince and his people were already ready to say their goodbyes. Filippus gave him one last hug and a kiss, making more than a couple of his vassals gasp a little. The Prince likewise was reluctant to depart, returning the kiss and reveling in the great hug, and even wiping tears under the count's eyes as he said,
Prince Pilak: "No more tears, there have been enough of those. I will return, when I do I want to see smiles."
He bowed and set off with his retinue, soldiers and servants making their way to the shore. The ride seemed almost too short, and along the way he kept seeing things that reminded him of Filippus; Another night of travel, an inn offering potato pies, a big-bellied blacksmith or baker. At a point the group split up, a small group of his senior guards going off ahead to make a base of operation at the Labyrinth before the main expedition from his father arrived to go find the riches that were rightfully theirs. As he imagined the boisterous and wild veteran tiger who would soon step foot in this continent, he couldn't help but smirk; he didn't *wish* for the curse to take him, but if it did then perhaps Filippus could do with a kindred companion.
Finally they were in port and the small convoy was ready, a team of junk ships standing out among the galleons. Hardy seamen brought his things aboard, and likewise unloaded new shipments of spice, silk, and treasure. The stag took a moment to observe it all going out to sale, and promised himself when he visited these shores again Filippus would get an armada's worth of spoils.
Prince Pilak: "Let's make that sooner than later…"
As the prince's caravan disappeared into the horizon, Filippus and the city of Breggmorth as a whole wished them safe travels.
That same morning after the prince's departure, Filippus gathered all his citizens at the main plaza to give them a grand announcement. He wanted to make his city into a place where everyone felt welcomed and safe, where the love and abundance is shared to anyone willing to receive them. A place where second chances were possible. And where freedom of spirit is valued. He would need their help though, since couldn't possibly do it alone.
Lord Filippus: "Let's broaden our views, our ideas, and expand far and wide!"
At this point, he didn't know If he was doing it on purpose or not but he kept on patting his large gut while putting emphasis on those last sentences. Having formed an appetite after his grand speech, he was delighted when he got a giant fruit basket from one of the caretakers of Breggmorth's biggest orchard. While sampling the sweet harvest of this season inside his carriage, he requested one of his servants to send a letter to the royal city requesting an audience with the Queen.
Filippus was granted a private audience with her Majesty, but he had requested a public one instead. After her coronation Queen Amelinna had worked endlessly to get rid of the corruption inside her court, but a few vipers remained hiding behind their masks of flattery and deceit. Waiting for the chance to line up their pockets and to gain political favors and status.
Breggmorth had been the talk of many of them for the last year. Already the third largest city in the kingdom and growing at a fast phase. Talks about replacing Filippus as its lord had been an issue that the Queen couldn't postpone anymore. The vultures expected a fat, beaten-down warhorse to beg for mercy expecting his friendship with the queen would save him from getting his position taken from him. So when the throne room doors swung open and marched in came an exuberant and possibly radiant Filippus carrying his enormous body with such pride and conviction. All of them went aghast.
Bowing solemnly in front of her was her friend who she had missed this past year and a half. He was no longer broken but reborn anew. The letter the prince sent to her before his departure alluded to his metamorphosis, but the coy descriptions in the latter didn't prepare her for this. Requesting him to raise his head, she was able to look into those eyes, whose valiant gaze had been clouded with despair. But now, they shone even brighter with the fire of new found purpose. Queen Amelinna tried her best to remain dignified, as a way to show impartiality, but those closest to her couldn't help but notice the proud smile slowly forming on her face. Filippus included. She asked him what the purpose of his audience was. A big smile appeared on Filippus' face as he made his business known
Back in a more private setting, and after Filippus paid his respects to the late king for his kindness, with only the Queen's most trusted companions, Queen Amelinna couldn't stop hugging her friend and complimenting him on his looks. While she certainly would miss his serious gallant warhorse self, his current appearance fitted that of a kind ruler.
The way he openly laughed and made small talk was a welcomed surprise, she couldn't stop gushing over it.
As they kept on talking she noticed the way he was methodically eating the small cakes to accompany his tea. The Queen had to order him a whole cake, much to her amusement.
Queen Amelinna: "You certainly aren't the same Lord Filippus I once knew, the old captain of the royal army wouldn't have time for more than just a cup of tea and least of all, a whole cake. The prince did a number on you, didn't he?"
Filippus smiled and proceeded to tell her what had transpired. She became elated once she knew, she went ahead and even asked for more candid revelations that happened between the two lovers, prompting Filippus to choke a little on his cake while his face flushed red with embarrassment. An ahem was heard at their side, coming from one of her bodyguards, a female knight in indigo armor.
Queen Amelinna: "Oh Lady Anaïs, I know you wish to know so as well, do you think I haven't noticed you slowly inching your way into our table. Grab a seat, as your queen I demand it."
It was the hind's turn to feel embarrassed as she lowered statuesque self into a seat at their table. And was promptly served a cup of tea by one of the maids. Queen Amelinna gave a satisfactory smile and moved on with the conversation.
Queen Amelinna: "So, Lord Filippus, what's next?"
Filippus had so many ideas on the top of his head, but managed to puzzle the Queen and her knight when he looked to the east and with a kind smile said.
Lord Filippus: "A flower garden…"
Lord Filippus: "I trust you to capture my good side. I don't want to look an ounce smaller than I am."
