- Pronouns
- she/her
Its even worse when you take into light that Henry is all for embarassing PDA when it comes to his family members.
Noblesse Oblige [Znt/SI]
- Location
- National Capital Region, USA
Don't assume an automatic pass, but yes, you're cleared.
Silver W. King
King of Adventures
- Location
- The Nasuverse
Holy crap, that's actually a pretty good argument.
EmpirePlayer
Anyone need some chaos?
- Location
- Penang
Actually. I just realized something. Henry refuses to consummate his marriage with Isabella. But he writes the good stuff.
Imagine this from her perspective. He, as far as she knows, did not have dalliances before the marriage. Her spies says he goes out for flights with Freedom. It is assured that he does nothing but walk and fly. But it is so easy to lose track of a flyer in the night sky. He is, for all intents and purposes untraceable once lost. So where the hell did he learn to write and describe acts of a R-17 nature so well? Could he be... cheating?
Imagine this from her perspective. He, as far as she knows, did not have dalliances before the marriage. Her spies says he goes out for flights with Freedom. It is assured that he does nothing but walk and fly. But it is so easy to lose track of a flyer in the night sky. He is, for all intents and purposes untraceable once lost. So where the hell did he learn to write and describe acts of a R-17 nature so well? Could he be... cheating?
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Italy clearly has some fucked up laws... More seriously, it was almost certainly meant to read "over" instead of "under".
I would be surprised if they didn't have contraceptive potions or spells.
That is part of what was on my mind when I mentioned war in an earlier post.
The little Crown Princess seems to be a bit vindictive if she annuls the marriage do to non-consummation.
She has a lot of power and a lot of Insulted Nobility on her behalf mite result in war from from such Her father would most likely back her.
To quote "Heav'n has no rage like love to hatred turn'd / Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd." he is tap dancing on that line.
The little Crown Princess seems to be a bit vindictive if she annuls the marriage do to non-consummation.
She has a lot of power and a lot of Insulted Nobility on her behalf mite result in war from from such Her father would most likely back her.
To quote "Heav'n has no rage like love to hatred turn'd / Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd." he is tap dancing on that line.
- Location
- Italy
well, Shade said that magic is considered a gift from the founder and tat there are things it is heretical to use magic for.(the example was digging sewers, IIRC)
It might be that use of magic for recreational sex is considered an mproper use for a divine gift.
Retsof
I will keep you safe.
i think these are the biggest things. Everyone in his life that he truly cares about are given liberal amounts of affection... except his wife.
- Location
- Lynn, MA
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Isabella be all like "Where the hell are all my head pats, hugs, and hand holding? I demand some affection from my husbando!"
and Henry be like "You're too young for anything but head pats, I don't want to hurt you."
then she be like "I want more than head pats! If you wont hug me and hold my hand, then I demand ten times more head pats, and you must read me stories, and tell me I'm pretty!"
Bakkasama
There is always a greater fool
- Location
- Buenos Aires, Argentina
- Pronouns
- He/his
Poor shade, he dug his own grave with those book of his. Look at her, she now has all these unreasonably high expectations for him to cover!
Silver W. King
King of Adventures
- Location
- The Nasuverse
...Say, what were his principles again? Basically the modern "don't do sexual stuff with minors", right? Or was there more to it?
Look I get that your trying to keep this story from being banned and all, but frankly this doesn't make sense. Look I said earlier that Henry is not behaving in a way that looks good from the perspective of the society he was raised in, and don't pretend that doesn't matter because twenty years of life renders a person unrecognizable. I mean five year old me would outright hate me. In fact five year old me would advocate my torture.
Hell, the me of twelve years ago would wish the same thing on the me of today. So everyone lets get this through our heads. Shade is not Henry. Shade is at the very least twenty years younger, and he has different mind altering chemicals messing with the hardware that that hosts his identity than Henry would; who is descended from all together different people.
