#Old random character sketches named King Ernest with his beloved Queen Lorelei out in the palace's garden after a feast for day 9

[mademoisellekalopsia]

Day 9: In The Garden of Royals

|| CONTENT WARNING || Exposed bear belly

Their highnesses hurried their way to their palace garden. There were two settled in their property, they went for their garden designed for them near their private quarters.

"Mmk!" A soft hiccup escaped from Ernest's lips, unbothered and unamused, taking another sip of his late night coffee.

His highness sighed after taking a heavy, hearty gulp.

"Oh, You have them…?" Lorelei, his beloved and majesty, was concerned, catching her breath a bit.

They made their way further into the garden, getting away from everything else, not literally. It was a long day, meeting with vassals, honoring knights, and meeting royals from neighboring kingdoms who have ventured far across continents.

"They are calmer ones." Another soft, muffled "Hmrk!" came out, a sigh and a hand on his chest.

They looked at Lorelei who had their arms crossed, and their face was painted in a flushed hue. Not because of the hitches, but also the way Ernest is just displaying his middle torso out, his robe untied, and his midriff presented with dignity, without fear of judgment.

The king noticed Lorelei's gazes, her eyes darting somewhere else as she spoke.

"Oh, good. I suppose you got them because we ran here. I'm sorry." She said in an apologetic, feigned shy tone in her voice.

She lifted a finger scratching her temple out of habit and slight feeling of fondness for their beloved.

Ernest let out a deep chuckle, his belly popping in and out a few times from the hiccups, shaking a wee bit whilst he chuckled. "No need to-hmpk! apologize, darling. Ha-ha. HUCK!-uh!, pardon me."

Lorelie offered a back rub, almost tending to his exposed belly, but she figured he must be full from the feast held earlier, so she didn't bother doing so.

In Ernest's perspective, he hoped for a belly rub instead, but he is not one to complain and he can settle for any rubs when he allows it, only for Lorelie.

"Still…and you'll get cold with your loose robe like that, dear." The queen replied and reasoned, her head down, thinking that they both might've ran too quick to get here to have their private moments and such.

Ernest, looked at her, a warm, soft smile pulled by his lips and evident under his majestic beard and haggard look on his face. He reassured her with a hand wrapped on her waist, holding her free hand. They were against each other's sides, he spasmed which Lorelei felt, letting an airy sigh of arousal, but she simmered it down to, in a trice, enjoy his company out in their nighttime garden walk. She did reason for his robe to be tied instead because she's feeling warm inside now, she will be confessing this later. For now, some quiet in the garden first.

The two royals settled by the pavement near a bush with flowers, Lorelei's favorite are the ones blossoming under the moonlit night. They stood with weariness and ease from each other's presence, looking afar to gaze at the loomed, celestial moon, the stars upon them, and the starlights down on earth that brought them peace.