he smiled darkly. "i am certain by the look on your face you have some idea what they are used for? you are expected to use the biggest one in one week's time, i hope you can understand why a whore simply will not do"

He'd come close to trying to negotiate the amount of time he could have, but he bit his tongue and considered the allowance of an entire week as generous. Nodding towards the Prince at his words, the marquess straightened himself from the edge of the bed, having decided he'd seen enough of its contents for the moment being. "Of course my lord, anyone aside from yourself and I would only cause problems."

nodding in agreement he pushed the box towards the boy. "but first... pleasure yourself for me. i want to see your sin with my own two eyes, after you do you may go back to your rooms"

His eyes looked at the box as it was slid closer before he turned them up to the Prince. He'd expected some form of joking, or anything to let him know the man was not serious, but as he saw nothing except earnest intention he was left with a flushed look. Taking the edge of the skirt in hand, the marquess lifted it high enough to reveal everything beneath his waist to the other. Shifting uncomfortably under the Prince's gaze he was quick to take it in hand in an effort to shorten the encounter as best he could, though he knew it wouldn't help all that much. Every moment felt like ten beneath the intense gaze, and by the end he felt as though he'd been judged like horses at show. Breathing deeply to regain his composure, the boy lifted his face to look at the other who seemed nothing more or less than normal. Feeling as though the man was not pleased with his actions he allowed for the skirt to fall as he gathered his box, and upon the Prince's instruction he exited the room with little pride in his pocket

he found his wife's display both disgusting and erotic and stared at the door long after the other had closed it and went away. he did not sleep easily that night

By the time mass had finished the following morning he felt guilty. The monk leading had chosen a passage from the Book that highlighted the importance to stay faithful to one's spouse and to God, never wavering from the path He'd chosen for each person to lead. Having been dismissed with the rest of the congregation, he was slow in leaving his seat and leaving the monks to clean the church and complete their morning prayers

when the other was reluctant to leave he found himself nervous, if his wife told it would be hell on earth for everyone involved and taking no chances of that he pulled the lad away from the smoke of the candles

He was shocked. The Prince had said nothing to him since the previous evening, and was quick to get him from the church. Digging through his mind he couldn't think of anything he'd done wrong, nothing that could have offended the man. His internal questions were answered as he was promptly pulled off to their corridor. "What were you going to do in there?" Looking dumbfounded for a moment, he stared at the Prince in his confusion before he shook his head. "I was going to say extra prayers for the both of us. We are breaking God's rules and I think we ought to repent."

sighing in relief he let his shoulders drop. "god's rules are less dangerous than the monks'." pausing he let his mouth turn up. "to be certain wife there is no repentance for you but i have only committed the crime of silence"

"Which is probably one of the worst sins one can commit!" He could feel himself growing more angry with the other, but as the Prince reminded him of last night and instead told him that it was one of the worst things one could do. His anger was quick to deflate into guilt, and his face bloomed red in a mix of embarrassment and disgrace. Saying nothing more he turned and fled from the Prince

he did not run though he followed the boy all the same. the other was almost certainly heading for the gardens with the chapel no longer being available and his rooms in the other direction. he did not stop when he overthrew the others of the house and drew stares

Thoughts had barely had enough time to be gathered before they were broken by the sight of the slowly approaching Prince. Lifting a hand to rub at tired eyes threatening to spill over from pure shame, he said nothing to the other, and instead hung his head

he was halted only when he stepped through the door and on the other side found his wife looking shamed and scandalized as he had last night after....after that. he had to find his feet again before he could make it to the lad. "god will never forgive you for your trespasses but i may still yet learn to love you wife and so you may at least have that to comfort yourself with"

A sharp hand rose from the stone in a dismissing gesture before falling into the lap, defeated as much as he appeared. "Love isn't real among people, minstrels only sing of it to lure in crowds and coin. The only person who can love is our Lord, and I have turned astray from him by my actions."

his eye followed the hand and his feet found him kneeling before his 'wife'. "if i were the first son not the second i would say you are granted amnesty or if your crimes were nameable pay the church to have the stain washed but neither can be done for you....i think you must learn to accept that you will be damned to hell and so free to live in your debauchery"

While the other had entered his sights as he knelt down, he was quick to look away as the words of hell and debauchery were spoken. "I do not want to go to Hell I don't want to live in sin with the potential of going to Heaven no longer available to me," he cried softly to the Prince, water already beginning to gathering in his eyes. "I want to live by his rules and go to heaven with the rest of the pure people."

the tears unnerved him and turning his face downwards to kiss a velveted thigh. "if, if i said," he paused for another kiss, "i would be willing to not repent for this sin and go to hell as well....would you stop crying?"