Added to that this isn't fair, at all, to Isabella. At the very least Henry needs to explain to her, in detail, the source of his trepidation. I understand that the risk of complications from childbirth at a young age are staggering, that until recently she wasn't developed enough for any real attraction and that in his mind she is still in many ways the person he first met.
Isabella doesn't understand that because Henry hasn't taken the time to sit down and explain it to her. And the only logical conclusion I can make is that he is a weak and unwilling to deal with a few moments of personal unpleasantness to spare someone he professes to care about (at least somewhat) actual emotional trauma.
tl;dr the protagonist needs to get the fuck over himself and stop seeing everyone else as moronic children and explain his reasoning to other people.
Hell, the me of twelve years ago would wish the same thing on the me of today. So everyone lets get this through our heads. Shade is not Henry. Shade is at the very least twenty years younger, and he has different mind altering chemicals messing with the hardware that that hosts his identity than Henry would; who is descended from all together different people.
Added to that this isn't fair, at all, to Isabella. At the very least Henry needs to explain to her, in detail, the source of his trepidation. I understand that the risk of complications from childbirth at a young age are staggering, that until recently she wasn't developed enough for any real attraction and that in his mind she is still in many ways the person he first met.
Isabella doesn't understand that because Henry hasn't taken the time to sit down and explain it to her. And the only logical conclusion I can make is that he is a weak and unwilling to deal with a few moments of personal unpleasantness to spare someone he professes to care about (at least somewhat) actual emotional trauma.
tl;dr the protagonist needs to get the fuck over himself and stop seeing everyone else as moronic children and explain his reasoning to other people.
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This is actually a good point. Henry's constant denial might not seem much to him, but Isabella's gonna have insecurities about herself and self-esteem issues on top of it.
Misunderstandings can be avoided if he can just stop being vague about things and say it straight to her.
If she still keeps pushing for it, give her the bluntest, most TMI version of The Talk. With the absence of her mother and older female friends, and how useless Joseph was, no one's probably given her a proper version of The Talk yet.
Thing is this she could go she doesn't care about the risks and issues an ultimatum.
If he refuses he would be socially and politically dead any influence he had in Tristan and Gallia would be gone.
This would be grounds for his Father the Duke to disown him not that would happen but it would be crippling blow to the family prestige and influence.
If he refuses he would be socially and politically dead any influence he had in Tristan and Gallia would be gone.
This would be grounds for his Father the Duke to disown him not that would happen but it would be crippling blow to the family prestige and influence.
- Location
- space
Isn't shade some kind of admin now or something? He probably should be a good example and stuff no matter how much it doesn't make a believable story.
if he didn't mention the fact at every other chapter, the readers would be free to think whatever they wanted and the only problem would be a lack of heirs until she is of proper age for the site.
bus as he keep mentioning that they didn't did the act, this fact should bring its own repercussions in story and not be only a remainder that she is not of age for the site
yes he could do it and be on the good side, but as he doesn't want to appear to be infringing on the rules, the simple.fact that they didn't consummate the marriage should have some repercussion.
bus as he keep mentioning that they didn't did the act, this fact should bring its own repercussions in story and not be only a remainder that she is not of age for the site
yes he could do it and be on the good side, but as he doesn't want to appear to be infringing on the rules, the simple.fact that they didn't consummate the marriage should have some repercussion.
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- Pronouns
- she/her
There is a difference between ensuring a story doesn't violate the site guidelines and adding the literary equivalent of a neon sign over the censored subjects.
Is she not already? I vaguely remember seeing it mentioned when discussing the rules that there was a fic on here where it was blatantly clear Louise and Wardes were having sex and it never got in trouble.
Chapter Ninety-Eight
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Ninety-Eight
It was on the tenth night that the captain of the Griffin Guards was allowed to participate. I grinned broadly as I extended my arms and patted his shoulders at the same time. Much to Isabella's consternation, but it wasn't like I was going to bother with formalities after ten days of partying in which I had seen more than enough sugar and cream to feed a whole army of sumo wrestlers for all of their lifetimes. "Jean-Jacques! Just the man I wished to see!"
