#50th birthday jewel

[lewmagoo]

Celebrating Older!Bob's 50th birthday, and you ABSOLUTELY slut it tf up for him 👅👅

“happy birthday, mr. floyd.” your soft voice alerted bob to your presence. he lifted his head, only to find you standing in the doorway of his home office. you were dressed in a silk robe. deep blue, his favorite color, with feathers lining the cuffs. he could tell you weren’t wearing anything beneath it, from the way your nipples were peaked beneath the smooth fabric. he leaned back in his chair, mouth turning up into a curious smile. “why, look at you. dressed up so pretty for me,” he mused. it was sunset, and the final rays of sun were glimmering through the window, their light catching on the silver of his hair. god, he was regal. even dressed down in a pair of slacks and a cable knit sweater.

"wanted to give you one last gift," you replied, pushing off the doorway and sauntering toward him. eyes remaining on your approaching figure, he pushed his chair back from the desk, giving you space for whatever you were about to do. you perched on the edge of the desk, situated directly in front of him. "oh really? and what is this gift, exactly?" he asked with a twinkle in his eyes. he didn't miss your mischievous smile. "i have something to show you." you rose to your feet again, stepping forward and reaching for his hands, beckoning him to untie your robe. he did so, skilled fingers easing the tie open with ease.

then you stepped back and let the silk fall to the floor in a soft heap. bob watched you through hooded eyes, biting his lip in anticipation. you turned, sliding open the top drawer of his desk and retrieving a velvet pouch. he'd never seen it before. sneaky. you untied the pouch, and then reached for his hand. you turned the pouch over, and into his palm fell a small bottle. he turned it over, reading the label, and his eyes widened. "what..." but before he could finish his question, you turned, slowly bending forward over the desk. that was when he saw it. a glimmer of blue in the waning sunlight. a jeweled plug.

you couldn't help but smile at his low groan. "honey, you're serious?" he asked incredulously. you looked at him over your shoulder, a knowing smile on your face. "i've been working on getting ready to take you. got a dildo that's close to your size. i practiced riding it whenever you were at work. been wearing plugs a lot too. i think i'm finally ready for your cock, daddy." bob was certain he'd spontaneously combust right then and there. he rose from his chair, stepping toward you, large hand coming up to part the skin of your bottom so he could admire the plug fully. "look at you. spent all this time working so hard so you'd be ready to take daddy. i'm so proud of you, angel," he praised, leaning down to kiss between your shoulder blades. "you have no idea how happy this makes me."

you smiled again. "i think i have a small idea," you said. then, you pushed your ass back against him. "i'm all yours, sir. fuck me however you like." you felt his fingers prodding at the glimmering plug. "oh, i will, darling. i will. just want to savor this for a few more moments. your sweet little ass looks so pretty with a plug inside it."

[warwickroyals]

Sunderland's Royal Jewel Vault (37/∞) ♛

↬ The Alexandria Tiara

In 1891 Queen Alexandra of Sunderland celebrated her 50th birthday. The week-long celebrations drew spectators from across the country. Among Alexandra’s hoard of priceless birthday gifts was a glittering tiara, packed with diamonds, featuring fleurs de lys, trefoil and scroll motifs, dispensed between twenty pear-shaped diamonds. The tiara was given to the Queen “as a token of gratitude” by the provincial government of Alexandria, Sunderland’s most south-west province. The province, named after the queen herself, had just been granted provincial status the previous year. The tiara became a favourite of Alexandra, who wore it during both the Golden and Diamond Jubilee celebrations of her husband and the enthronement of her son, King Nicholas in 1921. In the following decades, the tiara was also worn by Anne, at the time Princess of Danforth. When Anne became queen in 1930, she removed the tiara’s base making the piece more in line with the fashionable bandeau style of the time (it was later reattached in the 1980s). Anne held onto the tiara until 1968, when she gifted it to her new granddaughter-in-law, Irene. The Alexandria tiara became a central part of Irene’s wardrobe, staring in many portraits of her as both Princess of Danforth and later Queen. While the tiara had once belonged to three previous queens, and will likely be worn by future Queen consorts, it became quintessential to Irene’s image. Creation: Early 1891 by court jeweller Albemarle Provenance: 1) Queen Alexandra of Sunderland 2) Queen Matilda Mary of Sunderland 3) Queen Anne of Sunderland 4) Queen Irene of Sunderland Commissioned/Purchased by: The provincial government of Alexandria Status: Currently worn by Queen Irene of Sunderland

[tiaramania]

Coronation Jewels

Even though there were no tiaras for the coronation of King Charles III, there were still plenty of stunning jewels on display. Here are my favorite jewelry looks.

Queen Camilla of the United Kingdom

Queen Camilla wore an altered version of Queen Mary's Crown with Queen Victoria's Coronation Necklace. I can't quite tell which earrings she's wearing but they are not Queen Victoria's Coronation Earrings. Overall she didn't wear as much jewelry as I was hoping for but she looked wonderful so it was probably the right choice.

Queen Suthida of Thailand

Queen Suthida wore Queen Sirikit's Sapphire Suite that contains beautiful and absolutely massive sapphires. She also wore the Nine Gems Belt which is meant to bring good luck to the wearer.

Queen 'Masenate of Lesotho

I wish we had a better look at Queen 'Masenate's necklace with mysterious blue gemstones. It's stunning and seems familiar but I can't place it.

Queen Sibonelo LaMbikiza of Eswatini

I also want a better look at Queen Sibonelo's big diamond necklace. It looks like there are a row of rubies along the outer edge. Update: I found a better picture!

Queen Azizah of Malaysia

Queen Azizah looked lovely with her diamond fringe necklace and multiple brooches.

Queen Máxima of the Netherlands

Queen Máxima took the no tiaras dress code personally and wore the biggest diamonds she could. Her earrings are made from the large diamonds of the Stuart Tiara and she wore another big diamond on her belt from a stomacher that belonged to Queen Emma.

Princess Eugenie of York

Princess Eugenie debuted the Albemarle High Jewellery Diamond Collar Necklace and Earrings by Garrard. I would not be surprised if they were a loan because together they cost $162,000.

Queen Letizia of Spain

Queen Letizia also wore big diamonds with the Queen Ena's Diamond Earrings from the Joyas de Pasar.

Crown Princess Mary of Denmark

Crown Princess Mary debuted slightly simplified forms of the turquoise jewels given to her by Queen Margrethe last year for her 50th birthday. The jewels are Danish royal heirlooms and even if they weren't already adaptable I'm sure they can still be worn in their previous forms and knowing Mary maybe even a few more.

What were your favorite jewels worn at the coronation?

[drarreckyninja]

drarreckyninja’s top 50 ships of Nov 2022 [42. Heisenbitch]

Walter White x Jesse Pinkman [Breaking Bad]

EAD: Walt's official birthdate is September 7, 1958, and Jesse's birthdate is established as September 24, 1984. The pilot episode marks Walt's 50th birthday, so a month later, he'll still be 50, and Jesse will have turned 24. There's a 26-year difference.

Incorrect Quote:

Jesse: There is no future. There is no past. Don't you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every fact.

Walt: ... All I asked was if you wanted to cut your birthday cake first.

Subship(s): N/A

Notes: I love the sarcasm and the somehow fluffy darkness that mostly just happens when it's between them. The actors are great, so the characters have amazing chemistry.

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Eye of Adar- Part 1

*warning 18+, sexual content, lgbtq characters, more in tags **art not mine

Summary: Prince Olyvar decides to celebrate his birthday outside the castle and invites his favorite knight to join him. When the two get carried away a new relationship begins to form.

I recommend listening to Troye Sivan Bite and Joji Sanctuary to get the vibe. You can listen to both of them on my playlist

I could hear voices, all speaking at once in the Grand Hall. The corridor connecting the large meeting area and the chambers only tuning those voices to a higher volume once they reached my ears. Unbearable.

As we reached the end of the corridor one deep and resonating voice rose above the others calling them all into a silence. “Eliam Giri Olyvar of House Deumontèmeir second of his name and oldest heir to the House of Deumontèmeir”.

I had trained my face to be absolutely placid, otherwise my eye would have twitched at each additional syllable of my traditional name.

As I stepped forward and gazed out over the balcony, everyone in the crowded room raised a toast to me and cheered. My eyes darted from face to face ignoring all the eager eyes in search for something else. Finally my sight stopped instead of on a face, a head, towards the back of the Grand Hall.

Lord Alessi Harcourt seemed to be enjoying his time entertaining a member of the staff service rather than paying attention to the reason for this party.

My announcer raised his glass after a moment of silence while everyone waited for me to make a toast that I was too annoyed to make. “May the years after this 50th be filled with coin, beast slaying, and beautiful women!” He gave a half-assed and totally off-character toast in my place, but it at least managed to finally get Lord Harcourt’s attention when the crowd began to cheer again.

He and I shared a brief moment of eye contact before he abandoned his momentary fun and began to snake his way through the back of the crowd toward the stairwell. I walked away from the balcony mid-toast. What else were we supposed to say after 50 birthdays anyways, don’t these people ever get tired of toasts? I thought to myself as I hastily flew down the stairs. Almost making it down to the last step before my overcoat caught wind and glided off my shoulders.

Standing at the bottom of the stairwell was a gallery of women waiting to meet me. The lady to my right, more than likely a princess by the display of family jewels only brought out for events such as this, gracefully curtsied and in one motion retrieved my overcoat.

Embarrassed that a princess would lower herself to pick up something after me, I tried to tell her to let me retrieve it myself before I saw another hand swiftly grab the coat from both of us and fling it back over my shoulders before carrying me off.

“Don’t worry Your Highness my savior whispered into my ear with a smirk in his tone. “I’ve kept you a spot over here”. Lord Harcourt led me through the center of the crowd this time, and back over to the table he was sitting at, the service maid now absent.

“His Excellency, Aldren Eliam Giri of House Deumontèmeir, keeper and protector of the Southern Realm” the announcement following did a service to take attention away from me as the Lord and I took our seats.

