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[askjingrandet]

Whoa whoa nobody said anything about turning this into a matchmaking event!

Sure @ludivineikewolf, you and @maevesgarden can both come! More company is always great especially if it's of the female variety.

That said I guess I could keep your friend company for a bit as long as she agrees to my rules, plus I'm always interested in any hourglass out there 😉.

I think it's time for another meeting of the first princes this weekend. What do you say @asksilvioricci, @askthekeiths up for some good food and alcohol and hopefully even better women?

Just don't let it slip to a certain somebody this time, he eats way too much and scares the ladies off .

[askjingrandet]

I think it's time for another meeting of the first princes this weekend. What do you say @asksilvioricci, @askthekeiths up for some good food and alcohol and hopefully even better women?

Just don't let it slip to a certain somebody this time, he eats way too much and scares the ladies off .

[askjingrandet]

Of course I have @floydsteeth, my admin didn't spend 14 years in Catholic school for nothing! She also said unfortunately for me her high school didn't have uniforms but fortunate for her otherwise she would never hear the end of it from me.

Also @solacedeer my admin told me there's a book named that when she told me about that group of bards but she never read it. Maybe I should ask Emma about it next time I see her?

jesus being 33 is kinda sexy

[askjingrandet]

Hey @askclavislelouch I think they're starting to figure us out.

It would be so easy to fight with Jin, just flash him with your tits and he will forget what he was doing

[askjingrandet]

I have heard of a bard named Billy Joel, he has some good songs.

I've also heard of a group of bards called The Beatles so I will say right now I am not sexier than Jesus.

jesus being 33 is kinda sexy

[askjingrandet]

Great! I hope your ready for one of the best nights of your life.

Hey Emma, want to be my Valentine? I promise you'll have a great time.

awww Jin >///////<

Of course I’ll be your Valentine’s ❤️💓🩷💜🎀💖❤️💜🩷💓❤️💖💖🩷🎀💜❤️💓💜💖💜🩷💓

[askjingrandet]

Happy Valentine's Day

Hey there Everyone!

Wishing you all a happy (or lustful) Valentine's day! Whether you have a special someone or not take this day to indulge and eat lots of chocolate and drink lots of good whiskey or whatever your drink of choice is (even if it's grape juice 😉). However you're celebrating today either romantically or purely naughty I'm celebrating right there with you.

[askjingrandet]

H-hey Jin! You're a ray of sunshine glowing on the carpet, warm and inviting, and it makes me just want to bask in your presence.

I really appreciate how kind and ultimately awesome you've been here on this blog. I smile every time I see you pop up on my feed. I know I'm going to love whatever it is that you've got to say.

Uh... that's it. Just wanted to say you're very charming. Keep doing your thing.

(And you too, mod! You're awesome! Thank you!)

Hey there @rjthirsty!

I know you sent this in awhile back but I had a lot of dates and my admin was super busy herself so we're sorry it took so long for us to get back to you.

Thank you for the great big compliment, I like being thought of as the sun. I'm really happy that I can make you smile and feel all warm under the collar-

*side eyed glare from admin* Jin...

*cough*

I'll keep doing my best so that you and everyone else can keep on smiling so make sure to make the most of life that you can.

P.S. My admin says you're going through some stuff right now and I just want to say that even if it seems dark you've got the strength inside you to come out on the other side of it. Maybe not the same as you were before but you'll make it, you take care of yourself.

[askjingrandet]

Hey Jin, I’m Jessica. And I cannot stop getting lost in this blasted castle! Could you please draw me a map or something to make it easier to get around? Please?

Hey there Jessica, it's always nice to meet a pretty lady like yourself.

Sure I can try and draw a map for you, this place is pretty big and can take awhile to get used to but I'm sure you'll have a handle on it in no time. Until then though if you're ever lost don't hesitate to ask any of us for help we'll gladly show you wherever you need to go.