"Your grace," Jean-Jacques replied.
"Henry," I said with a sigh. "It's Hen. Ry. Hen, like the most perfect animal in the world, and Ry, like Rye, which is fundamental in the brewing of quite the alcoholic beverage. My name is made of the two most beautiful things in this world, Jean-Jacques, so please use it."
"Very well, Lord Henry," Jean-Jacques said with a small smile, "If that is your wish."
I pouted. "You make it sound like I must order you to do it or you wouldn't do it yourself. It's been so long!" I grinned. "You became the Captain of the griffin knights then?" as I asked, I looked up at the feathered hat.
"Indeed, I have been bestowed such an honor by her royal highness," as he said that and smiled, I nodded. I knew pretty well that he was the cardinal's favorite for a reason. "Even though this will keep me away from home a lot..." he sighed, "I can only hope my future wife won't be lonely-"
World, you're doing this on purpose.
World, you and I need to have a chat about how many things you're doing on purpose right about now. Listen here, world, if you don't want this, then by all means don't, but on the other hand-why?
"Ah, yes, the loneliness of a wife left without her husband by her bedside," Isabella said sweetly, linking once more her arm with mine, "Thankfully, that is not something we have to worry about henceforth, do we, Henry dear?"
"Of course not, my dear Isabella," I said with a nod. If the amount of kicks I received in my sleep were of any indication though, I'd need shin guards henceforth and forevermore. Or the hair tangled in my mouth. Or my arm being paralyzed from lack of blood flow. She was probably making up for the time we hadn't slept in the same bed, but-really, there were times I couldn't breathe and yet I also couldn't move.
Isabella giggled, "your marriage to Henry's sister will take place in just a few months' time," she added, "You may rest assured that we will find time in our schedule to participate."
"I am grateful for such an honor, your highness," Jean-Jacques said as he bowed to Isabella. When he stood back up, he smiled in the direction of an incoming Cardinal Mazarin. As I was sure the Cardinal had something politically-inclined to say, I simply took my half-step back by instinctive nature, and Isabella by her good nature -or her happy mood- decided to take the full brunt of politically oily speech from the Cardinal in question.
"Ah, your highness," Mazarin spoke, "It is heartwarming for such a humble cardinal to see the fostering of the alliance between Gallia and Tristain growing so fruitful-" Isabella, darling, he's all yours.
"Indeed!" Isabella piped in with a warm smile, pulling her set of shark teeth to the front. "As a holy cardinal, we heard much good has been done following your regency-should there be a need of help-"
And while the two spoke of words that meant perhaps little more than hot air -since nothing was written, or sworn by an oath- my eyes glanced towards Jean-Jacques with a look of bored resignation. His eyes were pretty much the same.
Perhaps we could ditch them both and leave them? My unspoken suggestion was met with a resigned eye-reply similar to a I do not have the out-of-jail card like you do, Henry. I wiggled my eyebrow in a sort of I could give you one. I have unlimited uses. To which Jean-Jacques replied with a twitch of his lips. As much as that would be amusing to behold, Henry, they will not talk all of the night hopefully. My sour smile was the last non-verbal answer I gave him. You don't know my wife, it seems.
Neither did the Cardinal though, but there was a reason he had been in line to become the next Pope, thus...
Well, it ended in a temporary draw.
When Isabella asked to dance after that, I was glad to oblige her. "We don't like the Cardinal," Isabella remarked. "Feeling so arrogant as to join our conversation-as if he were a king when he is in fact but a regent," she whispered that as we danced within the tent, fireworks going off in the distance. "Perhaps his arrogance is the reason he wasn't chosen as a Pope? You met the Pope, did you not? How was he?"
I hummed thoughtfully. "He was..." I said in the end. "A kind face, a warm smile...but I could not trust him, and I wouldn't trust him."