I heard my father speaking to his people but we kept our backs turned away from him as we both engaged each other instead.

The night went on as our courses continued to come out one after another.

“To your 50th” Lord Harcourt raised his cup after the sneaky servant girl from earlier rounded back on us and filled it to the brim with dark burgundy wine.

“Don’t even begin with me” I ignored his toast like I’d ignored most conversations with anyone else tonight. My father and all the princesses he invited to my birthday staring at me from across the vast overflowing table. “How many birthdays have you celebrated again?”

I tried to turn the conversation back off of me as I took another gulp, beginning to feel light headed and flirty, but not for the right reasons.

“Guess” he teased as he propped his elbow up on the table and leaned his head over into his palm, a few of his golden curls slid across his brow. He was cute.

“107” I pretended not to know after giving it a bit of thought.

“Close” he sighed and lifted his head back up, turning to pick a few more bites off his plate “109”.

An awkwardness seemed to fall between us as he continued to pick at the bits of food left on his plate. Neither of us had taken a bite in a while but we also were not ready to leave our place next to each other at the table.

“Do you,” my voice started to break a bit and I was not sure he heard me as he continued to look down. I cleared my throat just slightly and spoke up, “Do you perhaps want to sneak away with me?”

His eyes lit back up and he leaned forward into my space, “You mean ditch your own birthday party? But you haven’t entertained your guests long enough”. He raised a brow and nodded over to the many girls poised delicately down the table, all with their eyes on those who had finished eating and were dancing, eager for someone to ask their hand for a turn.

“I have plans elsewhere. I’m going whether you want to come or not” I scoffed at the idea of getting one of those girls hopes up just to have to crush their heart later when I told them I was absolutely uninterested.

“Well if you put it that way then I suppose I must escort you” he stood up and straightened out his waistcoat, which I had just noticed looked much more tasteful than his usual glarb, before offering his hand for mine.

I glanced over at my father who was currently preoccupied, then took his hand and we quickly slipped past a few dancing pairs and down the hall.

“This way” I grabbed his hand again and pulled him in the direction I knew to go. With all my time watching him on duty I knew the schedules pretty well, and which corridor would be free to pass through when.

We made it out into a small courtyard that wasn’t too far from my bedroom balcony. The courtyard was surrounded by hedges that closely hugged a towering wall.

“How exactly do you expect to get out from here?” He questioned as if he already knew it would be impossible. Little did he know I had my ways of escaping on my own for some time now.

I brought him toward the back of the courtyard where there was a break in the hedges just large enough for a body to slip between them and the wall. The two of us squeezed through, it was rather uncomfortable with two bodies trying to maneuver back here than just myself. Just a few steps in revealed a foot sized notch in the stone wall.

I grabbed hold of a large branch on the bush behind me, jammed my foot into the notch, and heaved myself up until I could swing my other arm over and grip the top of the wall. From there was sheer arm strength to pull yourself up.

This was always the hardest part, I remembered the first times I tried to heave myself over this wall and failed at this part, my arms giving out and I scratched the hell out of myself along the bushes. Even worse, you could not tell from behind the tangled leaves if anyone had entered the courtyard behind you so it was always a gamble no one would see you emerge from the tops of the bushes.

Lord Harcourt looked up at me who was straddling the top of the wall waiting for him to attempt his break. “You’re the clever one aren’t you” he tried to whisper but had to at a higher than ideal volume for me to still hear him from this height.

“Just hurry up!” I hushed back at him and jumped over the other side to give him room.

After I landed on my feet I looked up at the wall waiting impatiently to see him follow. A few long seconds passed and I began to worry he either couldn’t make it or he’d been caught. Finally I saw the tips of his fingers grip onto the top of the wall and he managed to pull himself up and over.

Catching himself after the big jump he turned back towards the wall. “Great, and how do we get back over from this side?”

“We don’t” I admitted, unfortunately this was just one of my ways out but not a way back in.

“Well what’s the point of sneaking out if you can’t get back in?” He questioned in a clearly deflated tone.

“We can get back in, it just depends how late we’re out on where we go to get back in” I assured him that I also knew ways to break in which ended up worrying him more about the integrity of our security. “Come we still need to get onto a road before the wall patrol comes around”.

We walked for a while as I confided in Lord Harcourt about finding the little passageway behind the bushes when I was small playing in the courtyard but only years later realized I could use it to sneak out. He scolded me about wanting to leave without an escort for my own safety but I assured him I always kept to myself and played it safe when I went out.

“Here they’re already waiting for us” I quickened my pace as we made it to my planned meeting spot. A few of the staffs I’d managed to become friends with were waiting for me in a vehicle. They all happily greeted me until they saw who was behind me. “No, don't worry, he won’t say anything about us being out, will you Lord Harcourt?” I turned to him with the question as he would also likely recognize my party as staff.

Lord Harcourt looked surprised and puzzled at our level of acquaintance, likely thinking how could I have made other friends when I spent most of my time bothering him. Sighing as he realized he could either risk saying something later and having to explain why he was out with me as well, or just continue to trust me. “I won’t say anything,” he began and finished with “as long as I don’t have a reason to need to say anything” to remind us he was still obligated to defend and protect me.

A few of my friends exchanged some worried glances until my closest friend Balen spoke up to ease everyone else “well now that the groups all here let’s go!”

We all piled into the vehicle, Balen taking his usual seat next to me and Lord Harcourt having to sit across from me.

As the vehicle took off Balen handed me a bag, “I brought you a few things to change into, but I don’t think there’s anything in there that would fit him”. He nodded over in Lord Harcourts direction who looked down at what he was wearing, likely wondering what was wrong with it considering this was his version of dressing up. I knew he didn’t get out much so he was not aware of what the locals wore compared to within the walls.

I reached into the bag and retrieved a metallic gray set with a pair of blocky white footwear. My face lit up at the stylish attire, I always did prefer the local tastes rather than the formal garments at home. “Thanks!” I smiled and gave my friend a half hug. When we embraced I glanced back over at Lord Harcourt who was being spoken to but wouldn’t take his eyes off of me. I was glad it was rather dark inside the vehicle so hopefully no one would notice me blushing. To hide my face until the redness went away I started to undress, taking off my overcoat, then gilet, then tunic, and replaced those layers with the one top Balen had given me. After each piece of clothing was removed and put on I had to keep myself from looking over at him, but I could still feel his gaze on me.

I waited for the vehicle to come to a stop before I attempted to undress below the waist. After we stopped the doors opened and immediately you could hear the mix of songs from the nearby clubs. Everyone started to make their way outside until it was just me, Balen, and Lord Harcourt left.

“Would you excuse me?” I finally looked back over at him as I stood to finish changing.

He looked over at me, then the Balen who was completely oblivious and not moving an inch, then back at me.

“I’ll just be a moment” I looked over at Balen to excuse him as well.

“Okay?” He sounded confused as to why I was suddenly so private around him, but they both eventually left me inside and I switched bottoms. When I finished changing and rejoined them outside I noticed the clothes were just a little big for me so I tightened the drawstrings on the waistband.

“Looking good!” One of my other friends exclaimed. “Just like a Denzi!” Another friend pointed out that in these clothes I fit in with the natives, the Denzi as they had begun to call themselves.

“Yeah now we just have to make sure no one suspects him” a thumb was thrown over a shoulder in Lord Harcourts direction who was still in the same get up as before.

“Here why don’t we just try to fix him a little” another friend approached him until he was short a glare. He lifted his hands up as a means to say he didn’t mean any harm, and Lord Harcourt softened his expression giving in to the quick makeover”. First they removed his overcoat, it was unusually warm out tonight and he wouldn’t need it in the club anyways. Under that was a belted vest, they removed them both exposing a leather strap around his chest holding a few concealed knives. My friends glanced over at me wondering who exactly I’d brought along.

“These are staying with me” Lord Harcourt insisted, but they would have to remain hidden so they put the best back on without the belt and called it good “Alright let’s go!” Balen pumped a fist into the air then threw his arm over my shoulder, walking with me into the nearest club.

As soon as the doors opened and we stepped inside we could feel the vibrations of the loud music through our chests and our feet. Every time I felt this I always got excited, it made it really easy to dance when your feet already felt so light.

Balen leaned over so I could hear him over the music asking what I wanted to drink. I told him my order then asked if we would get Lord Harcourt something as well.

“I’ll just follow him” he replied when I asked what he wanted, and he and Balen broke away with a few others and made their way to the bar.

The rest of us stayed nearby, some of my friends already breaking out into full on dance. The song that was on came to an end and a new one which clearly had popularity among them began. Excited about the selection, they encouraged me to start dancing with them. Although I did not know the song like they did, music like this was not so welcomed back home, it was an easy beat to dance to so I cheerfully joined in. Before too long Balen tapped me on the shoulder and handed me my drink. I looked over to see if Lord Harcourt had made it back from the bar yet, but instead of regrouping with us he was standing to the side sipping on a glass. I hoped this was not too far out of his comfort zone and at some point tonight he would loosen up, but I was not counting on it.

Song after song passed and I was brought a few more drinks until I started to feel the same vibrations from my feet in my head as well. Lights flashed all around us, giving different colored tints to my friends' smiling faces.

“Look who’s here!” Balen shouted over the beating speakers and waved at a face I did not recognize, it must have been a friend of theirs that didn’t work for us. Balen and a few others broke away from our group to go and greet their friend. I took this as a chance to slip away and check on Lord Harcourt who had yet to move from his spot other than a few side to side steps to keep me in his line of sight through the crowd.

“Will you join us at any point tonight?” I questioned in a taunting tone.

He continued to look straight ahead after I stood next to him like he was trying to pretend he wasn’t staring at me earlier but just casually looking around. “I’m fine over here”.

“Well then why don’t you order another drink, you’ve been sipping on that glass since we got here” I on the other hand had been graciously taking every drink my friends had brought me. Usually I would limit myself but since Lord Harcourt was here I felt I could get away with a few more tonight, and although I did not want tonight to be any particular celebration my friends knew it was my birthday so they were encouraging me to enjoy it.

