Pegasus Boyfriend: Blumiere Part One (complete)

    I wake up early every day, just before sunrise when everything is still calm and quiet. Inside the castle, though, things have only just started. The staff is already getting busy and I am not the first to stir, not even by a long shot. I get up and give myself a quick wash before I dress and head out the door. I go directly to the kitchen where the tray is waiting on me.

    It’s a long way from the kitchen to the prince’s bedchamber. I take a lift from the staff floor and up into the quiet, dark corridor where the prince’s room is. I am the only one allowed to enter this hallway until noon when the prince fully wakes up for his day. As his personal attendant, I have certain clearance that other members of the royal staff don’t. I attend to the prince in the mornings, bringing him his breakfast and cleaning his room while he eats. I prepare his bath and help him bathe, then help him get dressed. I attend to his closet, keeping it organized and easy to search, although I’m really the only one who goes inside. I make his bed every day as well, which is not something he requests, but I know he likes.

    Blumiere is the Crown prince over the Pegasus and the lands of Braewood, a kingdom built high above the clouds where the Pegasus can fly. Humans like me had been rescued from the cruel mountain peaks and given a place in Braewood where we could live alongside the Pegasus. Saelmere Castle is where I live and work, I had been born in these walls and grew up here. I have known Prince Blumiere all my life, and it had been his request I served as his attendant. 

    I slip inside his room with the breakfast tray and I park it by his table. I open one set of curtains so I can see what I am doing. I set it up, placing his breakfast on the table and slicing his apple and peeling his orange. I then pour his coffee, adding the dash of whipped cream with cinnamon he so enjoys. 

    I go across the room to finish opening the curtains and I gaze out over the horizon. The towers of the Saelmere Castle rise above the clouds and the mountain peaks so only the Pegasus can reach them. The castle is built from the crystal found in the mountains, so when the sun hits it just right, everything glows in a radiance I’ve never seen elsewhere.

    I then go over to Blumiere’s bed, where the canopy has been drawn tight. I slip my fingers into the curtains and hear a dark growl from within.

    “You open those and I will kill you,” the prince snarls from within.

    “Oh?” I snap my hand to my waist. “And if you kill me, who will attend to you then? Who knows you better than I? You kill me, you’ll suffer for months until someone else can learn you even half as well as I know you.”

    “It is a risk I am willing to take.”

    I scoff. “And who will you complain to in the meantime? My ghost?”

    “I assume you would haunt me. You’re cruel like that.”

    I smirk at the curtains and hook my fingers so that glimmers of light pour into the bed. I hear Blumiere’s frustrated huffing and puffing from within, as well as him pulling his blankets over himself.

    I open the curtains and look down at him huddled under the covers. “That’s not the only thing I do for you, you know?” I crawl onto the bed, inching closer to him. “I do so much more than just attend to a spoiled, bratty prince.”

    Blumiere stirs under the covers.

    I run my hand up his leg and thigh along the down comforter. “I also take care of a needy, romantic man whom I adore.”

    “Who might that be?” Blumiere chuckles.

    I rip back the comforter and gaze into his beautiful face. I dip down, kissing him and tangling my fingers in his long hair. He wraps his strong arms around me, pulling me down into the bed with him. 

    “If you killed me, who would kiss you good morning?” I purr.

    Blumiere smirks at me, his features are long and angled. His cheekbones are sharp and his eyes are wide and a vibrant violet. His lashes are so long, they make me jealous. “I doubt I would find someone else who kisses quite as well as you, my dear.” He steals another kiss. “But I am certain there are many who would want to kiss me.”

    I pet down his chest, letting my fingers get lost in the icy blue curls there. “Don’t be disappointed if you can’t.”

    Blumiere and I have been carrying on a love affair since my nineteenth birthday. His gift to me was a kiss I had been desiring since I was thirteen, and it was better than anything I had ever been given. Ever since then, I have been serving as his personal attendant, as well as his lover. All my life, Blumiere has looked out for me. After the death of my mother, he was the one who helped me through my grief. He was kind and attentive, and I fell in love with him over and over since childhood.

    “Your breakfast will get cold if you don’t stop.” I stretch out as his kisses move along my jaw and down my neck. 

    “What I want to eat will stay hot for me.” His tongue laps up my neck as he moans into my ear. “I dreamed about you last night.”

    I smirk and push him away. “When don’t you?”

    Blumiere grins. “Don’t you ever dream about me? Don’t you ever wake up longing for my touch?”

