A Knight and his King
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+G to L › Le Chevalier D Eon
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
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2,283
Reviews:
2
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Le Chevalier D Eon, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
“Your Majesty, I apologize for questioning you.” Backlit by the morning light, a dim halo glowed around d’Eon. The loveliest youth in France with long golden hair, skin white as snow, eyes greener than emeralds, a sweet round face, slender delicate frame, and musical baritone voice made even the men swoon at his sight. “I suppose the Bastille is only fitting,” he whispered, recalling Durand’s prior warning.
A low chuckle, soft and deep escaped the king. “I’m not my predecessor who lies underground.” Louis XV referred to the previous monarch, Louis XIV, the Sun King otherwise known for his militarism.
Extending a pale hand, he gestured at d’Eon to rise.
Feeling his throat tighten, d’Eon slowly rose, again clutching Lia’s cross over his racing heart.
Quiet, but attentively Louis noticed his pained expression. “You still grief your sister’s, loss, do you not?” On his feet, the king gracefully strode over to d’Eon by the window.
“Yes, Sir…I do.” Sniffling, d’Eon shut his eyes, fighting back the tears. He never grieved openly since the church refused to bury Lia’s mercury preserved body.
“I was an infant when my mother suddenly died.” Speaking solemnly, the king stopped beside d’Eon, towering slightly in height as well as stature. “At age five, my remaining family passed too.”
Hearing his compassionate tone, d’Eon glanced up, lost in the king’s sentimental gaze.
Silvery strands of hair parted back in front and slightly down the middle framed his face, chiseled yet gentle in demeanor. His brows twisted up and mouth fell slightly open at d’Eon, who bit his lower lip down in frustration.
Desperate with anguish, d’Eon finally cried burying his face in the king’s strong chest.
“Lia served me faithfully as you do now,” Louis replied wearily, letting his chin sink on d’Eon’s narrow shoulder.
I’m not worthy of such praise, Your Majesty, the young knight would say if not mourning from Lia’s death.
Beautiful and sad, like France herself is now, Louis reflected poetically, cupping d’Eon’s cheeks.
“Your…Majesty?” Blinking, a tear streamed down d’Eon’s smooth white face.
Watching it roll on his hand, the king studied how it glistened like a diamond in the sun. Multiple points of light played in its depths, drawing him further in to d’Eon’s lovely features. His heart beat fast in his chest against all outer composure.
This feeling, he thought, slightly blushing.
Tilting back d’Eon jaw, Louis inclined forward, gracing his knight with a kiss. Lost between dream and reality, d’Eon’s lids fluttered shut. Lips pursed, quivering, he felt his entire being melt. Even Lia’s soul inside him seemed to calm feeling the king’s deep love.
Silent in the moment, d’Eon still trembled, his heart soothing over. “I…I…” His choked baritone trailed off.
“Sir d’Eon, you will always be my knight,” he whispered in d’Eon’s ear, his cheek flushed next to d’Eons.
That rich bass voice flowing in began to wash out d’Eon’s sorrows. “Yes, my liege.” As d’Eon said that, a faint smile rose on his lips.
TBC
“Your Majesty, I apologize for questioning you.” Backlit by the morning light, a dim halo glowed around d’Eon. The loveliest youth in France with long golden hair, skin white as snow, eyes greener than emeralds, a sweet round face, slender delicate frame, and musical baritone voice made even the men swoon at his sight. “I suppose the Bastille is only fitting,” he whispered, recalling Durand’s prior warning.
A low chuckle, soft and deep escaped the king. “I’m not my predecessor who lies underground.” Louis XV referred to the previous monarch, Louis XIV, the Sun King otherwise known for his militarism.
Extending a pale hand, he gestured at d’Eon to rise.
Feeling his throat tighten, d’Eon slowly rose, again clutching Lia’s cross over his racing heart.
Quiet, but attentively Louis noticed his pained expression. “You still grief your sister’s, loss, do you not?” On his feet, the king gracefully strode over to d’Eon by the window.
“Yes, Sir…I do.” Sniffling, d’Eon shut his eyes, fighting back the tears. He never grieved openly since the church refused to bury Lia’s mercury preserved body.
“I was an infant when my mother suddenly died.” Speaking solemnly, the king stopped beside d’Eon, towering slightly in height as well as stature. “At age five, my remaining family passed too.”
Hearing his compassionate tone, d’Eon glanced up, lost in the king’s sentimental gaze.
Silvery strands of hair parted back in front and slightly down the middle framed his face, chiseled yet gentle in demeanor. His brows twisted up and mouth fell slightly open at d’Eon, who bit his lower lip down in frustration.
Desperate with anguish, d’Eon finally cried burying his face in the king’s strong chest.
“Lia served me faithfully as you do now,” Louis replied wearily, letting his chin sink on d’Eon’s narrow shoulder.
I’m not worthy of such praise, Your Majesty, the young knight would say if not mourning from Lia’s death.
Beautiful and sad, like France herself is now, Louis reflected poetically, cupping d’Eon’s cheeks.
“Your…Majesty?” Blinking, a tear streamed down d’Eon’s smooth white face.
Watching it roll on his hand, the king studied how it glistened like a diamond in the sun. Multiple points of light played in its depths, drawing him further in to d’Eon’s lovely features. His heart beat fast in his chest against all outer composure.
This feeling, he thought, slightly blushing.
Tilting back d’Eon jaw, Louis inclined forward, gracing his knight with a kiss. Lost between dream and reality, d’Eon’s lids fluttered shut. Lips pursed, quivering, he felt his entire being melt. Even Lia’s soul inside him seemed to calm feeling the king’s deep love.
Silent in the moment, d’Eon still trembled, his heart soothing over. “I…I…” His choked baritone trailed off.
“Sir d’Eon, you will always be my knight,” he whispered in d’Eon’s ear, his cheek flushed next to d’Eons.
That rich bass voice flowing in began to wash out d’Eon’s sorrows. “Yes, my liege.” As d’Eon said that, a faint smile rose on his lips.
TBC