Just on cue another friend of mine ordered two more drinks from the bar and handed me one before bobbing back onto the dance floor. I looked up at Lord Harcourt with a suggestive expression and held the drink in front of him.

He finally looked over at me who was now swaying the glass in front of him. Giving up he downed what was left in his first drink and took the other one from me.

Leaning on the edge of the table that was next to us I’d just set his empty glass on, I watched and waited for him to finish this drink as well. These were rather small glasses anyways compared to the drinks we were being served earlier in the evening, the bar here obviously wanted you to just get a taste of what they had to serve then come order more. In fact, I’d read before that other alcohols would make people sick the next day when drinking too much. I’d never experienced a sickness like that before nor did I know of anyone who did so that was definitely a benefit of the local drink.

Lord Harcourt finally finished his glass and I placed that one on the table next to the other before grabbing his hands and dragging him from his lurking and into the mass of bodies.

I wasn’t sure where my other friends had gone to, either they had wandered off with someone else or the wave of moving arms and torsos just cast them further from our reach. I wasn’t too concerned though, because right now I was feeling light, the music was good, and Lord Harcourt was standing in front of me awfully close due to the close proximity of all the others dancing around us.

A new song started to play, the lights in the club all around us were in sync with the pulsing synth. I started to sway, closing my eyes so I could really feel the sensation and let it lead my body. The beat began to pick up, I threw my hands in the air while my legs started a little jump to the rhythm. In my fervor I accidentally bounced back a little too far and knocked into someone behind me, before I could turn to apologize I felt two hands wrap around my waist and pin me against their body.

Lord Harcourt looked down at me as if he were about to scold me, but in the moment I saw the flashing lights reflecting in his gleaming eyes and my mind completely closed off.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer into a kiss.

At first he seemed to be startled, but after a fleeting moment his grip tightened around my waist and he leaned further into the kiss.

In our embrace I suddenly began to remember a time when I began to fall in love with him, his voice was ringing in my head.

“Olyvar… Olyvar!” Our kiss ended as I realized the voice in my head was actually my friend Balen calling my name.

Lord Harcourt let go as I pulled away and searched the area for my friend. Once I turned around I saw Balen emerge. I wasn’t sure if he had seen anything, but he didn’t seem to act any sort of way when he made his way over to us.

“We are about to leave for another location. Are you joining us?” My friend informed me.

Before I could give him my answer, Lord Harcourt stepped forward “I think we will be finding our own way tonight” he dismissed the invitation and briefing thanked him before taking my hand and leading me away.

Afraid he was upset that I’d kissed him I kept quiet as we found the exit to the club, but when we were both outside I spoke up. “We will need to go down a few streets. Most vehicles don’t pick up from this area because of the heavy foot traffic” I only expected that he was wanting to look for a way back home.

“I just want to go somewhere more private” he disclosed the reason for us leaving in a hurry. “You know a place we can go?”

“Private?” I repeated the word he used to make sure I was understanding him correctly. “Like a tavern or-?”

“A room” he clarified exactly what sort of privacy he was looking for.

“I think there’s some over this direction” I pointed to his right and he waited for me to lead the way.

Although I was a little more familiar to the area than he was, neither of us got out very much, I didn’t want to admit I was not exactly sure where I was going. The times I did sneak out I was always escorted by Balen who was a Denzi and knew all the spots to go. I tried to remember all the times we’d walked up and down these streets and hoped I was going in the right direction.

Lord Harcourt followed closely behind, but I still kept glancing back to make sure he was still there. After just a few minutes of walking and just a couple more streets over, the loud music from all the clubs began to slightly fade and we found the lodging street I was looking for.

The buildings were narrow walk up types, looking like they were built in a rush once the settlement grew.

Regardless we found one that looked decent and had a room available on the third floor.

Lord Harcourt didn’t say a word to me as he made the transaction for the room and the host showed us up the stairs to the right door.

I was nervous the host might think it odd that two guys would be getting a single room together. With Lord Harcourt still dressed the way he was I'm sure they suspected he was not a local and didn’t question him.

The room was small but tidy, nothing but a bedstead which was rather large for the room, a lanky table, a washstand near the door, and a small closet with shelves that contained extra linen.

I stood by waiting to see what he would do, my eyes following him across the room as he took off his vest and harness, dropping them off on the table and stopping to stand in front of the single window.

The window was long and narrow, almost spanning half of his length. It was carved out of the thick exterior wall with a wide ledge you could post yourself on, and hidden from the outside behind dark paneled shutters.

He unlatched the shudders' closure and pushed the lengthy pieces away exposing his figure to the outside and casting his shadow into the room that up until now was only illuminated by a few candles on the table.

He leaned over the window sill, nothing but a flimsy looking window box between him and the drop down.

“I always thought this was an interesting place” he finally began a conversation. “It’s so new, it can become anything it wants to be but here the native customs still prospers over the foreign”.

I moved to his side of the room and leaned against the wall next to him. “Do you ever miss your home very much?” Lord Harcourt didn’t talk too much about himself before being recruited to my fathers commission.

He thought about it for a moment, like he had to think hard to reach back that far into his own memories. “There was not much for me there,” he professed, “but I do miss trees” he looked over at me with a smile, half his face cast in shadow.

I still was unsure why we came here, and Lord Harcourt didn’t seem so sure about himself anymore either, but I still had a buzz from the high of us kissing and didn’t want it to wear off before I gathered the courage to attempt it again.

I touched his face, my fingers stopping on every single piece of expression.

“Your Highness” his solicitous voice cut through the stiff air.

“Don’t,” I stopped him from trying to interrupt my exploration. “Call me Olyvar”

“Ol-“ as soon as his mouth made the shape of my name I smashed our lips together.

I held onto either side of his face, turning it so that I could go back in at a better angle. His hands reached up and grabbed a hold of mine, pulling them down and ripping some space between us. I kept trying to jump back into it, but he kept pulling back just in time.

He looked down at me but I couldn’t understand what his eyes were saying.

“I… do you… not want… can…” I kept trying to start a sentence, but since I didn’t know what he was thinking I couldn’t seem to form my own thoughts. The only thing I could think about was how it felt to be close to him. “Do you not want me?” I finally pieced something together.

“No! It’s not that” he quickly rebutted my conclusion to his hesitance. “I just…” Now he was at a loss for words.

I looked up at him, desire still burning in my body to the point I was fidgeting.

His face softened again “ah fuck” he let out in a breath and grabbed the back of my neck, thrusting me forward until we were connected again.

He walked, legs between mine, until I reached the end of the bed and fell back onto it. I pulled on the ends of his hair causing a very sexy grunt and sending me absolutely out of my mind. Now I pulled at the collar of his shirt. We stopped for a breath and to remove the pesky piece of clothing. “Should we at least slow down?” He tried once more to check and see if this was the right thing to do, which it definitely was not, but I did not give a fuck anymore. I took my hand and placed it directly ontop his pants right below the waist. I was a little bit upset to feel that he was not as rock hard as I was right now, but I did begin to feel it stiffen up after my touch.

He looked down at where my hand was, surprised at my continuing advancements, then back up at me with a smile. He took my hand off his pants and placed it back on his face. We kissed again, this time slower and deeper. He slid his thumb over my bottom lip then pressed down to pry them apart, placing it inside until the tip touched my tongue. I let him play with it like that for a moment until he replaced his thumb with his tongue. I didn’t think I could get any harder but I immediately did, I returned the favor by thrusting my tongue into his mouth as well.

“Woah!” He pulled back with a little laugh.

I tried to hide my embarrassment, so far I thought I was doing a good job at pretending like I knew what I was doing, but I was starting to lose control at our sudden advancements.

I think he picked up on my change from eager confidence to awkwardness and noticed again that I was fidgeting. “Should I help you with that?” he motioned down to my throbbing crotch.

“Ah… yes please” I sheepishly agreed and he began to untie the laces on the waistband. “Someone’s excited” he teased in his usual manner.

I bit my bottom lip as he took it in his hand, frustrated that he still felt the need to tease me in this vulnerable state, but also glad that he felt comfortable enough to still act like himself. I was not sure what he intended to do, if anything I knew if he just rubbed it with his hands like I did I might be able to last a little while.

Suddenly I was encompassed by something warm and wet, shocked I looked down to see his golden yellow mess bobbing up and down.

I gasped and reached back to take a hold of the bedding behind me. To give me a break he helped pull my pants off before rejoining me in the bed and returning to his work with even more vigor.

“No-stop now!” I tried to push him off of me because I was not lasting as long as usual. This was a new feeling of satisfaction to me and my body was eager to release itself.

He grabbed my hand, wrapping his fingers up in mine, and pinned it against my thigh while he kept his pace. Only a few moments later I couldn’t contain myself anymore and came. “I’m sorry, I told you to stop” I panted and he finally lifted his head and wiped his mouth.

“You don’t have to be sorry, Olyvar” he obeyed me for the first time tonight by calling me by my preferred name. Sitting up he started to unlace the front of his pants that I could tell had also gotten a lot tighter.

“Umm…” I managed a voice while watching him but all that came out at first was intelligible hesitation. “I’m not sure if I’m ready to… to umm” I didn’t know how to articulate that I wasn’t ready for him to put it in my ass yet.

“Don’t worry” he could tell what I meant just by watching me glance back and forth between him and my bottom. “I just want you to touch me”.

Still a little bit nervous, but also excited like a kid with a new toy, I helped him remove his pants and started tugging on him.

“Mmm” he let out another groan like before. “It needs to be wet”.

I looked down at him wondering if I was ready to at least do that, and how I was going to fit it in my mouth. He reached down and pulled my face to his, putting his tongue back in my mouth and kissing me for a while before stopping again “just spit on it” he smiled and waited for me to follow his command. Although it seemed a little brutish to me I did as he said and continued to rub him.

“I should not be doing this” he sighed as he closed his eyes and let me work.

