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“Write a trashy story, but make it sound noble”
Presenting this challenge prompt at the request of a fellow writer. Most likes wins :)
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AndyBetz

Nobler than I

Nobler than I

December 02, 2024

Today, I agreed to be married

I have never met the young prince

I know not what features he holds

I know not of his disposition

I know not of his temperament

He knows none of these of mine

I marry not for love, but for unity

Two Kingdoms shall breathe as one

Two armies will not draw swords in haste

All soldiers will go home to rest

All diplomats will also

All because I say, “I do.”

He will take me as his betrothed

I will vow to obey his commands

I hear his commands are licentious at best

Positively wanton and immoral, at worst

But I must partake in such activities

For he will be my husband

On the first night, witnesses will view

They demand a child of our union

Chairs circumvent our bed

I have been warned of this practice

The proof of conception, for me, comes at birth

The proof of conception, for him, comes when he does

The bed also features a series of restraints

Used to secure my position and willingness

I have no ability to object to this ritual

But I will

If and only if

He fails to perform as advertised

He is a nocturnal adventurer

Seeking to make deposits in various ports

For the audience so accustomed to the norm

Tonight

Of all nights

Will raise more questions than spirits

My husband denies me my breathing

He guides my head to ensure proper alignment

I suffer

I struggle

I convulse

But, I endure and then smile, asking for more

This enrages him

He wants me to “lay back and think of England”

I want him to look me in the eyes

I wrap my thighs around his girth

I am stronger

He will finish after I am finished

When he does finish

I am just beginning

My fingers are firmer than his appendage

I grease my fingers for my assault on him

A hush falls over the crowd

A moan is all anyone hears

Somewhere in the village dell

Somewhere amongst the morning bells

A crowd of onlookers remember the smells

A crowd not so close remember the yells

A single bride files away, “what will gel”

And a single groom succumbs to his belle