[ Credence now occupies the second highest position in the kingdom, one is coveted by many far and wide -- but he still has much to learn about the citizens who are now Credence's subjects, his people; how Graves works for them as much as he presides over their lives, earning their respect, their trust and loyalty with sound decisions and careful thought.
Graves may rule his kingdom with an iron fist, authoritarian and brooking no fools, but he is just and fair to the best of his abilities, most of his waking hours devoted to the good of his people. His new husband is here to learn, to understand, and Graves gently explains what he can to him in between the many who seek an audience with him. Credence, he's learned, is surprising insightful from time to time, and he is heartened that his new spouse is no imbecile.
He doesn't deny, however, that he's in a relatively good mood today -- most of which owed to Credence, the pleasures he's afforded him with his body, tight and willing and eager, and the mess they've made together in their bed. It's filthy and delightful all at the very same time, but work is work and while Graves allows himself the occasional distraction, he is a king before he is a husband, and he does what is due before finally, they are left to their own devices. He had been just a touch smug when he witnessed Credence's blush at the gift of the pillow, another reminder of how thoroughly Graves had fucked him last night, taking his virginity for himself and showing just how good he can make him feel.
Graves looks forward to doing it again.
However, even while the last seeker is gone, his day is far from over -- there are documents he has to peruse, minutes to review and policies to be scrutinized. But then there's the matter of Credence, who has obediently sat beside him the entire day, quiet and attentive and spoken only when asked -- and it looks like he's just about run out of patience for it. The gentle, discreet movement captures Graves' attention, and he looks up, his expression mild. His hand comes to rest over his, curling over Credence's fingers. ]
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Graves may rule his kingdom with an iron fist, authoritarian and brooking no fools, but he is just and fair to the best of his abilities, most of his waking hours devoted to the good of his people. His new husband is here to learn, to understand, and Graves gently explains what he can to him in between the many who seek an audience with him. Credence, he's learned, is surprising insightful from time to time, and he is heartened that his new spouse is no imbecile.
He doesn't deny, however, that he's in a relatively good mood today -- most of which owed to Credence, the pleasures he's afforded him with his body, tight and willing and eager, and the mess they've made together in their bed. It's filthy and delightful all at the very same time, but work is work and while Graves allows himself the occasional distraction, he is a king before he is a husband, and he does what is due before finally, they are left to their own devices. He had been just a touch smug when he witnessed Credence's blush at the gift of the pillow, another reminder of how thoroughly Graves had fucked him last night, taking his virginity for himself and showing just how good he can make him feel.
Graves looks forward to doing it again.
However, even while the last seeker is gone, his day is far from over -- there are documents he has to peruse, minutes to review and policies to be scrutinized. But then there's the matter of Credence, who has obediently sat beside him the entire day, quiet and attentive and spoken only when asked -- and it looks like he's just about run out of patience for it. The gentle, discreet movement captures Graves' attention, and he looks up, his expression mild. His hand comes to rest over his, curling over Credence's fingers. ]
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