Well maybe not Chevalier but you aren't that likely to run into him anyway not unless you spent a lot of time in the library.

[askjingrandet]

It's interesting to see what you all think happened with my parents, nobody knows the whole truth though anymore well nobody alive anyways.

Man I didn't need to see this before work...you're right about my mom's smile though it could light up a whole room.

"The Weight of Roses"

- The King & Belle

Personal 2025 Weekly Writing Goal - Week #1

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Characters: The King & His Belle (Jin - sort of)

Genre: Angst

Word Count: ~2300

Summary:

She was his light in the shadows, the one who believed in the man he could be. But in a world ruled by duty, love is the hardest battle to win.

As the sun sets on the garden, a prince must decide—his heart or his kingdom.

SPOILER WARNING: There be spoilers ahead for some routes, at the very least Jin's. So if you have not read his route and do not want spoiler's please do not keep reading.

The prince leaned against the cool stone wall of the palace gardens, his eyes fixed on the fading horizon. The sun dipped lower, casting long shadows over the carefully tended roses, but his thoughts were far from the blooms that courtiers praised for their perfection. His mind was on her.

Coralie.

Even her name carried an air of quiet strength. It wasn’t the type of name meant to echo through the stately halls of Rhodolite—it stood apart, different but unpretentious. And yet it lingered, just like her presence. She didn’t belong in his gilded world, yet she had a way of eclipsing everything within it.

The first time he saw her was when the lead minister of the court introduced her as “Belle,” the woman who would choose the next king. “Belle” was described as a figure of extraordinary virtue and pure heart, someone with the wisdom to judge him and his brothers and the insight to select the one most capable of guiding the kingdom toward prosperity and maintaining its delicate alliances with neighboring realms. Every boy born to the royal family grew up hearing tales of “Belle”. 

And Coralie was a myth made flesh, a symbol of the kingdom’s ideals, whose choice would shape the future of the realm.

She wasn’t the most striking woman at first glance, her beauty quiet and unassuming, but there was something in her that he sensed right away—an energy, a light—words didn’t seem to come to him. When she had stood before him as he was introduced to her, she had smiled, and in that instant, he was undone.

It wasn’t the carefully practiced kind he saw in court—those smiles were polished and empty, meant to curry favor or mask disdain. No, her smile was real, an honest expression of joy that seemed to reach out and warm his soul. It was as though she carried the sun in her chest, radiating its warmth to anyone lucky enough to stand near her.

As he had offered a polite bow, Coralie tilted her head, her eyes twinkling as she looked him directly in the eye, her gaze steady, curious, and without a trace of fear. "Your Highness, I hope you're not one of those princes who only looks charming when they're trying to impress someone."

Her courage startled him. And he straightened as a surprised chuckle escaped his lips. "And if I were?"

She shrugged with a playful smirk. "Then I’d suggest we skip the formalities and you show me who you really are. I’ve already seen enough polished masks for one day. And I’m here to judge the real you, not your perfected persona.”

He should have laughed it off, dismissed her words like any other prince in his position would. But he didn’t. Instead, he sought her out again and again—conversations in the halls, stolen moments in the garden, a quiet exchange of secrets under the moonlight.

She would be making her decision soon. There was only one petal left of “Belle’s Time”. He knew it. She knew it. Their time together was almost over.

The trees rustled, and he opened his eyes once more. She hadn’t arrived at their secret part of the garden yet, but she was everywhere. In the flowers blooming along the path, in the sunlight casting shadows along the pathways, in the gentle rose-scented breeze that stirred the leaves. She had become a part of him, and he wasn’t sure he could let her go.

He loved her.

But what could he offer her? A prince’s life was not his own, bound by duty and expectation. He could already hear the protests of the ministers, the whispers of scandal if he pursued her. A prince didn’t marry for love—they married for alliances, for power.