“Why not?” I climbed on top of him since we had traded places on the bed as he was taking his pants off. I could feel that I was getting excited again as well.

“Because it feels too good” he arched his neck back digging the back of his head into the bedding. I couldn’t help but smile, I was glad that he said it felt good, but I also couldn’t help but feel like I wasn’t doing enough. After mustering up the courage I leaned over and took him in my mouth as well.

Instead of words the room was filled with groans and slurping sounds as I tried to figure out the best way to do this. He was definitely taking longer than me, making me second guess if I was doing it well or not. I could also feel myself getting wet again with precum.

“Olyvar, that’s enough” Lord Harcourt tried to ease me off of him. Normally I would not give up so easily, but my jaw was starting to ache so I sat up. I hesitated for a moment, not sure what we did now, we were both still hard but I already said I wasn’t ready to go all the way.

“Come here” he called me over, grabbing onto my legs and guiding me to straddle him.

He positioned me just on top of him and then spit in his hand before taking both of us in his grip.

After a few strokes he started to rut his hips causing more traction. My breath became ragged and I started to move as well. I reached down and we both stroked each other and rubbed against each other until we both came spreading creamy white streaks against his abdomen.

Lord Harcourt ran the tip of his finger across his stomach and placed it in his mouth.

“No stop!” I tried to reach for his arm before he could lick his finger clean but failed to do so fast enough.

“Why? You taste good” he smirked.

“But it wasn’t just me” I looked down at the mess we had made. There was no way of determining whose was whose.

“What’s the big deal? It came from my body” he tucked one arm behind his head to prop himself up a little while he continued to look at me in a forever teasing expression. Maybe it was just the structure of his face, the way his dark brows sat low on his brow bone just above his deeply carved blue eyes. “Come here” he leaned forward and pulled me down next to him so that I was nestled in the space between his arm and his chest. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and squeezed me as we kissed again.

Although I was usually hopelessly jealous of his broad and defined frame compared to my willowy stature, I was enjoying myself in his embrace.

I could hear voices, all speaking at once in the Grand Hall. The corridor connecting the large meeting area and the chambers only tuning those voices to a higher volume once they reached my ears. Unbearable.

As we reached the end of the corridor one deep and resonating voice rose above the others calling them all into a silence. “Eliam Giri Olyvar of House Deumontèmeir second of his name and oldest heir to the House of Deumontèmeir”.

I had trained my face to be absolutely placid, otherwise my eye would have twitched at each additional syllable of my traditional name.

As I stepped forward and gazed out over the balcony, everyone in the crowded room raised a toast to me and cheered. My eyes darted from face to face ignoring all the eager eyes in search for something else. Finally my sight stopped instead of on a face, a head, towards the back of the Grand Hall.

Lord Alessi Harcourt seemed to be enjoying his time entertaining a member of the staff service rather than paying attention to the reason for this party.

My announcer raised his glass after a moment of silence while everyone waited for me to make a toast that I was too annoyed to make. “May the years after this 50th be filled with coin, beast slaying, and beautiful women!” He gave a half-assed and totally off-character toast in my place, but it at least managed to finally get Lord Harcourt’s attention when the crowd began to cheer again.

He and I shared a brief moment of eye contact before he abandoned his momentary fun and began to snake his way through the back of the crowd toward the stairwell. I walked away from the balcony mid-toast. What else were we supposed to say after 50 birthdays anyways, don’t these people ever get tired of toasts? I thought to myself as I hastily flew down the stairs. Almost making it down to the last step before my overcoat caught wind and glided off my shoulders.

Standing at the bottom of the stairwell was a gallery of women waiting to meet me. The lady to my right, more than likely a princess by the display of family jewels only brought out for events such as this, gracefully curtsied and in one motion retrieved my overcoat.

Embarrassed that a princess would lower herself to pick up something after me, I tried to tell her to let me retrieve it myself before I saw another hand swiftly grab the coat from both of us and fling it back over my shoulders before carrying me off.

“Don’t worry Your Highness my savior whispered into my ear with a smirk in his tone. “I’ve kept you a spot over here”. Lord Harcourt led me through the center of the crowd this time, and back over to the table he was sitting at, the service maid now absent.

“His Excellency, Aldren Eliam Giri of House Deumontèmeir, keeper and protector of the Southern Realm” the announcement following did a service to take attention away from me as the Lord and I took our seats.

I heard my father speaking to his people but we kept our backs turned away from him as we both engaged each other instead.

The night went on as our courses continued to come out one after another.

“To your 50th” Lord Harcourt raised his cup after the sneaky servant girl from earlier rounded back on us and filled it to the brim with dark burgundy wine.

“Don’t even begin with me” I ignored his toast like I’d ignored most conversations with anyone else tonight. My father and all the princesses he invited to my birthday staring at me from across the vast overflowing table. “How many birthdays have you celebrated again?”

I tried to turn the conversation back off of me as I took another gulp, beginning to feel light headed and flirty, but not for the right reasons.

“Guess” he teased as he propped his elbow up on the table and leaned his head over into his palm, a few of his golden curls slid across his brow. He was cute.

“107” I pretended not to know after giving it a bit of thought.

“Close” he sighed and lifted his head back up, turning to pick a few more bites off his plate “109”.

An awkwardness seemed to fall between us as he continued to pick at the bits of food left on his plate. Neither of us had taken a bite in a while but we also were not ready to leave our place next to each other at the table.

“Do you,” my voice started to break a bit and I was not sure he heard me as he continued to look down. I cleared my throat just slightly and spoke up, “Do you perhaps want to sneak away with me?”

His eyes lit back up and he leaned forward into my space, “You mean ditch your own birthday party? But you haven’t entertained your guests long enough”. He raised a brow and nodded over to the many girls poised delicately down the table, all with their eyes on those who had finished eating and were dancing, eager for someone to ask their hand for a turn.

“I have plans elsewhere. I’m going whether you want to come or not” I scoffed at the idea of getting one of those girls hopes up just to have to crush their heart later when I told them I was absolutely uninterested.

“Well if you put it that way then I suppose I must escort you” he stood up and straightened out his waistcoat, which I had just noticed looked much more tasteful than his usual glarb, before offering his hand for mine.

I glanced over at my father who was currently preoccupied, then took his hand and we quickly slipped past a few dancing pairs and down the hall.

“This way” I grabbed his hand again and pulled him in the direction I knew to go. With all my time watching him on duty I knew the schedules pretty well, and which corridor would be free to pass through when.

We made it out into a small courtyard that wasn’t too far from my bedroom balcony. The courtyard was surrounded by hedges that closely hugged a towering wall.

“How exactly do you expect to get out from here?” He questioned as if he already knew it would be impossible. Little did he know I had my ways of escaping on my own for some time now.

I brought him toward the back of the courtyard where there was a break in the hedges just large enough for a body to slip between them and the wall. The two of us squeezed through, it was rather uncomfortable with two bodies trying to maneuver back here than just myself. Just a few steps in revealed a foot sized notch in the stone wall.

I grabbed hold of a large branch on the bush behind me, jammed my foot into the notch, and heaved myself up until I could swing my other arm over and grip the top of the wall. From there was sheer arm strength to pull yourself up.

This was always the hardest part, I remembered the first times I tried to heave myself over this wall and failed at this part, my arms giving out and I scratched the hell out of myself along the bushes. Even worse, you could not tell from behind the tangled leaves if anyone had entered the courtyard behind you so it was always a gamble no one would see you emerge from the tops of the bushes.

Lord Harcourt looked up at me who was straddling the top of the wall waiting for him to attempt his break. “You’re the clever one aren’t you” he tried to whisper but had to at a higher than ideal volume for me to still hear him from this height.

“Just hurry up!” I hushed back at him and jumped over the other side to give him room.

After I landed on my feet I looked up at the wall waiting impatiently to see him follow. A few long seconds passed and I began to worry he either couldn’t make it or he’d been caught. Finally I saw the tips of his fingers grip onto the top of the wall and he managed to pull himself up and over.

Catching himself after the big jump he turned back towards the wall. “Great, and how do we get back over from this side?”

“We don’t” I admitted, unfortunately this was just one of my ways out but not a way back in.

“Well what’s the point of sneaking out if you can’t get back in?” He questioned in a clearly deflated tone.

“We can get back in, it just depends how late we’re out on where we go to get back in” I assured him that I also knew ways to break in which ended up worrying him more about the integrity of our security. “Come we still need to get onto a road before the wall patrol comes around”.

We walked for a while as I confided in Lord Harcourt about finding the little passageway behind the bushes when I was small playing in the courtyard but only years later realized I could use it to sneak out. He scolded me about wanting to leave without an escort for my own safety but I assured him I always kept to myself and played it safe when I went out.

“Here they’re already waiting for us” I quickened my pace as we made it to my planned meeting spot. A few of the staffs I’d managed to become friends with were waiting for me in a vehicle. They all happily greeted me until they saw who was behind me. “No, don't worry, he won’t say anything about us being out, will you Lord Harcourt?” I turned to him with the question as he would also likely recognize my party as staff.

Lord Harcourt looked surprised and puzzled at our level of acquaintance, likely thinking how could I have made other friends when I spent most of my time bothering him. Sighing as he realized he could either risk saying something later and having to explain why he was out with me as well, or just continue to trust me. “I won’t say anything,” he began and finished with “as long as I don’t have a reason to need to say anything” to remind us he was still obligated to defend and protect me.

A few of my friends exchanged some worried glances until my closest friend Balen spoke up to ease everyone else “well now that the groups all here let’s go!”

We all piled into the vehicle, Balen taking his usual seat next to me and Lord Harcourt having to sit across from me.

As the vehicle took off Balen handed me a bag, “I brought you a few things to change into, but I don’t think there’s anything in there that would fit him”. He nodded over in Lord Harcourts direction who looked down at what he was wearing, likely wondering what was wrong with it considering this was his version of dressing up. I knew he didn’t get out much so he was not aware of what the locals wore compared to within the walls.