"He's the Pope," Isabella pointed out, "Why would you not trust the voice of the Holy Church, Henry? If not him, whose voice would you trust?"
"Yours," I replied calmly, and held back a wince as Isabella missed a step and got my poor right foot, "or your father's. The more time passes...the more I think the church should not meddle with the affairs of royalty."
"It is a surprisingly shared sentiment," Isabella whispered, "But please, keep your thoughts on these matters to yourself, my Henry."
"I will," I exhaled. "Only if you tell me yours."
Isabella blinked at that, and then grinned. "I...I believe that if the gods hadn't seen fit to put you on my path, then...I don't know. Things might have gone differently. That is why-even though I might not like some people of the church, and I know some of them are up to no good...I still think that the Gods should be respected and praised, if nothing else because they gave you to me."
"T-That...is surprisingly sweet of you to say," I replied.
Isabella grinned back. "That was a stammer I heard in your voice, my dear Henry," she giggled. "I find it unfair how you always praise me, but you never receive any praise in return," she gingerly clasped her hands against mine, and smiled brightly. "So...my dear Henry, know that I love you, your kindness, and your belief in the good within other people." She drew close and pecked my cheek, before brightly letting go of one of my hand since this motion of the dance required a light spin, I made her spin gently.
Gosh darn it if it was cheesy as hell. I needed to run damage control, because I was pretty sure I was turning quite crimson by the second -and it wasn't the wine.
My Italian soul was rubbing off on her, and with devastating results.
My wife wasn't allowed to be this cheeky!
It was on the tenth night that the captain of the Griffin Guards was allowed to participate. I grinned broadly as I extended my arms and patted his shoulders at the same time. Much to Isabella's consternation, but it wasn't like I was going to bother with formalities after ten days of partying in which I had seen more than enough sugar and cream to feed a whole army of sumo wrestlers for all of their lifetimes. "Jean-Jacques! Just the man I wished to see!"
"Your grace," Jean-Jacques replied.
"Henry," I said with a sigh. "It's Hen. Ry. Hen, like the most perfect animal in the world, and Ry, like Rye, which is fundamental in the brewing of quite the alcoholic beverage. My name is made of the two most beautiful things in this world, Jean-Jacques, so please use it."
"Very well, Lord Henry," Jean-Jacques said with a small smile, "If that is your wish."
I pouted. "You make it sound like I must order you to do it or you wouldn't do it yourself. It's been so long!" I grinned. "You became the Captain of the griffin knights then?" as I asked, I looked up at the feathered hat.
"Indeed, I have been bestowed such an honor by her royal highness," as he said that and smiled, I nodded. I knew pretty well that he was the cardinal's favorite for a reason. "Even though this will keep me away from home a lot..." he sighed, "I can only hope my future wife won't be lonely-"
World, you're doing this on purpose.
World, you and I need to have a chat about how many things you're doing on purpose right about now. Listen here, world, if you don't want this, then by all means don't, but on the other hand-why?
"Ah, yes, the loneliness of a wife left without her husband by her bedside," Isabella said sweetly, linking once more her arm with mine, "Thankfully, that is not something we have to worry about henceforth, do we, Henry dear?"
"Of course not, my dear Isabella," I said with a nod. If the amount of kicks I received in my sleep were of any indication though, I'd need shin guards henceforth and forevermore. Or the hair tangled in my mouth. Or my arm being paralyzed from lack of blood flow. She was probably making up for the time we hadn't slept in the same bed, but-really, there were times I couldn't breathe and yet I also couldn't move.
Isabella giggled, "your marriage to Henry's sister will take place in just a few months' time," she added, "You may rest assured that we will find time in our schedule to participate."
"I am grateful for such an honor, your highness," Jean-Jacques said as he bowed to Isabella. When he stood back up, he smiled in the direction of an incoming Cardinal Mazarin. As I was sure the Cardinal had something politically-inclined to say, I simply took my half-step back by instinctive nature, and Isabella by her good nature -or her happy mood- decided to take the full brunt of politically oily speech from the Cardinal in question.