Painter: "Y-Yes my Lord!"
The painter started sweating once he knew he would need a much bigger canvas to get all of Filippus' magnificence in one painting, but couldn’t contain his excitement for having being chosen to do Lord Filippus’ painting. Meanwhile, a dressed in finery Filippus thought it was funny how he used to think posing for a painting was a waste of time, but now, he wanted to see his larger self in all kinds of forms. Even posing for a sculpture seemed exciting to him. Although he didn't know if the sculptor would be as lenient as his painter when it came to his "morsel intervals". He was already getting hungry again, despite the fact that he just finished an entire cheese platter moments ago.
Before he finished his thought, the doors to the study opened up and in came Sir Gustaf, the much more robust rooster was trying to catch up his breath from the brisk walking. Only the words “letter”, “Karver” and “cursed” were heard under the heavy breathing. Filippus' eyes widened and he quickly dismissed his slightly disappointing painter, not before handing him a basket full of bread to take home with him along with his payment.
Opening up the letter Gustaf had in his grip moments ago, Filippus feared that something had happened to Karver. Once he read the contents inside, he was astonished. Inside, Karver detailed the destruction of King Attem's castle along with its curse. All thanks to a ferocious tiger general from the east and his troops, his name being Magtanggol.
Silver-Stag / Twitter, who also did pic this time as well. I had tons of fun coming up with these scenes alongside them. All of the prince's dialogue is from them as well. I'm deeply grateful for letting me post them here so you all can get to know our characters better. Without further ado, here's the next chapter in Filippus' story.🍖🍗🍅🍇🥐🥖🥘🍰🐎⚔🛡🍰🥘🥖🥐🍇🍅🍗🍖 The Regina Glorie Kingdom had been blessed with an important guest on a late summer day. The inhabitants of the royal city were ecstatic to have a visitor from across the ocean. And despite having arrived a week earlier than expected, the recently appointed Queen Amelinna was confident the accommodations prepared for her weary guests would be of their liking; her only worry was to keep herself from showing the mental stress she had endured this year after taking the throne. Her thoughts were interrupted once one of her Gilded Flowers knights donning a golden armor announced herself, Lady Malaika of Vassmont - The Gilded Sunflower; the nyati's horns, height and size made it quite difficult for her to maneuver herself inside the palace, but her cheerful and nurturing disposition always brought happiness to wherever she went. Queen Amelinna could already feel better just for the fact that Lady Malaika would be there for her to receive Prince Pilak ng Umaga.
******The stag arrived with a grand retinue; Dressed in fine brocades, exotic jewelry, and with raven-black tresses kept long and free. He hailed from far to the east, the islands of Visaya who'd been allies of the crown for years. The old kings had brought them together as unlikely allies, the islands a bottleneck from all exotic trade, and the kingdom loose with their change to fill their castles with all manner of faraway finery. But now Amellina was queen, and he had come to pay tribute and re-affirm the alliance of their fathers, and he couldn't have come soon enough. Apparently some scheming lord had gotten cursed by his own plots, and when his allies tore each other apart to fill the power vacuum, Amelinna had consolidated her power. Now the prince was here to bolster her further, a foreign power that couldn't be bought, and at the perfect point to cut off any family's trade if they got out of line.
It was well enough to catch up with her, both royals were politically-minded and got to business, and nostalgic stories told over dinner were pleasant besides. But there was a melancholy in the new queen's aura, some regret that kept her morose and just a touch distant. After a while she admitted the fate of her friend, the entire story of the labyrinth, the rescue team and of the ex-captain's role in the recent plots. The tale was odd for sure, but at the end of it he wondered if he could help.
A week later, the prince found himself in Breggmorth. Queen Amelinna had sent word of his visit, but once he arrived only the servants and guards came to receive him and his entourage. Prince Pilak had already expected this but looking at their nervous faces, the royal stag took a moment to calm down their worries and politely asked if any of them could take him to see their Lord. Guided by the housekeeper, he arrived at a large door frame. Noticing the cracks at both sides of the frame, the stag went to knock on the extra-wide door, the scent of food lingering far beyond the room the horse had sequestered himself in as he called out:
Prince Pilak: " Captain Filippus? It's Prince Pilak ng Umaga, may we speak?"
******It had been a year and a half since Filippus' ordeal. The former war legend had secluded himself to his chambers after having tried in vain to lose the weight he had gained. After being told he wouldn't be able to lose any of it due to the blowback from breaking his vow of abstinence and King Attem's curse, Filippus still exercised, he starved himself and struggled to try to recover a glimpse of his former self. One that could be able to take action when they commanded it.
Nevertheless, it had all been in vain and he couldn't show himself in public out of shame. When the king passed, he couldn't bring himself to be in his presence, even though he was expected to be on the forefront of the event alongside Princess Amelinna showing his support. While the curse had been completely excised from within him, the hunger remained and he found himself eating constantly. Naturally, he started getting bigger. Feeling guilty and ashamed about his size and appetite became the norm of everyday and the only thing that could console him was the same thing that kept on adding more poundage on him. Day and night, he would eat to try to numb his sadness, and fill the void in his soul. A never ending cycle of self pity and gluttony.
