Application sample for a royal wave RP. Please disregard.

Application sample for "a royal wave" RP.

Please feel free to disregard. =]

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What defines royalty? Is it the inherent right to rule? Or the innate responsibility to make a country move with your decisions? What is it that defines blue-bloodedness? Is it the burden of being bound by the rules of the gentry and aristocracy simply to be a role model to the masses? To reflect on such vague and encompassing concept, is this not what the royalty do? Or should the people listed under the culture of supremacy be eternally people-oriented? To people who wear crowns, live in castles, and carry the sceptres of power, pride and dominance, every move is under the microscope and the camera lens no matter which country you are in.

And Zhang Yixing was no exception.

Because under the scrutiny of the world and of the people, royalty is suposed to be the icon of perfection.

What the people can never understand, however, is that royalty is anything but.

Soft touches on milky skin, a smirk under a dim moonlight, whispers of soft "I adore you"s and kisses rivalling those in the movies. This is what determines romance, a so-called romance to the powerful Prince of China.

"Moan my name." he whispered to a whimpering female's ear, in between the butterfly kisses he gently placed on the silky skin of her neck, her collarbones, and the flesh waiting for him below. His fingers were teasing her with soft caresses along her thighs, her sides, and with every whimper and plea he hears, he touches her more - closer and closer to her womanhood. Their bodies were already connected, but he moved inside her infinitely slowly simply because he wanted to prolong the wait, delay the gratification, and exercise his power. He closed his eyes as he felt every movement, slow s that tested his limits and brought him a pleasure he usually doesn't get.

But with a breathy "Yixing..." from her, he breathed deeply, only for a smirk to line his lips.

"What did you call me?"

The next moment, a loud sound of a slap echoed throughout the grandiose room, followed by the soft sobs of the female. Another moment passed, and glass was already breaking, and a bare female body was sprawled limp on the floor, fear in her eyes as the mentioned male slipped on his slack and went towards her, harshly gripping her chin and lowly asking. "I asked you, woman." He began. "And I expect an answer. What did you call me?!"

"I am sorry, your highness!" were supposedly her next words, and she would have finished those words had the male not held on to her hair instead and pulled it so hard that she screamed instead of spoke.

"Did I not tell you to call me Lay?!"

But there was no chance. With another moment passing, the female was already sprawled almost lifelessly on the marble floor of his room. And the prince did nothing but look... until after about a minute when he spoke again.

"I am cutting off the connections with that pleasure home. lose their manners just because a man enters them. Not my taste."

Royalty is anything but perfect, because perfection doesn't revel in pain.

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Note to the RP Admin:

I am actually a er for angst, but I know how to tone it down - as I am more passionate for and drama. I will do it should the situation ask. Thanks for reading. :)