"Ah, your highness," Mazarin spoke, "It is heartwarming for such a humble cardinal to see the fostering of the alliance between Gallia and Tristain growing so fruitful-" Isabella, darling, he's all yours.
"Indeed!" Isabella piped in with a warm smile, pulling her set of shark teeth to the front. "As a holy cardinal, we heard much good has been done following your regency-should there be a need of help-"
And while the two spoke of words that meant perhaps little more than hot air -since nothing was written, or sworn by an oath- my eyes glanced towards Jean-Jacques with a look of bored resignation. His eyes were pretty much the same.
Perhaps we could ditch them both and leave them? My unspoken suggestion was met with a resigned eye-reply similar to a I do not have the out-of-jail card like you do, Henry. I wiggled my eyebrow in a sort of I could give you one. I have unlimited uses. To which Jean-Jacques replied with a twitch of his lips. As much as that would be amusing to behold, Henry, they will not talk all of the night hopefully. My sour smile was the last non-verbal answer I gave him. You don't know my wife, it seems.
Neither did the Cardinal though, but there was a reason he had been in line to become the next Pope, thus...
Well, it ended in a temporary draw.
When Isabella asked to dance after that, I was glad to oblige her. "We don't like the Cardinal," Isabella remarked. "Feeling so arrogant as to join our conversation-as if he were a king when he is in fact but a regent," she whispered that as we danced within the tent, fireworks going off in the distance. "Perhaps his arrogance is the reason he wasn't chosen as a Pope? You met the Pope, did you not? How was he?"
I hummed thoughtfully. "He was..." I said in the end. "A kind face, a warm smile...but I could not trust him, and I wouldn't trust him."
"He's the Pope," Isabella pointed out, "Why would you not trust the voice of the Holy Church, Henry? If not him, whose voice would you trust?"
"Yours," I replied calmly, and held back a wince as Isabella missed a step and got my poor right foot, "or your father's. The more time passes...the more I think the church should not meddle with the affairs of royalty."
"It is a surprisingly shared sentiment," Isabella whispered, "But please, keep your thoughts on these matters to yourself, my Henry."
"I will," I exhaled. "Only if you tell me yours."
Isabella blinked at that, and then grinned. "I...I believe that if the gods hadn't seen fit to put you on my path, then...I don't know. Things might have gone differently. That is why-even though I might not like some people of the church, and I know some of them are up to no good...I still think that the Gods should be respected and praised, if nothing else because they gave you to me."
"T-That...is surprisingly sweet of you to say," I replied.
Isabella grinned back. "That was a stammer I heard in your voice, my dear Henry," she giggled. "I find it unfair how you always praise me, but you never receive any praise in return," she gingerly clasped her hands against mine, and smiled brightly. "So...my dear Henry, know that I love you, your kindness, and your belief in the good within other people." She drew close and pecked my cheek, before brightly letting go of one of my hand since this motion of the dance required a light spin, I made her spin gently.
Gosh darn it if it was cheesy as hell. I needed to run damage control, because I was pretty sure I was turning quite crimson by the second -and it wasn't the wine.
My Italian soul was rubbing off on her, and with devastating results.
My wife wasn't allowed to be this cheeky!
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Nix's Warden
Welcome to Hades
- Location
- United States
Be more cheeky Isabella! Be as cheeky as you can! That heartless man of yours deserves it!
- Location
- Canada
Considering one of the most read stories on this site, which is written by a moderator has two 14 year olds going at it like rabbits (off screen of course and never described) which is explicitly acknowledged in and is in face a plot point of the fic, I doubt it would be an issue.
Also, as previously mentioned, if Isabella is 15 in Halk years, she's actually 16.5 in terms of Earth years, which is how we would have to judge age for moral purposes.