Days blended into weeks and suddenly he didn't know which day it was anymore. One day, he was informed he was to receive a visit from an important ally to the crown. He wasn't expecting the person who would be visiting him to be of royal blood. Perhaps the Queen had omitted that detail on purpose. Filippus panicked at the last minute and holed up inside his chambers, nervously eating away while hoping for his guest to turn their backs and leave. He was alarmed once he heard the prince's voice echoing from the other side of his chambers' door. With an audible crack, the door opened and in came the most handsome and decorous cervine he had ever seen in his life. Unable to hide his tremendous bull, he tried to look presentable, whipping away food from his muzzle while needing a cane to help himself support himself.
Prince Pilak: “Please, sit, there’s no need to get up on my account.”
The graceful deer said kindly. He took a seat of his own, though the room was dominated by a table stacked with plates and empty bowls, there were also a few plush seats and a fine bed. As he sat, he regarded Filippus by his current appearance; It was hard to imagine him as a rugged, strong captain in this defeated state, but not impossible. In fact he was still quite handsome in his own way. Leisurely the prince poured himself a cup of wine from the table and said to the captain,
Prince Pilak: "When I journeyed here it was to see that my old friend was safe and to help in her reign, but hearing her speak I wonder if my help might be better given to you.”
Lord Filippus: "Your grace please, don't. Let me call one of my aides so they can tend to you properly."
Filippus was growing more restless at seeing the royal deer pour his own cup of wine as if he were a mere commoner. The fact that he mentioned a friend also meant he was speaking of princess - no, Queen Amelinna, her memory still rested heavily in his heart. Was this a way of her getting back at him for not being there for the king and her. Did she plan on making look like a disgraced fool in front of foreign royalty? Sir Filippus' mind was going down a dark spiral. Unaware that he had stayed quiet for a while in front of the royal sitting across from him. The guard standing at the door was starting to feel the awkward atmosphere generated by the former captain and gave a look at the prince in order to gauge his expression. Noting the awkward silence, the stag nodded to the guard,
Prince Pilak: ” Very well, please call your servant. And please, call me Silver.”
As he waited it was difficult to read the deer’s expression. He was serene, not nervous around Filippus like others, nor was he cocksure like other nobility. Instead he watched the stallion from across the room as if he were waiting for him to do something. As a maid came in to pour the two their wine, the prince piped up,
Prince Pilak: ” She’s very concerned for you, which makes me concerned for her. I’ve heard the story of course, but tell me about yourself so I might understand better.”
There was nothing demeaning about his tone, he was even and polite, but clearly looking for something out of the captain.
Pranny, the maid, who had been working in the castle since the time where Lord Borzz was still around and kicking had been there to watch Filippus grow from a quiet and dedicated colt to a hardworking and dependable stallion who went to make a name for himself on the outside world and came back crowned in glory and fame. And yet, he never let them consume him like they did with her former lord. He had gallantly sacrificed his entire being in order to turn an almost forgotten town into the prosperous city that it was today. And while that might've been out of principle in order to keep a promise to his mentor, he actually became a loving and compassionate regent on his own accord.
Her and the rest of the servants and most citizens of Breggmorth felt for him and wanted nothing more than seeing him smile once more. Knowing full well that the prince meant well, she felt that he wasn't one to ask twice about something.
Head Maid Pranny: "My lord.."
She said as softly as she could. The broken stallion looked into her eyes, trying to reassure him that it would be alright.
Head Maid Pranny: "We're here for you…"
The guard at the door puffed his chest proudly as a sign of agreement. Sir Filippus took a deep breath and simply said..
Lord Filippus: "What would you like to hear about your grace?"
With a gentle smile, the prince said with the smoothest tone imaginable,
Prince Pilak: "Everything."
Sir Filippus recounted the story of his life, his training under Lord Borzz and how he became a knight, his war campaigns and his struggle to try to live up to his title as a knight and uphold the virtues and obligations that came with it. As he kept on talking, Pranny and the rest of the maids had started serving food at the table that Sir Filippus had started sampling little by little during his retelling of his story.
Quietly the deer listened, only occasionally nodding or giving an affirmative 'I see' at certain points. Filippus's story would have been the stuff of legend, an ideal and someone he wished showed up more often in the tribes of his island nation. It still could be a good story, one with a happy ending. As it went on he could see the horse start comfort eating, nothing voracious but it was clear it was his own temporary distraction.
As the captain was mid-bite into a bread bowl, the stag spoke sagely,
Prince Pilak: "Winter falls upon the kingdom and the wolves stalk the night, deepest frost, they spill their own blood upon the snow. The queen ascends like the morning sun, and banishes the pack to summer forests. Squire to knight, knight to duke, everything is a cycle, but you haven't moved to your next season yet."
There were a few odd looks from the guards and servants, no doubt unused to such prose. More casually, he said,
Prince Pilak: "The kingdom is stable and the strife has ended. The labyrinth has been secured, he who wronged you has found his deserved fate, but where does it leave you?"
With a sip of wine, his dark brown eyes locked on Filippus to catch any reaction, he asked,
Prince Pilak: "Tell me, are you familiar with the idea of Ying and Yang?"
Sir Filippus was perplexed for a moment, he was well read and believed he could hold himself in intricate topics of conversion, and yet. The fluidity of the wise words that escaped the noble prince's mouth sounded so foreign for him to fully grab the concept of their meaning. And yet, he felt he meant well. For the first time in over a year, he didn't feel diminished by the mere fact of just existing. He felt like he was actually getting an answer to something he was craving and at the same time didn't know he wanted. Something that he forgot, yet had never learned in the first place.