And yet, the thought of her leaving, of never hearing her laugh again, was unbearable.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. What was it about her that pulled at him so fiercely? He couldn’t quite name it, but there was something magnetic about her simplicity, her authenticity. She was a woman who seemed to carry the world lightly, as if the burdens others groaned under were merely part of life’s dance to her. She had a way of seeing things—no, of being—that made him question everything he thought he knew. When she talked with him, his insecurities, his fears, his very sense of inadequacy seemed to lessen, dissolving like mist beneath the warmth of her voice. She didn’t just speak to him—she believed in him, in ways no one else ever had.

With her, he felt that he could be more than the man he was—a man of conviction, of strength, of purpose. She drew out pieces of him he hadn’t even known were there, glimpses of the kind of ruler he might become, not because of power or tradition, but because of the humanity she saw within him. Her love—her presence—was a force that steadied him, made him feel as though the weight of the crown could be borne, as long as she stood beside him.

But even now, the thought twisted in his chest—what would he become if he lost her? Without her, those glimpses of strength might flicker and fade, like embers left untended. The idea of a life without her wasn’t just painful; it was terrifying. Her presence filled the hollow spaces within him, spaces he hadn’t even known were there until she began to mend them.

If she ever left, if she were taken from him, it wouldn’t just break his heart—it would unmake him. The thought lingered like a shadow, whispering that his strength, his purpose, his very sense of self, might crumble in her absence. She wasn’t just someone he loved; she was the compass that pointed him toward the man and king he could be.

The sound of footsteps on the gravel path pulled him from his thoughts. He straightened, his heart quickening despite himself. A moment later, she appeared, stepping through the arch of climbing roses that framed their secret garden. Her dark burgundy hair swayed with her movements, the vibrant color catching the fading light, and for a moment, she looked almost otherworldly.

“Am I late?” she asked, her voice light, though there was a teasing note in her tone. She tilted her head, the corners of her lips curving into a faint smile that sent warmth coursing through him.

“Not at all,” he replied, his voice softer than he intended. “You’re just in time.”

She stepped closer, her hands brushing lightly over the roses before settling at her sides. When her green eyes found his, they softened, and she smiled. “You’ve been waiting for me.”

“I always am,” he said, and though his tone was light, the weight of the truth behind it hung in the air.

She reached for him then, her hand resting on his arm before sliding down to meet his. It reminded him of the first time she’d done it, back when they’d both pretended they didn’t care who might see. “You’re stronger than you think,” she said, her voice quiet but firm. “You’ll be a good king. I see it in you.”

Her words pierced him, filling him with both hope and despair. She believed in him, even when he doubted himself. She brought him strength, brought out qualities in him he never knew existed. But could he be the man she thought he could without her?

“Sometimes I wonder…” she said softly, a hint of uncertainty in her tone, as she gazed up at him, “what are you afraid of?”

Her question lingered in the air, unguarded and raw. It struck something deep within him—something he hadn’t been ready to face, much less name. He held her gaze, the weight of the moment pressing against his chest.

The shadows deepened as the sun dipped lower, and he stepped closer, his hand still holding hers. “Losing this,” he finally said, his voice low and steady. “Losing you.”

She tilted her head, her expression softening into something poignant. Her breath caught as their eyes met, the moment stretching between them like a fragile thread. “You’re stronger than you think.”  She looked down at their joined hands, her thumb grazing over his knuckles in a small, unconscious motion. “And even if you lose me…you’ll go on. You’ll become the king this kingdom needs.”

He watched her, his chest tightening with the weight of what he couldn’t say. I love you. I need you. Don’t leave.

His fingers tightened around hers, and his jaw set. “If you choose me, Coralie, we’ll find a way.”

She hesitated, her gaze dropping to their joined hands. “And if I do…” Her voice softened, carrying the weight of her doubt. “You know what they’ll do. To me. To us.”

He drew in a slow breath, his resolve steady as he tilted her chin up to meet his eyes. “I know. But none of it changes how I feel about you.”