I reached into the bag and retrieved a metallic gray set with a pair of blocky white footwear. My face lit up at the stylish attire, I always did prefer the local tastes rather than the formal garments at home. “Thanks!” I smiled and gave my friend a half hug. When we embraced I glanced back over at Lord Harcourt who was being spoken to but wouldn’t take his eyes off of me. I was glad it was rather dark inside the vehicle so hopefully no one would notice me blushing. To hide my face until the redness went away I started to undress, taking off my overcoat, then gilet, then tunic, and replaced those layers with the one top Balen had given me. After each piece of clothing was removed and put on I had to keep myself from looking over at him, but I could still feel his gaze on me.

I waited for the vehicle to come to a stop before I attempted to undress below the waist. After we stopped the doors opened and immediately you could hear the mix of songs from the nearby clubs. Everyone started to make their way outside until it was just me, Balen, and Lord Harcourt left.

“Would you excuse me?” I finally looked back over at him as I stood to finish changing.

He looked over at me, then the Balen who was completely oblivious and not moving an inch, then back at me.

“I’ll just be a moment” I looked over at Balen to excuse him as well.

“Okay?” He sounded confused as to why I was suddenly so private around him, but they both eventually left me inside and I switched bottoms. When I finished changing and rejoined them outside I noticed the clothes were just a little big for me so I tightened the drawstrings on the waistband.

“Looking good!” One of my other friends exclaimed. “Just like a Denzi!” Another friend pointed out that in these clothes I fit in with the natives, the Denzi as they had begun to call themselves.

“Yeah now we just have to make sure no one suspects him” a thumb was thrown over a shoulder in Lord Harcourts direction who was still in the same get up as before.

“Here why don’t we just try to fix him a little” another friend approached him until he was short a glare. He lifted his hands up as a means to say he didn’t mean any harm, and Lord Harcourt softened his expression giving in to the quick makeover”. First they removed his overcoat, it was unusually warm out tonight and he wouldn’t need it in the club anyways. Under that was a belted vest, they removed them both exposing a leather strap around his chest holding a few concealed knives. My friends glanced over at me wondering who exactly I’d brought along.

“These are staying with me” Lord Harcourt insisted, but they would have to remain hidden so they put the best back on without the belt and called it good “Alright let’s go!” Balen pumped a fist into the air then threw his arm over my shoulder, walking with me into the nearest club.

As soon as the doors opened and we stepped inside we could feel the vibrations of the loud music through our chests and our feet. Every time I felt this I always got excited, it made it really easy to dance when your feet already felt so light.

Balen leaned over so I could hear him over the music asking what I wanted to drink. I told him my order then asked if we would get Lord Harcourt something as well.

“I’ll just follow him” he replied when I asked what he wanted, and he and Balen broke away with a few others and made their way to the bar.

The rest of us stayed nearby, some of my friends already breaking out into full on dance. The song that was on came to an end and a new one which clearly had popularity among them began. Excited about the selection, they encouraged me to start dancing with them. Although I did not know the song like they did, music like this was not so welcomed back home, it was an easy beat to dance to so I cheerfully joined in. Before too long Balen tapped me on the shoulder and handed me my drink. I looked over to see if Lord Harcourt had made it back from the bar yet, but instead of regrouping with us he was standing to the side sipping on a glass. I hoped this was not too far out of his comfort zone and at some point tonight he would loosen up, but I was not counting on it.

Song after song passed and I was brought a few more drinks until I started to feel the same vibrations from my feet in my head as well. Lights flashed all around us, giving different colored tints to my friends' smiling faces.

“Look who’s here!” Balen shouted over the beating speakers and waved at a face I did not recognize, it must have been a friend of theirs that didn’t work for us. Balen and a few others broke away from our group to go and greet their friend. I took this as a chance to slip away and check on Lord Harcourt who had yet to move from his spot other than a few side to side steps to keep me in his line of sight through the crowd.

“Will you join us at any point tonight?” I questioned in a taunting tone.

He continued to look straight ahead after I stood next to him like he was trying to pretend he wasn’t staring at me earlier but just casually looking around. “I’m fine over here”.

“Well then why don’t you order another drink, you’ve been sipping on that glass since we got here” I on the other hand had been graciously taking every drink my friends had brought me. Usually I would limit myself but since Lord Harcourt was here I felt I could get away with a few more tonight, and although I did not want tonight to be any particular celebration my friends knew it was my birthday so they were encouraging me to enjoy it.

Just on cue another friend of mine ordered two more drinks from the bar and handed me one before bobbing back onto the dance floor. I looked up at Lord Harcourt with a suggestive expression and held the drink in front of him.

He finally looked over at me who was now swaying the glass in front of him. Giving up he downed what was left in his first drink and took the other one from me.

Leaning on the edge of the table that was next to us I’d just set his empty glass on, I watched and waited for him to finish this drink as well. These were rather small glasses anyways compared to the drinks we were being served earlier in the evening, the bar here obviously wanted you to just get a taste of what they had to serve then come order more. In fact, I’d read before that other alcohols would make people sick the next day when drinking too much. I’d never experienced a sickness like that before nor did I know of anyone who did so that was definitely a benefit of the local drink.

Lord Harcourt finally finished his glass and I placed that one on the table next to the other before grabbing his hands and dragging him from his lurking and into the mass of bodies.

I wasn’t sure where my other friends had gone to, either they had wandered off with someone else or the wave of moving arms and torsos just cast them further from our reach. I wasn’t too concerned though, because right now I was feeling light, the music was good, and Lord Harcourt was standing in front of me awfully close due to the close proximity of all the others dancing around us.

A new song started to play, the lights in the club all around us were in sync with the pulsing synth. I started to sway, closing my eyes so I could really feel the sensation and let it lead my body. The beat began to pick up, I threw my hands in the air while my legs started a little jump to the rhythm. In my fervor I accidentally bounced back a little too far and knocked into someone behind me, before I could turn to apologize I felt two hands wrap around my waist and pin me against their body.

Lord Harcourt looked down at me as if he were about to scold me, but in the moment I saw the flashing lights reflecting in his gleaming eyes and my mind completely closed off.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer into a kiss.

At first he seemed to be startled, but after a fleeting moment his grip tightened around my waist and he leaned further into the kiss.

In our embrace I suddenly began to remember a time when I began to fall in love with him, his voice was ringing in my head.

“Olyvar… Olyvar!” Our kiss ended as I realized the voice in my head was actually my friend Balen calling my name.

Lord Harcourt let go as I pulled away and searched the area for my friend. Once I turned around I saw Balen emerge. I wasn’t sure if he had seen anything, but he didn’t seem to act any sort of way when he made his way over to us.

“We are about to leave for another location. Are you joining us?” My friend informed me.

Before I could give him my answer, Lord Harcourt stepped forward “I think we will be finding our own way tonight” he dismissed the invitation and briefing thanked him before taking my hand and leading me away.

Afraid he was upset that I’d kissed him I kept quiet as we found the exit to the club, but when we were both outside I spoke up. “We will need to go down a few streets. Most vehicles don’t pick up from this area because of the heavy foot traffic” I only expected that he was wanting to look for a way back home.

“I just want to go somewhere more private” he disclosed the reason for us leaving in a hurry. “You know a place we can go?”

“Private?” I repeated the word he used to make sure I was understanding him correctly. “Like a tavern or-?”

“A room” he clarified exactly what sort of privacy he was looking for.

“I think there’s some over this direction” I pointed to his right and he waited for me to lead the way.

Although I was a little more familiar to the area than he was, neither of us got out very much, I didn’t want to admit I was not exactly sure where I was going. The times I did sneak out I was always escorted by Balen who was a Denzi and knew all the spots to go. I tried to remember all the times we’d walked up and down these streets and hoped I was going in the right direction.

Lord Harcourt followed closely behind, but I still kept glancing back to make sure he was still there. After just a few minutes of walking and just a couple more streets over, the loud music from all the clubs began to slightly fade and we found the lodging street I was looking for.

The buildings were narrow walk up types, looking like they were built in a rush once the settlement grew.

Regardless we found one that looked decent and had a room available on the third floor.

Lord Harcourt didn’t say a word to me as he made the transaction for the room and the host showed us up the stairs to the right door.

I was nervous the host might think it odd that two guys would be getting a single room together. With Lord Harcourt still dressed the way he was I'm sure they suspected he was not a local and didn’t question him.

The room was small but tidy, nothing but a bedstead which was rather large for the room, a lanky table, a washstand near the door, and a small closet with shelves that contained extra linen.

I stood by waiting to see what he would do, my eyes following him across the room as he took off his vest and harness, dropping them off on the table and stopping to stand in front of the single window.

The window was long and narrow, almost spanning half of his length. It was carved out of the thick exterior wall with a wide ledge you could post yourself on, and hidden from the outside behind dark paneled shutters.

He unlatched the shudders' closure and pushed the lengthy pieces away exposing his figure to the outside and casting his shadow into the room that up until now was only illuminated by a few candles on the table.

He leaned over the window sill, nothing but a flimsy looking window box between him and the drop down.

“I always thought this was an interesting place” he finally began a conversation. “It’s so new, it can become anything it wants to be but here the native customs still prospers over the foreign”.

I moved to his side of the room and leaned against the wall next to him. “Do you ever miss your home very much?” Lord Harcourt didn’t talk too much about himself before being recruited to my fathers commission.

He thought about it for a moment, like he had to think hard to reach back that far into his own memories. “There was not much for me there,” he professed, “but I do miss trees” he looked over at me with a smile, half his face cast in shadow.

I still was unsure why we came here, and Lord Harcourt didn’t seem so sure about himself anymore either, but I still had a buzz from the high of us kissing and didn’t want it to wear off before I gathered the courage to attempt it again.

I touched his face, my fingers stopping on every single piece of expression.

“Your Highness” his solicitous voice cut through the stiff air.

“Don’t,” I stopped him from trying to interrupt my exploration. “Call me Olyvar”

“Ol-“ as soon as his mouth made the shape of my name I smashed our lips together.