Lord Filippus: "No Your Highness, but I'd be very grateful to know more. Please."
Hanging into every word being spoken to him. The older stallion's eyes glimmered with a little ray of hope. Was there still a chance for him after all? Had he actually lost it all?
In this grand play we call life, we, the players are given our respective roles to fulfill. But unlike actual theater, we don't stop once said roles are fulfilled, because life never stops giving us new ones to perform. We might be bit players at one point, but suddenly we become the main character. And when you least know it, you're a stagehand behind the scenes getting everything together for the next act. And you even become part of the audience at points. An ever changing, non stopping, thrilling performance.
The prince could tell he was getting something out of the old stallion, a glint in his eye that hadn't been there a moment ago. The prince took a half-eaten pie off the table and began picking at it, explaining,
Prince Pilak: "Around here you all think of things as good or evil, but in the east we see life as a series of cycles, not good or bad, simply changing to keep balance. Yin is the negative, and Yang the positive. All your life you resisted indulgence and it kept you in Yang, but one must be willing to enjoy the gifts that life gives us, and now you are in Yin as your life finds balance for abstaining too long."
The pie tin now had the swirling symbol, half the pie making up the white and the empty space making the black. The stag gestured to it as he explained,
Prince Pilak: "Yin and Yang represents everything in our lives. The cycle of day and night in harmony, the seasons, masculine and feminine. And I wonder if you are this way now to balance the curse of King Attem..."
With a gentle push the prince moved the pie in front of Filippus, encouraging him to eat, as he explained,
Prince Pilak: " You're not the same as the other victims Amelinna mentioned. Most are lost forever in the Hall of Feasting, or join that cult, or the adventurers give up and become complete gluttons. You've been depressed, but she told me you made a try to lose the weight to become useful again. But aren't you already important as a wealthy, powerful lord?"
The words hung in the air for a moment, and he finished his thought,
Prince Pilak: "You still have drive in you. Because of that I believe if King Attem was Yin, a negative force, then you Lord Filippus are his Yang; A decadent noble, but one whose wealth is shared from an open table, with a bountiful figure that reflects the prosperity of his land rather than leeching off it."
He took a sip of wine, and watched for the horse's reaction.
Having heard those words, Filippus' mind went back in time, a couple months after he had recently inherited the land from the late Lord Borzz. Right after they had experienced that drought and the terrible winter it soon followed. His first project as a lord of the land was to restore the orchards to their former splendor. He had become almost penniless after having spent most of his earnings on this project. And when spring rolled over and no blooms had sprung, the farmers felt devastated but instead of putting more stress into their lives. Filippus gathered every gold coin he had left and decided to buy food and provisions for everyone, giving almost all of his own reserves to the people. They in return decided to make a small festival in the main plaza in his honor.
While thinking that it would be wasteful to spend the food and drink on his honor. He was moved by how all the people had come together as one. He couldn't stop feeling a sense of fulfillment when despite not having accomplished his original goal, everyone was still able to smile in the end.
And a week and half earlier, the first blossoms in the orchard were seen. Every year since then, everyone goes all out in the city, cooking up a storm of their best dishes and serving tons of drinks and they share it with one another as if emulating their last meal of a certain day of spring when their lord gave them everything he had just so they could eat and be happy.
******A single tear rolled down his fat cheek as he finally felt the cloud of sadness in his heart dissipate.
Lord Filippus: "I-I'm sorry..."
He was choking up on his own words, but this time he wasn't apologizing for being less than what he thought he was, he apologized for not realizing he had never lost his value in their eyes.
Head Maid Pranny: "My lord, you should stop apologizing so much. We understand, and we will always be here for you."
Pranny said as she let the much bigger stallion's head rest on her shoulder.
Thomas: "Here My Lord, we thought that this might cheer you up a bit"
Filippus could smell his favorite potato pie a mile away before they had even brought it inside the room. The Cook, Mr. Thomas had a big bright smile as he presented it in front of him.
Thomas: "I knew you were always a good eater ever since you stepped inside the kitchen and stole those tartlets. I forgot how many times I caught you trying to get more. It made me sad that you came back and barely ate anything anymore. So please, My Lord, could you grant this old porcupine his wish of seeing you eating one of his pies the same way you did as you were in those early days?"
Lord Filippus: "I would love to savor your pie Sir Thomas.. in fact, let us all have pies."
With a stream of tears and trying not to choke up again, the warhorse finally smiled from the bottom of his heart. And at that point he suddenly remembered he was hosting a royal in his chambers, he was quick to apologize. It was never his intention to ignore the prince, and he felt he had owed this moment of clarity to him.
Lord Filippus: "Your Royal Highness, I can't express the right words to convey what I'm feeling right now. But all I can say is that I am absolutely grateful for what you did for me today. I might not be able to move the way I used to, least of all fight in a battlefield, but if there is any way in which I can repay the clarity of mind you showed me today, I humbly let you know that I'll be at your service whenever you need me."
It was a touching scene, few could help but smile as the old warhorse finally came out of his shell. There was a real community here, and it was clear how Filippus had poured much of himself to touch everyone's lives in this city. They hugged and cried and he dared not interrupt, but when he was spoken to the stag just casually waved his hand,
Prince Pilak: " Sometimes we simply need a new perspective, I'm happy I could help you in this way."
