#( OFOTRYGG. )

[crownprinceoliver-blog]

​❝ stop staring at me like that. ❞

Oliver leaned back against the pillows, a sly smile resting on his lips. “Like what?” he asked, sounding almost innocent. He watched his lover begin to get dressed and the smile turned into a pout. “Come back to bed, love,” he said, reaching a hand out. “Don’t leave me here to languish on my own.”

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@ofotrygg

Anxiety was not an emotion that Oliver frequently encountered. Nerves about his health, yes, but not over social interactions. Here, however, at this ball with Otrygg standing not twenty feet away for the first time in over a year, he was willing to admit that he was somewhat nervous. He couldn’t shake the feeling that what was between them had been a fluke; that he would only embarrass himself by trying to continue it. Otrygg had seemed quite enthusiastic in his ill-advised letters, but in person perhaps it was only foolishness. He looked around the ball once more and shook his head. Ridiculous. He was the future king of England, not a serving girl mooning over a lord. He approached the other man with a smile on his face. “Otrygg, my dear friend,” he exclaimed warmly.

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nymph, incubus

Nymph: What are you like when you’re by yourself?

I’m rarely by myself. There’s usually a servant or a guard with me. When I am, I suppose I’m calmer than I usually am. I like to read or spend time with my dogs.

Incubus: What would someone have to do to get in your pants?

Be a man. Beyond decisions of politics, I like people I can have fun with. Sometimes the formality gets a little old.