Her lips curved into a faint, bittersweet smile. “You make it sound so simple.”

“It’s not,” he said softly. “But you’re worth it.”

Her gaze lingered on him for a long moment before she leaned in, her head resting briefly against his shoulder. It was a small, fleeting gesture, but it said everything they couldn’t.

And as the shadows deepened around them, he knew the truth. Even if he claimed her, the ministers would never allow it. They would call her unfit, a commoner with no place in the palace, and they would stop at nothing to ensure she could never become queen. They would twist the role of Belle into a scandal, discredit her, and strip away the freedom that made her who she was. She wouldn’t just face whispers in the court—she would face hatred, plots, and isolation. 

And yet, despite the odds against them, he couldn’t stop himself from wanting her. Loving her.

Surely, the garden’s light would fade before his love for her ever did. And yet, despite the impossibility, he couldn’t stop himself from wanting her. Loving her. Surely, that would have to be enough. Surely, that would have to be enough.

The king stood at the tall, arched window of his chambers, his hands clasped tightly behind his back. Below, the palace courtyard bustled with activity—soldiers, ministers, and courtiers, all playing their parts in the kingdom’s endless dance of politics and power. But his eyes were fixed on a single figure.

Coralie.

She didn’t struggle as they led her away, her dark burgundy hair loose and wild against the plain gray cloak they’d draped over her shoulders. Her steps were steady, her chin held high, even as whispers rippled through the gathered crowd. She walked with the grace of a queen, though the court had never—would never allow her to become one.

His hands trembled where they were clasped behind his back. He wanted to shout for them to stop, to demand they bring her back to him, but his voice remained locked in his throat. He had made his choice—or rather, the choice had been made for him. He was weak. He always had been. His only strength had been from her, and even that wasn’t enough for him to fight for their love.

A hand settled on his shoulder, firm and suffocating. The lead minister stood beside him, his voice calm and smooth, like poison poured into wine. “It is for the best, Your Majesty,” the man said, his words laced with hollow reassurance. “The kingdom cannot afford the instability of a commoner queen. Lady Michel will secure the alliances we need and ensure the crown’s strength. This sacrifice will not be forgotten.”

“Sacrifice,” he murmured, the word barely audible. His gaze never left Coralie as she neared the gates.

“Yes,” the minister replied with a slight incline of his head. “Sacrifice is the foundation of great leadership. The people will see this as a testament of your devotion to the kingdom.”

The king’s jaw clenched, his teeth grinding as the word echoed in his mind. Sacrifice. It was what they had demanded of him again and again—his love, his humanity, his very soul—all for the sake of the crown.

Below, Coralie paused. For a fleeting second, he thought she might look back. That her eyes might meet his one last time. But she didn’t. Her head remained high, her focus forward, as she disappeared through the iron gates and out of his life.

“You’ve made the right decision,” the minister continued, his grip tightening on the king’s shoulder. “This is what it means to be a ruler. To rise above personal desires and embrace what is necessary.”

The king’s hands curled into fists, nails digging so deeply into his palms that he felt the sting of broken skin. Personal desires? They had no idea what they’d taken from him. What they’d destroyed.

“You may leave,” he said sharply, his voice low and cold enough to slice through the minister’s empty platitudes.

The man hesitated, then withdrew his hand and bowed. “Of course, Your Majesty.”

When the door clicked shut behind him, the king exhaled slowly, his breath trembling as he let the mask slip, just for a moment. He pressed his forehead against the cool glass of the window, his eyes closing as the image of her departure burned itself into his memory.

The courtyard was empty now, but he could still see her in his mind—the tilt of her head, the set of her shoulders, the quiet defiance in every step. She had made him feel brave, strong. She had been the one person who believed in him, the one who made him feel like he could be more than a crown.

Now the garden seemed darker, colder, a reflection of the void she had left behind. He felt it growing inside him—a shadow he couldn’t shake, a bitterness that festered with every passing moment.