As the servants and guards took seats and the pie was passed around, the prince did have a coy smirk on his lips as he added,
Prince Pilak: " Though, I think I would like to hear more about the trouble the captain got into as a young squire, Chef..."
******On the second day; when the news of Sir Filippus' breakthrough was announced the next day thanks to the guards and servants who had divulged the word. When it reached the outside of his state, it spread like wildfire from merchants to the people passing by, and then to their neighbors.
Breggmorth had become a place where all events were celebrated, both big and small. To have regained their lord back was huge to the citizens, and as such, all of them got together into putting on an impromptu party for Sir Filippus on the main plaza, where a monument to him had been erected, honoring his achievements in life.
Back at Sir Filippus' state, The warhorse's stomach had made known its demanding presence to everyone in the room, including the prince from the foreign land; mere hours after they had had a hearty breakfast. The prince chuckled softly with amusement, as the head chef laughed and said there was plenty more in the kitchen waiting for Sir Filippus. With some cue clapping from Pranny, the servants came in with a multitude of trays with tons of different dishes.
A now beaming Sir Filippus humbly asked the deer prince if they could grace them with more histories from his kingdom and his country as the warhorse also wished to know the wise beyond his years royal. A couple more hours later, the news of the event in honor of Sir Filippus finally reached the warhorse's ears. Still feeling doubtful about seeing the citizens of Breggmorth in person for the first time, he look at everyone present in the room and muster enough courage to go outside and join them in the festivities
What Filippus didn't count on was that his tunic had reached it's limit a while ago. Having spent all morning and noon eating non stop while being enthralled by the prince's stories was the last straw as the garment ripped open in all directions the moment he bends forward trying to gain momentum to stand up. Letting everyone see the warhorse's bright coat underneath the fabric along with some of his battle scars.
Silence had filled the room as everyone present including Sir Filippus still tried to process the event; everyone except for the prince, who never lost pace, he quickly called upon his aides to fetch for something to wear for someone of Sir Filippus' worth.
A pair of tandikan came inside the room carrying various robes. Taking some quick measurements, they quickly got to work; and to the amazement of the all present, they expertly stitched together a simple yet elegant robe big enough to accommodate Sir Filippus' girth while allowing plenty of mobility and airflow. The prince was content with the results and urged Sir Filippus to go and meet his people, while reassuring him that he would be right next to him.
Many pounds earlier, he could've walked his way into the main plaza, but as he was now, a carriage was more than necessary. The horsemen were from the royal city. Big and strong, much so that they had no issue carrying Sir Filippus all the way there. Filippus had asked the prince if he wouldn't be more confident riding on a separate carriage, but he simply dismissed the notion.
Arriving at the central plaza, they were able to see all the people that had gathered there to come and see sir Filippus again. Looking through the carriage's window, Filippus saw the bronze monument in his honor, still presenting a gallant Sir Filippus marching to battle carrying both the emblems of the kingdom and the city of Breggmorth. Looking at the stern and focused gaze of the statue, Filippus felt judged by his past self, he started thinking that perhaps he wasn't ready. But with the price right in front of him, and remembering his words of wisdom. He was able to make up his mind. When the carriage door opened, the crowd became dead silent. After noticing some struggle, the horsemen, the prince's aides and even the price himself helped Sir Filippus get out of the carriage.
Sweat had embedded on his forehead from the struggle, and he was already gasping for air as he met his citizens for the first time in over a year. There were murmurs, as expected. But right about when Sir Filippus felt a pit forming in his stomach, all the citizens present, and at the same time, cheered in unison.
They all gathered around him, and fawned over him, they were glad to know he was ok. For them, his appearance didn't matter in the slightest, nor did his ability to fight. They wanted their kind and devoted ruler to be able to smile again.
When he least expected it, the food and ale started flowing aplenty. Each of the citizens wanted to feed Filippus with something they had specially cooked or baked for the occasion. And Filippus indulged them and he also indulged himself too. And soon everyone was sharing everything with each other and the celebration kicked in full throttle with music and dance.
Resting his feet a little after carrying his almost dragging belly around, he sat next to the prince who commended his grand presence for being able to touch the hearts of his people and encouraging them to be generous towards each other.
Filippus felt himself drifting off to sleep, no doubt his body was feeling all the food he had consumed all day. A couple weeks ago he would be almost on the verge of a mental breakdown from having eaten as much as he did, but now, he felt that he could keep going. There was nothing to be ashamed off, he had lived his life depriving himself of its pleasures, but that was no more. He was now going to partake in them and encourage others to do the same.
Looking at his statue's face, he didn't feel judged anymore, it felt more encouraged than anything else.
Closing his eyes, and asking the price if he didn't care for him taking a little nap. With a gentle smile, the prince said to him he would be sitting right next to him when he woke up. Feeling content. Filippus' eyes closed, as he imagined what other dishes he would be tasting once he opened them again.
******The impromptu celebration was a fun time, a casual evening to meet some of the faces of Breggmorth and see just how far Filippus' good deeds reached. At the same time he regaled the horse with stories of the Visayas; An island kingdom at the crossroads of the East, focused on the sea with a history of explorers, pirates, powerful chieftain navies and fabulous treasure fleets. He admitted that a group was traveling on behalf of the king to Attem's labyrinth, a fair portion of the greedy king's gold pilfered from his fleets. But there were also myths and legends, his personal favorite was the romantic origin of Mount Mayon and the myth of the great Bakunawa.