Tears were wiped away roughly, each salty droplet falling down to his skirt where it turned the already dark green darker yet. Turning back to look at the Prince, who still occupied himself with the velvety smooth fabric of his dress, the boy was left with the thought of the offer as genuine. Offering a gentle nod and a snuffled affirmation he wiped at his eyes again

the sounds of tears stopped though he was too lost to think about it until he touched one near to the other's thigh. "...i must wait a week to find out if you are worth hell my witchy little wife, why do i find myself eager more so than reluctant?" shifting from his knees he melted against ainsley so that only cloth separated them and put his face back to the velvet

He did his best to shrug at his husband’s question, to him it was not entirely clear either. “What one cannot have...often seems irresistible,” the boy muttered softly as he watched the Prince press closer, the lips continuing to brush against the fabric of his skirt in such a way it felt surprisingly calming. “Such is heaven, we cannot achieve it here on land and it seems so wonderful and desirable.”

he all but sighed at the words. "so untrue, if i wanted i could take now and noone would say a thing, your skirts hide your nature and my name hides the crime. they would watch from the eaves and shadows and say nothing as the son of the king, the duke takes his wife and fulfills his duty of making more sons"

Eyes stared down at the Prince where he still remained hunched over his thighs. While the words seemed so untrue, so unrealistic, he had no doubt in his mind that his husband could and would take advantage of such a situation had the possibility arisen. "It could confirm suspicions if you did though," he countered with only half of his own assurance, "there wouldn't be blood on the sheets, nor any out here. They would call me unpure."

"all they know is i have a wife who cannot perform her duties, what would they think but i grew impaitent with her and made myself fit? there is little doubt in the minds of those who know that my wife is still pure, i have ears enough to hear that much"

Sadly the words were true, and though he found it a valid argument at first he could see his flaws easily, as though a light had been shined onto them while they laid in the dark. Finding himself nodding despite it all, though he felt nothing more to say for their argument, and instead laid a hand against the Prince's cheek and turned the face out of his lap to look towards him instead. "Well perhaps we can keep them wondering and wait patiently for the next span? Even then their rumors may not be confirmed or denied, everything could be our secret."

snorting a laugh he pulled free of the soft hand and stood from the boy. "you seek to convince me of making a decision that has already been made, don't be such a fool wife." brushing away the dirt he turned to leave. "do not think though that you are excused from my chambers tonight"

Had he only been so lucky as to have the evening for himself. Snorting softly to himself in an act of unladylike manner he adjusted the box in his hands as he traveled through the corridors towards his husband's chambers. While the morning had seemed eventful in and of itself, the thoughts had left him thinking about the Prince's power and what he could do, and it frightened him. Though the question truly at the front of his mind was why his husband wished for him to return that evening. He'd given him what he wanted the night prior, and he was still required to prepare for the following week. Pursing his lips, he rapped his knuckles on the door before slipping inside before so much as a confirmation was given.

he called for the other to come in but made it clear he was busy though he had not been reading for the last several minutes waiting. "hello wife. you have been practicing correct?" when he got a sick flush and a nod he grinned. "you will show me, but first, as you did last night. i cannot have anything but your sin and shame but i can be content with that for now"

He all but shuddered at the grin that spread itself across the Prince's face. Anyone being amused by something so terrible sickened him, but unfortunately he had nothing to do except do as he was told. Setting the box aside on it's pillow, he was slower to do as the Prince wished for him to do. Unsure if it was a conscious effort to draw out the evening and perhaps omit the Prince watching him practice, or if it was one of subconscious afraid due to the audience he had watching with more to expect than the night prior. Still, it did not take as long as he'd hoped, and in the end he was left panting softly as he stood at the side of the bed, waiting for further instruction

he licked his lips as the other dropped his dress and chemise hiding his recent display with only a hand and a splatter across the floor left to show for it. "...your perversions are beautiful wife, now the the box, open it and sit upon the smallest one"