The ministers thought they had preserved the kingdom, but they had taken something far more precious. He had given them his heart, and in return, they had left him with a crown that felt more like a noose.

The garden’s light had faded.

And with it, the man he had been began to unravel.

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[askjingrandet]

Big bro Jin! 🥺💙

*rushes to hug him*

I missed you... Here's a lollipop 🍭🫵🏻😉 *shoves it down his throat*

*cough cough*

Well I missed you too, sorry I've been away so long there's a lot of work involved in being a Prince and a moderator too. Don't worry though sexy is back 😉

[askjingrandet]

Jin, if my new year doesn't bring me great boobs in some way shape or form, I'm blaming you personally. And it will be on you to fix it.

Hahaha, it's a deal if by the end of the year you haven't had any great boobs in your life I'll do my best to make up for it.

[askjingrandet]

Happy New Year!

Hey there everyone!

Well it's been quite the year I gotta say. A lot has happened to all of us but we made it through all of it (hopefully all in one piece) to the end! I know that some of you have been through a lot this year, whether sickness, loss of family/friends, or just plain overwhelmed but you fought on, sometimes barely but you still fought and made it.

Here's hoping that the New Year is gentler on all of us and brings us nothing but good friends, good times, good booze and great boobs 😉.

[askjingrandet]

Thanks for the tips about Nokto, Jin!

Don't worry, I'll fix him 😋 (Probably not, but whatever)

Hey there again Anon, I'm always happy to help and don't worry I'm sure if you keep at it you'll get there with him (or you'll wear him down 😆). Either way you'll have a lot of fun along the way.

[askjingrandet]

Hey there now, don't go giving Clavis any more bad cooking ideas then he already has! @askyves you better keep a close eye on the kitchen now.

Thoughts on peppermint ketchup?

Too cursed? Seen worse?

Add it to my wiener ice cream? I need to develop a poster, now thinking about it.

Peppermint ketchup? Oh, I love the idea! It’s refreshingly chaotic! Imagine it on a candy cane-crusted hot dog, or drizzled over a frosted sugar cookie burger. Better yet—peppermint ketchup glazed meatballs served on a bed of crushed candy canes. A true culinary masterpiece of madness! Shall we start taste-testing now?!

[askjingrandet]

Oh it's not trying to be sexy 😉

You are right though, more often then not my vibe covers up quite a lot for me including an evil laugh.

i like to imagine jins laugh sounds a little evil but his vibes make up for it

[askjingrandet]

Any tips on how I can be with Nokto? 😔

Hey there Anon,

First I have to ask are you sure that's what you want? I mean his reputation is even worse then mine when it comes to relationships. I could fill the palace probably twice over with the ladies he's upset and that's chosing a nice word.

If you're sure though I guess the next question is are you looking for something long term or just some fun? If you're looking just for fun shoot just go up to him and be honest I don't think I've ever heard him turn down a good time with no strings attached. If you want something long term and serious though well.... you may be disappointed.

See Nokto and I are the same that way, we're not really looking for that but for different reasons. Me, I don't think love actually makes anyone happy it's more hassle than it's worth but Nokto well I'm not sure he even believes in love. I catch glimpses every once and a while that make me think somewhere deep down he does but you'll have to dig pretty deep to find it.

Best I would say is get to know him first non-romantically while trying to make him uncover if he does or doesn't believe in love. He's naturally a deep thinker so as long as you can lead him there he'll think on it willingly, just don't be too upfront about it because he'll just say what he always does. If you want some better tips maybe ask Sariel, despite us being a lot a like Nokto and I have never been super close but he's always been close to Sariel.

He likes strong women too, not in the I can lift 200lbs kind of way though if you can that's great. More he likes women that can keep up with him and even offer him a challenge sometimes while still having times where they need him to take care of them. Brush up on your diplomacy and chess skills, and on your innuendo skills too. Have fun and I wish you luck, you're going to need it to catch that fox.