At the same time the citizens told stories of Filippus's exploits, whether it be in battle or more often he aided the people in the city by trade, aid, or simply rolling up his sleeves and helping with the work himself. One point during the feasting, the stag suggested,
Prince Pilak: " Perhaps you can do this again. A tourney could be fun, and you can use it to prop up would-be knights like you once were, bringing the circle back around. Perhaps you should invite Amelinna to preside over it. And we shall see if I can be in attendance too."
He said casually. The warhorse had a confused expression, and the deer perked up explaining,
Prince Pilak: "Ah, I never mentioned. I'll be visiting the kingdom more often as an emissary."
He explained succession was different in the east; The heir was selected among the sons, not simply the firstborn. Though the stag was diligent and serene and oldest of his siblings,
Prince Pilak: "I'm what they call...well here I believe it's called an invert, but either way, I'll not be having children."
He passed over the throne willingly, but he was still of the royal family, so emissary to meet and deal with their allies was a perfect position in his eyes. But either way, it meant he could drop by for plenty of visits to check on his new, corpulent friend.
******The prince had a few days to spend in Breggmorth, and they were spent with the lordly horse, the stag telling him tales of the spoils of the east, and how he would spoil Filippus with them now that he was more open to indulge himself. The horse dressed simply, but his merchants brought mountains of silk on every voyage. When talk of knights and warriors came, the stag regaled him with stories of the Sumo temple guardians, and that got a bit of a rise. His house was well built but plain, so the stag mentioned the importance of patronage to artists. But it was obvious the old horse's love was food above all other finery, so the prince tantalized him with talk of the spices and exotic fruits from his far off corner of the globe, and he swore he lost count of how many time Filippus absentmindedly started licking his lips.
It was after another large dinner that the prince joined the Count of Breggmorth to stroll through his gardens, as simple as the rest of the house but well-kept and certainly with room for more flowers if he liked. As they walked alone on their way back to their rooms, a slow stroll as the horse leaned on his cane, the stag daringly made a comment,
Prince Pilak: "You know, you're quite handsome. You're no grim-faced veteran now, but the weight makes you look very kindly."
Filippus couldn't help blushing a little at the compliment. Despite feeling more confident in his appearance, when he heard someone saying the extra weight made him look more handsome, or that he now looked like the proper lord of a prosperous city, he couldn't stop feeling a little sheepish. These past few days have been enlightening though. While reminiscing of the last couple days he had spent with the prince, he had suddenly stopped moving
Prince Pilak: "Is everything alright Sir Filippus, was it something I say?"
But as he watched the sunset rays shining on the prince and the gentle wind moving his silken robes and luscious mane, he became mesmerized by the serene aura emanating from him.
Putting his hand on his belly, not as a way to calm or cover himself but rather, as a way to showcase it. He was proud of who he was now. His knight self would've humbly accepted the earlier compliment and moved on, but that was his past, his present self now relished on the feeling of being emboldened by such praise.
Lord Filippus: "Thank you, my Prince. Had I never met someone with such a compassionate heart like yours, I don't think I could've come to love my err… bigger self the way I do now."
Closing in the distance between them, to get a closer look at the pools of gold in the prince's eyes that had been revealed by the setting sun. He couldn't help himself.
Lord Filippus: "Prince Pilak, have they ever told you you have the most beautiful eyes? The way the sun extols their beauty it's something to be admired. I know I might be overstepping my place, but let me keep on admiring them for as long as I can."
He knew that their time together would be about almost over, but he'd savor every single moment of this fleeting yet fateful meeting.
******As the sun set both literally and figuratively on his visit, the stag sat leisurely with Filippus. A tray was set out with morsels to tide over the horse's demanding stomach until dinner, and it was quite serene. When the count gave him thanks again, the stag waved it off again, simply stating,
Prince Pilak: "I'm only glad to have helped. You have endured too much in your life for the story to end so poorly."
But the horse wasn't done with his compliments, and it got the deer to blush slightly. Filippus might've been hundreds of pounds heavier, but there was still a rugged and wizened look to him that infatuated the prince. Leaning in closer, he recited part of a poem,
Prince Pilak: "Noble hearts shine through the eye. In yours I see wisdom and devotion, drive and kindness. We should admire each other as much as we desire."
There was a quiet moment, the two mere inches apart, which the prince broke to say flirtingly,
Prince Pilak: "Count Filippus, there is *one* indulgence you have not tried since I came to open your eyes again."
Filippus smiled coyly, as he turned red like the setting sun. Despite his age, this was the first time he had openly attempted to court someone, and it hadn't gone unnoticed. Filippus had managed to keep up with mighty foes in the battlefield step by step, he knew the art of war to his core, and used everything at his disposal to gracefully win his battles, and yet, facing the prince posed to be his biggest challenge yet. The royal read him like an open book, And the warhorse felt a thrill just imagining what other new things he would get to experience, which in turn reinvigorated his heart.
Lord Filippus: "Perhaps, you wouldn't mind enlightening me more on the subject, your Royal Highness…"
Another moment of silence occurred, both of their gazes intertwined as the first stars appeared to grace the celestial vault, like wishes of hope for futures ahead full of prosperity, happiness and perhaps love.