I held onto either side of his face, turning it so that I could go back in at a better angle. His hands reached up and grabbed a hold of mine, pulling them down and ripping some space between us. I kept trying to jump back into it, but he kept pulling back just in time.

He looked down at me but I couldn’t understand what his eyes were saying.

“I… do you… not want… can…” I kept trying to start a sentence, but since I didn’t know what he was thinking I couldn’t seem to form my own thoughts. The only thing I could think about was how it felt to be close to him. “Do you not want me?” I finally pieced something together.

“No! It’s not that” he quickly rebutted my conclusion to his hesitance. “I just…” Now he was at a loss for words.

I looked up at him, desire still burning in my body to the point I was fidgeting.

His face softened again “ah fuck” he let out in a breath and grabbed the back of my neck, thrusting me forward until we were connected again.

He walked, legs between mine, until I reached the end of the bed and fell back onto it. I pulled on the ends of his hair causing a very sexy grunt and sending me absolutely out of my mind. Now I pulled at the collar of his shirt. We stopped for a breath and to remove the pesky piece of clothing. “Should we at least slow down?” He tried once more to check and see if this was the right thing to do, which it definitely was not, but I did not give a fuck anymore. I took my hand and placed it directly ontop his pants right below the waist. I was a little bit upset to feel that he was not as rock hard as I was right now, but I did begin to feel it stiffen up after my touch.

He looked down at where my hand was, surprised at my continuing advancements, then back up at me with a smile. He took my hand off his pants and placed it back on his face. We kissed again, this time slower and deeper. He slid his thumb over my bottom lip then pressed down to pry them apart, placing it inside until the tip touched my tongue. I let him play with it like that for a moment until he replaced his thumb with his tongue. I didn’t think I could get any harder but I immediately did, I returned the favor by thrusting my tongue into his mouth as well.

“Woah!” He pulled back with a little laugh.

I tried to hide my embarrassment, so far I thought I was doing a good job at pretending like I knew what I was doing, but I was starting to lose control at our sudden advancements.

I think he picked up on my change from eager confidence to awkwardness and noticed again that I was fidgeting. “Should I help you with that?” he motioned down to my throbbing crotch.

“Ah… yes please” I sheepishly agreed and he began to untie the laces on the waistband. “Someone’s excited” he teased in his usual manner.

I bit my bottom lip as he took it in his hand, frustrated that he still felt the need to tease me in this vulnerable state, but also glad that he felt comfortable enough to still act like himself. I was not sure what he intended to do, if anything I knew if he just rubbed it with his hands like I did I might be able to last a little while.

Suddenly I was encompassed by something warm and wet, shocked I looked down to see his golden yellow mess bobbing up and down.

I gasped and reached back to take a hold of the bedding behind me. To give me a break he helped pull my pants off before rejoining me in the bed and returning to his work with even more vigor.

“No-stop now!” I tried to push him off of me because I was not lasting as long as usual. This was a new feeling of satisfaction to me and my body was eager to release itself.

He grabbed my hand, wrapping his fingers up in mine, and pinned it against my thigh while he kept his pace. Only a few moments later I couldn’t contain myself anymore and came. “I’m sorry, I told you to stop” I panted and he finally lifted his head and wiped his mouth.

“You don’t have to be sorry, Olyvar” he obeyed me for the first time tonight by calling me by my preferred name. Sitting up he started to unlace the front of his pants that I could tell had also gotten a lot tighter.

“Umm…” I managed a voice while watching him but all that came out at first was intelligible hesitation. “I’m not sure if I’m ready to… to umm” I didn’t know how to articulate that I wasn’t ready for him to put it in my ass yet.

“Don’t worry” he could tell what I meant just by watching me glance back and forth between him and my bottom. “I just want you to touch me”.

Still a little bit nervous, but also excited like a kid with a new toy, I helped him remove his pants and started tugging on him.

“Mmm” he let out another groan like before. “It needs to be wet”.

I looked down at him wondering if I was ready to at least do that, and how I was going to fit it in my mouth. He reached down and pulled my face to his, putting his tongue back in my mouth and kissing me for a while before stopping again “just spit on it” he smiled and waited for me to follow his command. Although it seemed a little brutish to me I did as he said and continued to rub him.

“I should not be doing this” he sighed as he closed his eyes and let me work.

“Why not?” I climbed on top of him since we had traded places on the bed as he was taking his pants off. I could feel that I was getting excited again as well.

“Because it feels too good” he arched his neck back digging the back of his head into the bedding. I couldn’t help but smile, I was glad that he said it felt good, but I also couldn’t help but feel like I wasn’t doing enough. After mustering up the courage I leaned over and took him in my mouth as well.

Instead of words the room was filled with groans and slurping sounds as I tried to figure out the best way to do this. He was definitely taking longer than me, making me second guess if I was doing it well or not. I could also feel myself getting wet again with precum.

“Olyvar, that’s enough” Lord Harcourt tried to ease me off of him. Normally I would not give up so easily, but my jaw was starting to ache so I sat up. I hesitated for a moment, not sure what we did now, we were both still hard but I already said I wasn’t ready to go all the way.

“Come here” he called me over, grabbing onto my legs and guiding me to straddle him.

He positioned me just on top of him and then spit in his hand before taking both of us in his grip.

After a few strokes he started to rut his hips causing more traction. My breath became ragged and I started to move as well. I reached down and we both stroked each other and rubbed against each other until we both came spreading creamy white streaks against his abdomen.

Lord Harcourt ran the tip of his finger across his stomach and placed it in his mouth.

“No stop!” I tried to reach for his arm before he could lick his finger clean but failed to do so fast enough.

“Why? You taste good” he smirked.

“But it wasn’t just me” I looked down at the mess we had made. There was no way of determining whose was whose.

“What’s the big deal? It came from my body” he tucked one arm behind his head to prop himself up a little while he continued to look at me in a forever teasing expression. Maybe it was just the structure of his face, the way his dark brows sat low on his brow bone just above his deeply carved blue eyes. “Come here” he leaned forward and pulled me down next to him so that I was nestled in the space between his arm and his chest. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and squeezed me as we kissed again.

Although I was usually hopelessly jealous of his broad and defined frame compared to my willowy stature, I was enjoying myself in his embrace.

Writer’s comments

This is my first time sharing an original story so please any comments or suggestions are very welcome. I hope this first part has left any readers curious about the plot of this story and I guarantee you from this part only you will not be expecting what’s to come. I’m a fan of fast sexual burn and long awaited character development so there will be much more in store.

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BIRTHDAY SYMBOLS

✧ February 14th ✧

Birthstone: Amethyst - The gem of Peace and Tranquility

Amethyst is a part of royal gem collections all over the world, from ancient Egypt to the British crown jewels. For some time, true amethyst was valued equally with the diamond. The name amethyst derives from the ancient Greek word amethustos, meaning sober. It was said that an amethyst could instill a sober and serious mind. Amethyst was known as a gem that would bring forth the highest, purest aspirations of human kind. Chastity, sobriety, and control over one's thoughts were all attributes heightened by wearing the stone. Amethysts are recommended to those who deal with stress a lot, such as people with an excessive work ethic who are unable to enjoy relaxation.

Birthflower: Violet

Violet is a delicate flower that appears at the end of February. It may come in shades of blue, mauve, or even yellow or cream. Violet denotes faithful love, humility and modesty. In the Victorian era, giving someone violets suggested "I'll always be true"". Dreaming of violets means that luck is coming your way, and that your future spouse will be younger than you. Violet is known as the state flower of Illinois, Wisconsin, New Jersey, and Rhode Island, and the official flower of Greece. It is also given on the 50th wedding anniversary.

Astrology Sign: Aquarius

Aquarians are witty, clever, honest, unassuming, knowledgeable, serious, and insightful. You often go about accomplishing goals in a quiet way. You are the person who tends to deviate from the crowd and are always seeking intellectual stimulation. You welcome change as boredom is your enemy. You will take up any cause, as you are the humanitarian of the zodiac. You are easy going and do not judge others. As such, you make many natural friendships. You are also quite artistic.

Chinese Year: The Dog - a symbol of Fidelity

You are unpretentious, loyal, steady, reliable, sociable, lively, persistent, courageous, resourceful, generous, diligent, honest, adaptable and smart. You hate injustice and are strongly influenced by a sense of fairness, equality, loyalty and caring. You therefore are often found promoting social reform. You are genuine, unassuming, charming and magnetic in an effortless way. You make a loyal friend and value personal integrity. You do make friends slowly however, but you will protect a friend's interest as if they were your own. You are brave and do not shy away from danger.

Native American Astrological Sign: Otter

You are independent, quirky, curious, imaginative, friendly, honest, inventive, courageous, tolerant, creative, perceptive, unconventional, soothing, sensitive, sympathetic, and original. You are in this world to immerse yourself in the fountain of knowledge- attaining wisdom is your ultimate goal, as you have a deep seated curiosity about everything. You have an unusual outlook on the world as you are highly intelligent and never stop analyzing things. You make a great friend because of your intuition, attentiveness, and honesty.

Birth Tree: Cedar Tree - the tree of confidence

You are self-confident, strong, vivacious, talented, industrious, determined, optimistic, adaptable, and a great speaker. You love luxury and everything around you to be of fine-quality. As such, you are determined to succeed and have the confidence to do so. You tend to be in good health and you never look down on others. You are blessed with the ability to make decisions quickly.

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A scene from the Joyce Theater revival of Rennie Harris’s “Rome & Jewels,” from 2000. Credit: Andrea Mohin/The New York Times

Hip-hop is now established enough to get an all-star 50th-birthday celebration at the Grammys. Hip-hop concert dance isn’t quite that old, but it can look back a few decades, as with the revival of Rennie Harris’s “Rome & Jewels” at the Joyce Theater this week.

When this adaptation of “Romeo and Juliet” had its debut in 2000, it was Harris’s first evening-length work, and it established him as the most gifted and canny choreographer exploring and expanding the possibilities of street dance in a concert setting. In that realm, he’s still unsurpassed, but “Rome & Jewels,” slightly updated and still vital and affecting, is showing its age.

