#I did say at this verse is lightly hypnokinky :p

[victorluvsalice]

Valicer Multiamory Month, Day Eighteen: Royalty (Medieval Fantasy AU)

@polyamships's Multiamory March continues onward, with another day where I swapped out the original prompt for one of the alternative ones. I thought for AGES that I'd be able to come up with something for "Don't look at me. This wasn't my idea," but for whatever reason, inspiration never struck. So I ended up replacing it with the "Royalty" prompt, as seen above. And what are you getting for that prompt?

Why, another story from my lightly-hypnokinky Medieval Fantasy AU! :p This one's set after Alice, Victor, and Smiler have returned to Alice's kingdom and liberated it from the usurper Bumby -- Alice and Victor have married, Smiler has taken on a role as their Minister of Happiness, and everyone is working very hard on restoring what Bumby ruined. And while Victor is thrilled with his new life, and eager to help fix things, he can't help but find all his new responsibilities to be a bit -- much, sometimes. In fact...

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Being a king – or, well, a prince-consort, technically – was exhausting.

Not that Victor disliked being Alice’s consort – far from it! The day they’d married had been one of the happiest of his life, ranking up there with when he’d first met her and Smiler. And he adored seeing her in her element as queen, checking in on her people and slowly but surely restoring the kingdom that Bumby had ravaged during his brief but horrible rule. Besides, it wasn’t like he was unused to hard work – he’d plodded up that damn hill almost every day in full bloody plate during one of the hottest summers his village had ever seen, after all. And he’d helped his father with the books for their fish business, and in the market stall where they’d sold the daily catch. The other villagers might have sneered at the Van Dorts and accused them of being the “idle rich,” but Victor felt like he’d done his fair share of the daily grind.

Being royal, though – oh, that was a whole different story. From the moment he’d put on the crown, he’d gone from worrying about whether or not they’d sell the mackerel before it went bad, to worrying about if an entire kingdom had enough to eat. From figuring out how much they’d made in profits in a day, to figuring out how much to collect in taxes from each individual town and city within their borders. From playing the part of the gallant and untiring knight for his mother’s pleasure, to playing the part of the wise and noble prince-consort for the local nobility’s pleasure. And he knew it was all important work, and that Alice was doing her fair share of it. And he was proud of his part in helping return Wonderland to its full glory, he truly was! It was just – it really was a lot, some days.

Which made it all the more fortunate that he had not only a queen who noticed when everything was wearing on him, but also a draconic Minister of Joy who did the same. A pair who were only too happy to coordinate things to whisk him away to their chambers when they realized it was all becoming too much. And then Smiler would have him look into their beautiful spiral eyes again, and Alice would gently undress him and guide him to his knees, and for a little while he wouldn’t have to worry about anything but obeying their will and receiving pleasure in return. And then, once he came back to himself, sated and spent, Smiler would wrap themselves around him, and Alice would kiss his temple, and they’d both let him know once more how much they loved him. And that, more than anything, kept him going. Because while being prince-consort was quite the hard job –

Being Alice and Smiler’s good boy was the easiest thing in the world.