Daringly the Prince leaned forward, eyes closed and kissed the old stallion. Filippus was unused to it, but the prince's lips guided him and he had the hang of it quickly enough. It lasted for just a moment but felt like hours, and when he pulled away a light blush dusted both their cheeks. Lost in each other's gaze, the quiet moment of intimacy was interrupted by the horse's loud, demanding gut. He chuckled, put a hand against the horse's soft cheek and promised,
Prince Pilak: "Let's get you to dinner first, then we can pick up from here ~..."
******Lord Borzz gave Filippus a very brief explanation of what to do with himself if the carnal urges ever struck him. Basically do nothing and steel his resolve until they subsided on their own. A knight wasn't supposed to act like a deviant. It became the subject of relentless teasing from Sir Karver when he had to explain to Filippus what the whole "act" was about.
Given his new sizable girth, and being a complete novice to the entire prospect posed a challenge, but Sir Filippus shined the most during such moments. This time wasn't the exception. And after he received the exemplary guidance of the prince, what began like an awkward beginning, became a night full of passion.
******After Filippus's nightly feast and a night of pleasure where the stag taught him how things were done, the two slept together until dawn broke through the curtains. Naturally the fat horse took up most of the bed, his gut spilling across the plush mattress as his blubbery thighs and great rear left permanent indents. But the count was soft and warm enough and the deer made a place under his flabby arm, against soft love handles with an ample chest as a pillow. Just waking up his fingers ran circles across chestnut fur, tracing a few of the scars whose story he'd learned intimately, and he quietly asked,
Prince Pilak: "Are you awake yet?"
Once Filippus confirmed, the stag laid back against his expansive frame and spoke softly, but plainly,
Prince Pilak: "I'll be leaving soon, I hope you know this trip has been absolutely wonderful, and seeing you light up and escape your sadness was beautiful."
He leaned in to kiss those thick horse lips, and confessed,
Prince Pilak: "But I don't want you to tie yourself to me. I'm an emissary, I'll be gone most of the year, if I even make a journey that year, that is. I will carry you in my heart with me, but I hope there is someone else closer to home you love even more than me."
******Day broke on Breggmorth, and Filippus had never felt more accomplished. In just a matter of days, he had gone and indulged in so many new pleasures and emotions than what he had done in the last 44 years of his life. He felt grateful for finding such an understanding and patient lover like the prince. Wishing to stay next to him like this for a little while longer, Filippus did his best not to awake the prince, but once he felt his tender touch across his vast and soft chest. He noticed he had awoken and a beaming smile was painted on the warhorse's face.
He then noticed the pensive look on his lover's eyes and once the prince spoke what was in his mind, reality came crashing down on Sir Filippus. This ephemeral dream was about to end, and with it, new clarity concerning what Filippus' future entailed.He needed to make amends with a lot of people, princess - no Queen Amelinna and the late king were on top of the list, he hadn't paid his respects yet, and he also didn't attend the Queen's coronation. The fact that he was still a Count might've said a lot about the Queen's State of mind regarding him.
The next on his list was to find out what happened to Sir Gustaf, while he had a hand on what had happened to him. His good nature won in the end and went to look for him back at the labyrinth. Without him, he would've been lost forever under King Attem's curse.
Lastly, concerning what Prince Pilak had just mentioned, there was someone who was still lingering in his heart after all this time. Back then he couldn't put aside his duties and allow love to bloom in his heart, but something he had learned these past couple of days was that it was never too late to start anew. He just hoped that time hadn't embittered Sir Karver's heart too much.
He gave the prince a mighty hug, it wasn't a refusal to let him leave but a display of absolute gratitude as he leaned in closer and gave him a last kiss on his lips and a final one on his forehead. He couldn't stop tearing up a little, but he knew that with all that the prince had given him, he would be alright. He would be able to say goodbye with a smile and looking forward to what tomorrow would bring without any fear.
*****As soon as the first rays of sun touched the land, the prince and his people were already ready to say their goodbyes. Filippus gave him one last hug and a kiss, making more than a couple of his vassals gasp a little. The Prince likewise was reluctant to depart, returning the kiss and reveling in the great hug, and even wiping tears under the count's eyes as he said,
Prince Pilak: "No more tears, there have been enough of those. I will return, when I do I want to see smiles."
He bowed and set off with his retinue, soldiers and servants making their way to the shore. The ride seemed almost too short, and along the way he kept seeing things that reminded him of Filippus; Another night of travel, an inn offering potato pies, a big-bellied blacksmith or baker. At a point the group split up, a small group of his senior guards going off ahead to make a base of operation at the Labyrinth before the main expedition from his father arrived to go find the riches that were rightfully theirs. As he imagined the boisterous and wild veteran tiger who would soon step foot in this continent, he couldn't help but smirk; he didn't *wish* for the curse to take him, but if it did then perhaps Filippus could do with a kindred companion.
Finally they were in port and the small convoy was ready, a team of junk ships standing out among the galleons. Hardy seamen brought his things aboard, and likewise unloaded new shipments of spice, silk, and treasure. The stag took a moment to observe it all going out to sale, and promised himself when he visited these shores again Filippus would get an armada's worth of spoils.