    “I am not a horny prince.” I manage to escape his grasp and sit up. “I can control myself. Now go eat.” I point over to the table. 

    Blumiere grabs my hand and kisses each fingertip. “I want to taste you more than coffee.”

    I pinch his nose and he snorts, rearing his head back. “I hate it when you do that!” He cups his big hands over his face.

    I blow him a kiss and slip off the bed. “If you clean your plate, I’ll give you a reward,” I say as I start picking up his floor. 

    He scoffs and goes to the table. He picks up his coffee and sips it so that whipped cream dabs the tip of his nose. “You say that like I’m a child.”

    “Perhaps you are,” I smirk back at him. “If I bring down cold uneaten food again, they’re going to start talking more than they already do.”

    Blumiere grumbles under his breath. He snatches up some of the apple and chomps away at it. I clean up the floor, picking up his dirty clothes, as well as some packages that had arrived for him yesterday. 

    “Do you never open your mail?” I scoff.

    “I know who they’re from and I don’t care.” Blumiere replies.

    I look over the addresses and see what he means. They’re both from royals who are attempting to court Blumiere. I frown, feeling a twinge of jealousy. They can afford to send Blumiere expensive and wonderful gifts. Meanwhile, I’ve been toiling over a scarf for months now. Just so I can have something to give him on his birthday.

    I set the packages aside and go into the bathroom to start his bath. I fill the tub and add in Blumiere’s preferred blend of oils, bath salts, and other things. I roll up my sleeve to stir everything together. 

    “Why don’t you strip and join me?” 

    I look up to see Blumiere watching me from the doorway. He’s naked and grinning. The skin on his top half was a deep olive mottled with pure white, like clouds on a foggy morning. His lower half is a radiant blue with the same mottled white spots. His hair and tail are a shimmering gold, like the rays of the sun through a window. All Pegasus are born blank and once they’re exposed to the sky, they take on the qualities of the day around them. Blumiere had been born on a cloudy day, just as the sun was peeking through the clouds. He is beautiful and strong, very much what you’d expect from a prince.

    I scoff and roll my eyes. “No, no, you get in this water. I have to wash your hair today.”

    Blumiere comes up behind me and wraps an arm around my waist. He dips his head down, kissing the nape of my neck. He knows this is my weak spot. The nape of my neck, as well as my back, is sensitive to his touch, but especially his kisses.

    “Blum, wait-” I moan, but I’m already succumbing to him.

    “Have I told you I love you today?” He whispers.

    I whimper and put my hand over his. “No. But I love you, anyways.”

    Blumiere turns me around and kisses me. His strong hands rub down my waist and onto my hips. “It’ll be easier to wash me if you join me in the tub.” He smirks, thinking he’s so clever. “I can scrub your back.”

    I bite his plump bottom lip and tug. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

    “I would love it.” He licks his lip. “You know what else I could do for you?”

    I arch a brow. “Oh, and what’s that?”

    Blumiere grins and wiggles his brows. “I’ll make you cum.”

    I smack my palm over his face and push him away. “You woke up determined this morning.” I turn off the water and point to it. “Get in.” I start unbuttoning my blouse.

    Blumiere grins and stomps his hooves excitedly. “Really? Are you?”

    “Just get in the water,” I scoff.

    The tub is oblong, going wider at one end. It’s massive too, almost the size of my room in the staff quarters. Big enough to fit a bed and a storage closet. I strip down and sit on the edge, dipping my feet and legs into the water. Blumiere’s strong hands rub my feet and knead up my calves. He looks at me with his big, beautiful eyes before dipping down to kiss my thighs and belly. I run my fingers through his hair and rub behind his pointed ears. 

    Blumiere nuzzles between my breasts and rests his head there. “How do you always smell so sweet?” He murmurs. His fingers knead my mound gently, rubbing through the thicket of curls there.

    “Because you make me bathe with you every morning.” I moan as his fingers rub against my slit. My plump mound squishes between his fingers.

    “It’s not that,” he moans. “It’s something better than that.” He tilts his chin up and I meet his kiss. I suck his tongue and drag my fingers down along his scalp and neck. 

    Blumiere’s fingers slip inside me and I moan softly. “I need to wash your hair.”

    “Braid it and no one will know.” He kisses my breasts as his fingers move inside me. He then grabs me, pulling me close so I’m leaning over his shoulder. One hand kneads and squeezes my rear while the other works to make me weak and needy.

    “Blumiere,” I mewl.