Watching the other's tongue flick out to wet his lips he found himself echoing the action before his attention was brought to the box. A silky hand stretched out to pull the brown lid of the box away before took a hold of the smallest rod inside. To him it was already an enemy despite being the smallest, and he found himself deciding it wouldn't be the worst of his problems in less than a span. Carefully and deliberately the boy slid the box to the side, carefully climbing beside the other though refrained from touching him in any way. As he rose, his skirt inched higher as he tugged at the velvety material until only the tips of his toes showed out from beneath the dark skirt of his dress. Sending a nervous glance to the side to get a view of the Prince, he found himself unable to stare for long with the look plastered onto the man's face and instead took to the dowel.

he had seen the trick before a few times and each of the whores that had done it looked as if they were seeing divine rapture or else as if they had a particularly fine secret that he was not privy too the lad however looked as if he was being skewered through by iron and it was not beautiful. he looked away until a soft sound let him know the deed was done, looking back to the pale face he found it strained and curling his lip frowned. "you have done it wrong wife, leave me now. i do not want to see your face any longer."

Worry filled his thoughts in the morning, the previous night leaving him less than pleased with what he’d show the Prince. It wasn’t strength or the ability to endure, but instead it was a sign of weakness, something he never wanted the Prince to see. It was quick that he made the decision to keep himself from falling ill to the ways of his weakness, and instead made the decision to make himself stronger for not only his own benefit, but for his family’s sake as well. Keeping a slow pace as he emerged from his chambers for the morning prayer, the boy left for mass plenty early to assure himself that he would be the first to arrive

by morning the memory of the night before had lost it's edge and sleep had dulled his own offense so that only an unpleasant thought was left and that was easily ignored. stepping towards his wife's chambers he found the other had already left. he went to the church with angry thoughts on his mind

The extra time in the chapel was spent paying silent respects to his Lord, his hands moving smoothly across the polished stones he held in hand, aiding him to keep track of each prayer he was to speak softly under his breath. He'd only made it to his third large bead, the prayer of their Father still needing to be said when his husband's presence beside him stole his attention. Feeling the Prince lean in close, he could feel his warmth and knew simply by his actions that he was angry, and his words did nothing but confirm it. "Why did you not wait wife?" Though the words were softly hissed into his ear, he remained on his knees at the head of the pew, flipping the smooth stone between his fingers as he contemplated his response. "I did not wish to dally in my rooms when I could have been saying my prayers. I might be going to hell but it does not mean I won't say my prayers."

it was a sham he could tell but there was nothing to be done about it, if he said he did it for god only one of god's men could contest it. with a low growl he followed his wife to his knees though his prayers were not said with reverence

He had expected for his poor feelings to be assuaged by the end of the mass, the words the monk spoke of telling everyone that both God and his beloved son would forgive anyone who repent. Yet, as the holy book was closed and everyone was asked to stand in one final prayer he could still feel as though his husband was still angry for his having left early, and as soon as they were dismissed he took action to leave quickly.

the boy's constant fleeing was no longer a desirable part of this tiresome game and so when the other tried to leave he halted the lad with a firm grip on his arm. "no. today you will walk"

He made no sound or struggle as the hand tightened itself around his arm. He knew he was wrong in attempting to flee, and the grip on his arm reminded him of his mistake. Eyes remained glued to the floor as he was led out of the chapel and through winding paths until he found in a place he could only assume was their garden by the scent of the flowers he loved so much. Only when they came to a halt did he dare raise his gaze to the Prince and offer his voice. "I'm sorry, my lord."

the words were unwelcome after the silence of their meandering and he almost thought to ignore the but for the issue of his wife's lack of fealty. "you are still expected to come to my chambers tonight, you will leave the box in your own....why do you find me so offensive wife?

The words were caught in his throat for a short moment, the sincere words that pressed him leaving him struck without words. "You are a unique thing I have not encountered before and it is intimidating," He started slowly before he found his gaze falling to the side. "I do not find you offensive."