Prince Pilak: "Let's make that sooner than later…"
******As the prince's caravan disappeared into the horizon, Filippus and the city of Breggmorth as a whole wished them safe travels.
That same morning after the prince's departure, Filippus gathered all his citizens at the main plaza to give them a grand announcement. He wanted to make his city into a place where everyone felt welcomed and safe, where the love and abundance is shared to anyone willing to receive them. A place where second chances were possible. And where freedom of spirit is valued. He would need their help though, since couldn't possibly do it alone.
Lord Filippus: "Let's broaden our views, our ideas, and expand far and wide!"
At this point, he didn't know If he was doing it on purpose or not but he kept on patting his large gut while putting emphasis on those last sentences. Having formed an appetite after his grand speech, he was delighted when he got a giant fruit basket from one of the caretakers of Breggmorth's biggest orchard. While sampling the sweet harvest of this season inside his carriage, he requested one of his servants to send a letter to the royal city requesting an audience with the Queen.
******Filippus was granted a private audience with her Majesty, but he had requested a public one instead. After her coronation Queen Amelinna had worked endlessly to get rid of the corruption inside her court, but a few vipers remained hiding behind their masks of flattery and deceit. Waiting for the chance to line up their pockets and to gain political favors and status.
Breggmorth had been the talk of many of them for the last year. Already the third largest city in the kingdom and growing at a fast phase. Talks about replacing Filippus as its lord had been an issue that the Queen couldn't postpone anymore. The vultures expected a fat, beaten-down warhorse to beg for mercy expecting his friendship with the queen would save him from getting his position taken from him. So when the throne room doors swung open and marched in came an exuberant and possibly radiant Filippus carrying his enormous body with such pride and conviction. All of them went aghast.
Bowing solemnly in front of her was her friend who she had missed this past year and a half. He was no longer broken but reborn anew. The letter the prince sent to her before his departure alluded to his metamorphosis, but the coy descriptions in the latter didn't prepare her for this. Requesting him to raise his head, she was able to look into those eyes, whose valiant gaze had been clouded with despair. But now, they shone even brighter with the fire of new found purpose. Queen Amelinna tried her best to remain dignified, as a way to show impartiality, but those closest to her couldn't help but notice the proud smile slowly forming on her face. Filippus included. She asked him what the purpose of his audience was. A big smile appeared on Filippus' face as he made his business known
******Back in a more private setting, and after Filippus paid his respects to the late king for his kindness, with only the Queen's most trusted companions, Queen Amelinna couldn't stop hugging her friend and complimenting him on his looks. While she certainly would miss his serious gallant warhorse self, his current appearance fitted that of a kind ruler.
The way he openly laughed and made small talk was a welcomed surprise, she couldn't stop gushing over it.
As they kept on talking she noticed the way he was methodically eating the small cakes to accompany his tea. The Queen had to order him a whole cake, much to her amusement.
Queen Amelinna: "You certainly aren't the same Lord Filippus I once knew, the old captain of the royal army wouldn't have time for more than just a cup of tea and least of all, a whole cake. The prince did a number on you, didn't he?"
Filippus smiled and proceeded to tell her what had transpired. She became elated once she knew, she went ahead and even asked for more candid revelations that happened between the two lovers, prompting Filippus to choke a little on his cake while his face flushed red with embarrassment. An ahem was heard at their side, coming from one of her bodyguards, a female knight in indigo armor.
Queen Amelinna: "Oh Lady Anaïs, I know you wish to know so as well, do you think I haven't noticed you slowly inching your way into our table. Grab a seat, as your queen I demand it."
It was the hind's turn to feel embarrassed as she lowered statuesque self into a seat at their table. And was promptly served a cup of tea by one of the maids. Queen Amelinna gave a satisfactory smile and moved on with the conversation.
Queen Amelinna: "So, Lord Filippus, what's next?"
Filippus had so many ideas on the top of his head, but managed to puzzle the Queen and her knight when he looked to the east and with a kind smile said.
Lord Filippus: "A flower garden…"
******Lord Filippus: "I trust you to capture my good side. I don't want to look an ounce smaller than I am."
Painter: "Y-Yes my Lord!"
The painter started sweating once he knew he would need a much bigger canvas to get all of Filippus' magnificence in one painting, but couldn’t contain his excitement for having being chosen to do Lord Filippus’ painting. Meanwhile, a dressed in finery Filippus thought it was funny how he used to think posing for a painting was a waste of time, but now, he wanted to see his larger self in all kinds of forms. Even posing for a sculpture seemed exciting to him. Although he didn't know if the sculptor would be as lenient as his painter when it came to his "morsel intervals". He was already getting hungry again, despite the fact that he just finished an entire cheese platter moments ago.
Before he finished his thought, the doors to the study opened up and in came Sir Gustaf, the much more robust rooster was trying to catch up his breath from the brisk walking. Only the words “letter”, “Karver” and “cursed” were heard under the heavy breathing. Filippus' eyes widened and he quickly dismissed his slightly disappointing painter, not before handing him a basket full of bread to take home with him along with his payment.
Opening up the letter Gustaf had in his grip moments ago, Filippus feared that something had happened to Karver. Once he read the contents inside, he was astonished. Inside, Karver detailed the destruction of King Attem's castle along with its curse. All thanks to a ferocious tiger general from the east and his troops, his name being Magtanggol.
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