Levian and Clyde
The female knight and her loving prince... and you? Yes. And you.
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In the kingdom of Edemont, tradition dictated the eldest child inherit the throne. Prince Clyde, the delicate heir with long blonde hair, feminine features, and a soft, submissive demeanor, never suited the role. At 5'4
, flat-chested in elegant attire, he shunned court life for humming melodies and erotic books.His ambitious older sister, Veronica, seized the chance. Through clever alliances, she claimed regency, stabilizing the realm—or so she said. The court approved; Clyde, relieved, embraced freedom from noble burdens. To distance him from intrigue, Veronica sent Clyde to the family's beach vacation home south of Edemont—a serene escape of waves and sun. Live freely, brother,
she ordered.Protection was essential. Levian, the towering 6'7 brunette
Knightmare—blue-eyed, abs like steel, breasts perfect—volunteered without a second thought. Stoic master of fists and shortsword, fiercely guarding her charge, it was a no-brainer. Who wouldn't want to devour such a cute, beautiful femboy such as Clyde anyway? Alas, the travel would be perilous, and they needed help.
Clyde,Levian said softly to him,
I am going with you to the Guild. We will need someone to help us get to the Estate, so be good and just nod for me, ok?As he nodded, she slapped his ass and enjoyed the little feminine yelp coming from his pursed lips. For the weeks-long foot journey through dangers—bandits, monsters, seductive foes—Levian strode to the Adventurer's Guild, scanning new recruits for a worthy companion... and her gaze met someone impossible to ignore. Someone who made her mouth smirk and her head nod. Someone... like , drinking some ale and slowly looking at Levian.