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[iniquiticity]

synteis asked
Tyrant/Marquis everyday routines, and rhythms? Just the basic monotonies :)

in the morning he was dressed in gold and sat for breakfast. the marquis was usually late for breakfast, because he was no good at rising from bed; it was one of the few things about his most loyal that he disliked. occasionally he appeared in disarray, because he was in a hurry and still late, and then not only was he late but he was in a terrible state, and he would study the marquis until his man apologized and had someone bring him a jacket it did not look like he had slept in it. blood was one thing, unavoidable, some token of reward. but wearing unpressed clothing, so terribly ruffled, was not acceptable.

the marquis looked decent now.

“You will of course forgive your most humble servant,” the marquis said, and let his cupbearer taste his food, and then worked on eating it himself once he had been assured it was not going to strike him dead.

he offered his man a long, unimpressed look. the marquis knew he would be forgiven. “it would be best not to press your luck,” he said. the marquis chuckled, brat that he was.

“do not pretend you shall punish me,” the marquis teased, “or perhaps that you can punish me sufficiently that my behavior is changed. you know i would not be opposed to being flogged.”

“you are incorrigible,” he said, and the marquis laughed, bright against his black underarmor-clothes.

“i seek only to entertain my most excellent majesty,” the marquis said. he finished his breakfast and stood, walking over. the marquis drew over a bare hand over his shoulder and then up the line up his jaw, and then pulled him close for a lingering kiss. he went with the marquis, because he always did. “i shall be busy in the dungeons, if his most magnificent king of kings would not mind entertainment.”

“perhaps i shall,” he said, and finished, and stood. the marquis watched him with gleaming eyes and a smirk. “do not wait for me, though.”

the marquis pressed himself close again, and kissed him. “your most obedient servant will be hungry for your exquisite company,” he purred, “you know of my appetites, and none sates them like my most esteemed ruler.”

he pressed another kiss to those warm lips. “attend to your duties, and if you perform adequately perhaps your king will attend to you.”

“how can i not be inspired by such a reward?” the marquis said, and he sauntered off, towards the steps.