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 ‘Ice Cold: An Exhibition of Hip-Hop Jewelry’, a cultural trip through jewellery design

‘Given hip-hop’s roots in New York, the chance to tell this story in this city is very special’

Hip-hop’s official 50th birthday was 11 August 2023.

And while there’s still time to celebrate that milestone, this party is not due to end any time soon.

‘Ice Cold: An Exhibition of Hip-Hop Jewelry’ runs at the American Museum of Natural History in New York until January 2025, and so there's ample time to join in.

Among the oversized gold chains and diamond-studded pendants is a glitter ball of legendary names – The Notorious B.I.G., Jam Master Jay and Erykah Badu among them.

But ‘Ice Cold’ aims higher, going way beyond the brilliantly audacious designs to illuminate hip-hop jewellery as part of a multi-layered trajectory of style, politics and sociocultural trends.

Following the success of Run-DMC’s 1986 hit ‘My Adidas’, Adidas struck a first-of-its-kind endorsement deal with the group, presenting each member with a 14ct gold sneaker-charm pendant. This version is by jeweller Erwin Hesz

As Sean Decatur, president of the museum tells me from New York:

‘The exhibition is not purely an academic or voyeuristic exercise, but one in which voices of the artists come through very clearly. And, given hip-hop's roots in New York City, the chance to tell a cultural story that resonates with this city in this very strong way was very exciting for us.’

While the ‘Ice Cold’ curatorial team included hip-hop great Slick Rick, industry label executives, film-makers, jewellers and academics, it is guest curator, the journalist and author Vikki Tobak, and her meticulous research for Ice Cold: A Hip-Hop Jewelry History, who inspired the show.

A YouTube Originals docu-series, ICE COLD, by Karam Gill, was also created.

A$AP Rocky jewelled Lego Man pendant; Tyler the Creator jewelled Bellman

Coloured gems are a recurring motif in contemporay hip-hop jewels: 14ct-gold, sapphire, ruby, diamond and enamel Lego pendant, designed for A$AP Rocky by Alex Moss X Pavē, 2022; diamond, sapphire and various-colour gemstones Tyler the Creator Bellhop necklace with operable briefcase, by Alex Moss, 2021

‘I've been in love with hip-hop since the early 1990s when my first job was working at a small record label with early artists including Jay Z and Gang Starr,’ Tobak explains. ‘So, I fell in love with the music even before I knew it would be a profession.’

Having worked on the management side, her interest in hip-hop jewellery evolved naturally.

‘I think when you have a love of hip-hop to the level I did, you understand the many layers beyond the music: the style, the politics, the socio-cultural elements.

So, I always recognised the fashion and jewellery as part of hip-hop’s evolving identity – a culture within the culture, if you will.’

‘Ice Cold’ crosses five decades of jewellery design in hip-hop, from the gigantic 9ct, hollow-gold chains that set rappers apart in the late 1970s through Flavor Flav’s comic 1980s clock pendant that prompted rap’s entry into the mainstream, to Roxanne Shanté’s ‘R’ signet ring, signifying her role as the only female rapper of Juice Crew collective.

The story weaves through 1990s diamond-set record-label pendants, demure opal and white gold grillz for Erykah Badu, and Ghostface Killah’s gobsmackingly gargantuan five-pound Eagle armband.

The current mood, meanwhile, is represented by Nicki Minaj’s Barbie necklace and Tyler the Creator’s CAD-drawn character pendants, signaling a return of the pop humour and outsize forms of the early designs.

Erykah Badu wears eagle teeth grillz; Slick Rick's diamond-studded eye patch and costume crown

‘People always think of hip-hop as remixing and reinventing things, and that goes across all aspects of it, including the jewellers,’ says Tobak. ‘Also, entrepreneurialism is very much in the spirit of hip-hop and, at the beginning, there weren’t any fashion houses who wanted to dress hip-hop creatives nor jewellers catering to the hip-hop crowd. And, though not necessarily by choice, a lot of the early jewellers, immigrants from the former Soviet Union, parts of Asia, the Caribbean, were in tune with hip-hop’s DIY spirit. The “Let's go for it, right? Let's be bigger, let's be bolder with our jewelry, let's show the world who we are” design drive is, in part, an extension of that entrepreneurialism.’ Today, as big brands understand its marketing power, Tobak believes: ‘you might say hip-hop, and the luxury world are lockstep’.

So how did ‘Ice Cold’ end up on show in the American Museum of Natural History?

‘We've had a gems collection at the museum since the late 19th century,’ Decatur explains. ‘But we have always used objects from the natural world to highlight their meaning in the context of human culture, and jewellery design is part of that.’

The notion of Ice Cold being an opportunity to do something particularly special, then, he says, was clear to everyone involved:

‘When some of the artists who've loaned works for the exhibition saw it for the first time, it was really moving to hear their stories of having come to the Natural History Museum as kids,’ says the clearly delighted museum president.

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The Timeless Elegance of Gold Jewellery Rings

Gold jewellery has always been a symbol of luxury, power, and beauty. Among the myriad of gold adornments available, the gold ring holds a special place. This timeless piece of jewellery is not only a fashion statement but also an emblem of significant life events and personal milestones.

The Allure of Gold

Gold, with its radiant luster and intrinsic value, has captivated human civilizations for thousands of years. Its rarity and unique properties make it a preferred material for crafting jewellery. Gold rings, in particular, are cherished for their elegance and versatility. Whether it's a simple band or an intricately designed piece studded with gemstones, a gold ring always exudes sophistication.

Types of Gold Rings

Plain Gold Rings: These rings, often used as wedding bands, are classic and understated. They highlight the natural beauty of gold without any embellishments.

Gemstone Gold Rings: Incorporating gemstones like diamonds, sapphires, rubies, or emeralds, these rings combine the brilliance of gold with the allure of precious stones. They are often chosen for engagements and special occasions.

Designer Gold Rings: Crafted by renowned jewellery designers, these rings are unique pieces of art. They often feature intricate designs, engravings, and a mix of metals and stones.

Vintage Gold Rings: These rings carry a piece of history with them. Antique gold rings often have unique designs and craftsmanship that reflect the era they were made in.

The Significance of Gold Rings

Gold rings are often more than just accessories; they are symbols of love, commitment, and achievement. Here are a few occasions where gold rings play a pivotal role:

Engagements and Weddings: Perhaps the most common and significant use of gold rings is in engagements and weddings. The tradition of exchanging rings symbolizes eternal love and commitment.

Anniversaries: Gold rings are popular gifts for anniversaries, especially the 50th anniversary, also known as the golden anniversary.

Birthdays and Milestones: A gold ring can mark important milestones such as a significant birthday, graduation, or a career achievement.

Religious and Cultural Ceremonies: In many cultures, gold rings are part of religious and cultural ceremonies, symbolizing purity, prosperity, and blessings.

Caring for Gold Rings

To maintain the beauty and luster of your gold ring, proper care is essential:

Regular Cleaning: Clean your gold ring regularly with a mild soap solution and a soft brush to remove dirt and oils.

Avoid Harsh Chemicals: Remove your gold ring when using cleaning agents or swimming in chlorinated water, as chemicals can damage the metal.

Proper Storage: Store your gold ring in a soft cloth or jewellery box to prevent scratches and damage.

Professional Maintenance: Periodically, take your gold ring to a professional jeweller for cleaning and maintenance to keep it in pristine condition.

Conclusion

A gold jewellery ring is more than just a piece of metal; it's a timeless treasure that carries personal significance and a rich history. Whether it's a plain band, a gemstone-studded masterpiece, or a vintage heirloom, a gold ring is a cherished possession that can be passed down through generations. Its enduring beauty and value make it a perfect symbol of love, commitment, and celebration. So, whether you're marking a special occasion or simply indulging in a luxurious accessory, a gold ring is always a brilliant choice.

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Happy 50th Birthday, Jewel!

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Elton John Honky Château 50th Anniversary Reissue, Release March 24th on UME

Available on        2CD, 2LP,        and Limited-Edition Gold Vinyl LP

 Rocket Man (Live        at The Royal Festival Hall, London 1972) & Mellow (Session Demo)        Unveiled

During the 1970’s there was no bigger musical artist    than Elton John.  His stream of Top    10 hits seemed never-ending, catapulting him in his 20’s into legendary    status. Every album was better than the one before as he and songwriting    partner, lyricist Bernie Taupin, honed their craft, creating musical    masterpieces to last a lifetime. 50+on their partnership is stronger than    ever. His ‘five years of fun,’ as he once called it, contained his best and    most prolific work.  He grew as a    musician and live performer, selling out shows around the globe. For his 5th    studio album change was on  the    horizon. Formally a three-piece ensemble, Nigel Olsson on drums, Dee Murray    on bass, Elton on piano, a guitar virtuoso was added to the mix, Davey    Johnstone. Elton’s sound would never be the same again and would solidify    the Elton John Band as a true rocking force in the music industry.

This year, thanks to UME, a celebratory Honky Château 50th Anniversary Edition    is being released on March 25th (Elton’s 76th    birthday). Originally released in May 1972, the album included such    classics as “Rocket Man,” “Honky Cat,” and the fan favorite “Mona Lisas And    Mad Hatters.” They have become as timeless as the man himself. The real    gems found are the exclusive demo tracks and live performances never before    released. “Rocket Man (Live at The Festival Hall, London    1972)”  “Salvation,” (Session Demo) and    “Mellow” (Session Demo) are among those special moments.

 Recorded at the now legendary Château d’Hérouville,    a residential recording studio situated 25 miles northwest of Paris. It was    here where he and Bernie Taupin were to write – and the band subsequently    record. Elton, Bernie, and the band - performing together on record for the    first time - decamped to the Château for a week’s pre-production on Honky    Château in January 1972. Bernie brought his typewriter; the    band set up in the dining room. Bernie would write lyrics at night and    leave them on Elton’s piano for him to work on in the morning.

  As Elton recalls of their notoriously prolific    output at the time, “The first morning we were there, I had three    (songs) done by the time the band drifted downstairs looking for something    to eat: ‘Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters,’ ‘Amy’ and ‘Rocket Man.’” The    remainder of the album would follow suit; ‘Susie (Dramas),’ ‘Hercules,’    ‘Salvation,’ ‘Honky Cat,’ ‘Slave,’ ‘I Think I’m Going To Kill Myself’ and    ‘Mellow.’”

 Honky Château is available in the following        formats:

 2CD

Contains the original album and a newly created        selection of outtakes from the original session tapes. This 2CD format        additionally contains eight live recordings from the Royal Festival        Hall show in 1972, where the tracks received their live debut just a        few days after being recorded at the Château. Includes a 40-page        booklet containing rare photos, memorabilia, and an essay featuring        interviews from those who were there at the time.

 2LP

Contains the original album and a newly created        selection of outtakes from the original session tapes. Includes an        eight-page booklet containing rare photos, memorabilia, and an essay        featuring interviews from those who were there at the time

 Limited Edition        Gold Vinyl LP

Contains the original album pressed for the        first time on limited edition gold vinyl.

          In June 1972, “Rocket Man” was in the UK pop charts at No 2. In the US,        the single reached No 6. Honky Château became        the first of six consecutive Billboard Hot 100 No 1        albums. It remains a firm fixture in the setlist of this        record-breaking Farewell Yellow Brick Road tour and is a highlight        among his two-hour set. “Honky Cat”, his first up-tempo number to make        the US Top 10, the track helped cement Elton’s reputation in America.

 Still a shining jewel in Elton’s back        catalog, Honky Château was the album that        announced his arrival on the world stage. Its impact and legacy endure        to this day, and it will forever be remembered as the album where the        Rocket Man truly took flight.

  Format Details and Track listings

 Honky Château - 2CD

Disc 1:

Honky Cat

Mellow

I Think I'm Going to Kill Myself

Susie (Dramas) 

Rocket Man (I Think It’s Going To Be A Long, Long Time)

Salvation

Slave

Amy

Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters

Hercules

 HONKY AT THE CHÂTEAU (SESSION DEMOS) PART ONE

Salvation (Session Demo)

Susie (Dramas) (Session Demo)

Rocket Man (It’s Think It’s Going To Be A Long, Long Time)        (Session Demo)

Mellow (Session Demo)

Slave - Alternate "Fast" Version (Session Demo)

 Disc 2:

HONKY AT THE CHÂTEAU (SESSION DEMOS) PART TWO

Honky Cat (Session Demo)

I Think I’m Going To Kill Myself (Session Demo)

Hercules (Session Demo)

Slave (Session Demo)

 LIVE AT THE ROYAL FESTIVAL HALL, LONDON, FEBRUARY 5TH 1972

Susie (Dramas)

Salvation

Mellow

Amy

Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters

Honky Cat

Rocket Man (It’s Think It’s Going To Be A Long, Long Time

Hercules

 Honky Château - Limited Edition Gold Vinyl LP

LP 1:

Side A

Honky Cat

Mellow

I Think I'm Going to Kill Myself

Susie (Dramas) 

Rocket Man (I Think It’s Going To Be A Long, Long Time)

Side B

Salvation

Slave

Amy

Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters

Hercules

 Honky Château - 2LP

LP 1:

Side A

Honky Cat

Mellow

I Think I'm Going to Kill Myself

Susie (Dramas) 

Rocket Man (I Think It’s Going To Be A Long, Long Time)

 Side B

Salvation

Slave

Amy

Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters

Hercules

 LP 2:

Side A

Salvation (Session Demo)

Susie (Dramas) (Session Demo)

Rocket Man (It’s Think It’s Going To Be A Long, Long Time)        (Session Demo)

Mellow (Session Demo)

Slave - Alternate "Fast" Version (Session Demo)

 Side B

Honky Cat (Session Demo)

I Think I’m Going To Kill Myself (Session Demo)

Hercules (Session Demo)

Slave (Session Demo)

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Darrell Ray Green (born February 15, 1960) is a former football player who was a cornerback in the NFL for the Washington Redskins from 1983 to 2002. He is widely considered to be one of the greatest cornerbacks to have ever played in the NFL. He was inducted into the Pro Football Hall of Fame in 2008. The self-proclaimed "itty bitty guy, " he was nicknamed the "Ageless Wonder" by his peers and the general media for his remarkable ability to maintain a high level of play well into the twilight of his career. He was known for his speed and was one of the fastest players in the history of the NFL. He attended and played college football and ran track at Texas A&I University. He finished his BS in general studies at St. Paul's College. He was in the news on February 16, 2010, his 50th birthday, for running a 4.43-second 40-yard dash. He founded the Darrell Green Youth Life Foundation, a faith-based charitable organization, to "meet the needs of children, their families, and the communities in which they live." He served as a board member for the Baltimore-Washington 2012 Summer Olympics Bid, NFL/NFLPA September 11 Relief Fund, and the Loudoun Education Foundation. He was selected to serve as the Chair of President Bush's Council on Service and Civic Participation. He currently sits on the boards of the Wolf Trap Foundation as its National Spokesman for Education and Marymount University. He has a professional services company that manages his appearances and autograph requests, www.DarrellGreen.com. He is currently an associate athletic director at George Mason University working with student-athletes to improve their well-being, and collaborating with the community. He has started an online fitness company promoting increased physical activity through simply walking called WalkFitHealth Nation. A devout Christian, he is married to Jewel and has four children. His eldest son Jared is a pastor. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence https://www.instagram.com/p/CortMuFLxQK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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BIRTHDAY SYMBOLS

☯ February, 8th 2003 ☯

Birthstone:  Amethyst - The gem of Peace and Tranquility

Amethyst is a part of royal gem collections all over the world, from ancient Egypt to the British crown jewels. For some time, true amethyst was valued equally with the diamond. The name amethyst derives from the ancient Greek word amethustos, meaning sober. It was said that an amethyst could instill a sober and serious mind. Amethyst was known as a gem that would bring forth the highest, purest aspirations of human kind. Chastity, sobriety, and control over one's thoughts were all attributes heightened by wearing the stone. Amethysts are recommended to those who deal with stress a lot, such as people with an excessive work ethic who are unable to enjoy relaxation.

Birthflower: Violet

Violet is a delicate flower that appears at the end of February. It may come in shades of blue, mauve, or even yellow or cream. Violet denotes faithful love, humility and modesty. In the Victorian era, giving someone violets suggested "I'll always be true"". Dreaming of violets means that luck is coming your way, and that your future spouse will be younger than you. Violet is known as the state flower of Illinois, Wisconsin, New Jersey, and Rhode Island, and the official flower of Greece. It is also given on the 50th wedding anniversary.

Astrology Sign: Aquarius  

Aquarians are witty, clever, honest, unassuming, knowledgeable, serious, and insightful. You often go about accomplishing goals in a quiet way. You are the person who tends to deviate from the crowd and are always seeking intellectual stimulation. You welcome change as boredom is your enemy. You will take up any cause, as you are the humanitarian of the zodiac. You are easy going and do not judge others. As such, you make many natural friendships. You are also quite artistic.  

Chinese Year: The Sheep - a symbol of Unity

You are tasteful, intelligent, artistic, warm, kind, elegant, charming, cultured, intuitive, sensitive, gentle, and calm. You are born under the sign of art, so you love making and looking at beautiful things and you don't hesitate to spoil yourself with such things. You are the most feminine of all the twelve animal signs. You are quiet and sometimes shy, and have enormous compassion. You are a wonderful guest and a person other people love being around. The Chinese believe that the goat is naturally lucky because of your kind heart and peaceful nature.

Native American Astrological Sign: Otter  

You are independent, quirky, curious, imaginative, friendly, honest, inventive, courageous, tolerant, creative, perceptive, unconventional, soothing, sensitive, sympathetic, and original. You are in this world to immerse yourself in the fountain of knowledge- attaining wisdom is your ultimate goal, as you have a deep seated curiosity about everything. You have an unusual outlook on the world as you are highly intelligent and never stop analyzing things. You make a great friend because of your intuition, attentiveness, and honesty.  

Birth Tree: Cedar Tree - the tree of confidence  

You are self-confident, strong, vivacious, talented, industrious, determined, optimistic, adaptable, and a great speaker. You love luxury and everything around you to be of fine-quality. As such, you are determined to succeed and have the confidence to do so. You tend to be in good health and you never look down on others. You are blessed with the ability to make decisions quickly.  

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Queen Alexandrine's Sapphire Tiara 💎 On display at Koldinghus for the exhibition Mary and the Crown Princesses as featured in the documentary Dronningens skatkammer (2022). Created in the late 1890's by the Russian court jeweller Bolin, it is a sapphire tiara, set with eight oval-cut sapphires, as well as numerous old mine- and single-cut diamonds. Originally a convertible bandeau, it was converted permanently into a tiara in the 1960's by Danish court jeweller A. Michelsen. The tiara was a present from Nicholas II of Russia and Alexandra Feodorovna to their cousin Princess Alexandrine of Mecklenburg-Schwerin for her wedding in 1898 to the future King Christian X of Denmark. In 1933, Alexandrine herself gave the tiara as a gift to her new daughter-in-law, Princess Caroline-Mathilde of Denmark, for her wedding to Christian and Alexandrine's youngest son, Knud, in 1933. After Caroline-Mathilde's death in 1995, the tiara was passed on to her youngest son, Christian, and his family, whose possession it was in until 2018 when it was auctioned off by Christian's three daughters, Camilla, Josephine and Feodora of Rosenborg. It was sold for 2.000.000 DKK to an unknown buyer. In 2020, it appeared in the Amalienborg Museum's Fabergé chamber and as of 2022, it features in Koldinghus' exhibition in honour of Crown Princess Mary of Denmark's 50th birthday. Its reappearance has prompted speculation that the buyer was none other than the Danish monarch, bringing the tiara back into the Danish royal family.