    “Cum for me and I’ll let you go,” he pants. “I know you’re close.” He kisses my side and strokes his hand up my back.

    My lashes flutter as I feel his fingers deep inside. I squeeze around them as fireworks spark and crackle in my brain. I grunt and rut my hips, thrusting them back against his fingers until my legs go weak and I completely use Blumiere for support.

    Blumiere eases me down into the water and kisses me. “Much better.” He kisses my cheek and settles me between his front legs. 

    I huff, knowing I let him move me way too easily. I try to remain strong every morning, and yet he always gets me. Some days we both touch, other days I only touch him, and days like today, he only touches me. We’ve been lovers for years, but only use our hands and mouths. I have not yet let us go all the way because once we do, then that makes Blumiere and I mates for life. If that were to happen, that could mean trouble for Blumiere, so much so he could even lose the throne. Although, he doesn’t seem to care about that. He asks me often to become his mate, but each time I say no, I think he understands.

    Blumiere’s strong hands rub me down with soap, washing my shoulder and down my arms. “I love how strong your arms are.”

    “They’re strong from carrying you every day.” I lean back against his chest with a smile on my face.

    “Someone has to.” He kisses the top of my head. 

    I stand up from the water and begin to wash his hair. I turn on the spigot, letting the shower dampen his locks. Blumiere kisses my belly and nuzzles to it as I massage his scalp and lather the soap. 

    “I wish we could stay like this,” he murmurs. “I wish I could keep you in my bed all night so we didn’t have to part.”

    “I know, but-” I frown and try to push away my own wants. “Close your eyes. I have to rinse your hair out.”

    After the bath, I comb out both his hair and tail. I then dry myself off as Blumiere watches me. His hand brushes against my hip and then presses against the curve of my waist and he kisses my forehead.

    “We need to get you ready for the day.” I press my palm to his chest, running my fingers through the dense curls there. He’s still a little damp, but only because of all his body hair.

    “Can’t I just fake being sick and we can stay in bed all day?” He whispers.

    “No,” I grump. “Not before the big party.”

    Blumiere scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Fucking party,” he grumbles low. “Only a gathering of sycophants and ass kissers.”

    “Oh, come on now.” I say as I get dressed again. “You have friends that will be there. You haven’t seen Dolan in a long time.”

    “Yes, but if he’s here, then so is his bratty little sister. And he’s been pushing her on me since before I could count, so I can’t place an exact number on how many times that is.” He goes back over to the table to pick at his food and finish his coffee, which by now is for sure cold.

    “Amala is a very nice lady.” When she wants to be, I mean. 

    “You’re not a very good liar, Aisling,” Blumiere scoffs. “You know just as much as I do, she’s the worst of the worst. And if I have to marry someone as vain and shallow as her, I’d rather the throne go to my cousin.”

    “Otoile would hate that.” I bring out Blumiere’s clothes for the day and lay them out on the bed. 

    “I don’t care,” Blumiere grumbles. He looks at me with a sullen, kicked puppy expression. “If I have to marry anyone besides you, I will do anything to escape it.” He cups my cheek. “It makes me sick to my stomach even thinking about touching someone else.”

    I hold his hand against my cheek. “I know,” I sigh. “Even those packages over there make me angry. Just thinking that you’ll have to-” He places his finger over my lips to quiet me.

    “Don’t think it.” He shakes his head. “Don’t even consider it. Know that you’re the only one I want. The only soul I want to share.”

    I sniffle and kiss his fingertip. “I know, Blum.”

    He dips down, kissing me. Blumiere then gets dressed and we leave together. Already, the palace is in a frenzy as everything for the party is getting set up and ready. Outside, Marlivaur is preparing the knights. They’re all wearing their dress armor and going over the schedule for the evening.

    “If only you all could look this good every day,” Blumiere teases.

    “The same could be said about you, dear prince.” Marlivaur bows dramatically and the two share a laugh. 

    Tall and dark grey, his eyes are pitch black and his hair is dusky silver.  Marlivaur had been born during a horrible storm and was left abandoned on the street. He is Head Knight of Braewood, an honor for a Pegasus who had grown up on the streets and worked his way through the military. Marlivaur is a hero, as well as Blumiere’s closest friend. It had been Marlivaur, who as a young man, had risked his life trying to save the missing prince, Clotaire, from his kidnappers, only to return having suffered severe injuries, which included the loss of an arm. It was a miracle his wings survived, usually those were the first things to be attacked on a Pegasus.

    “I do hope he’s treating you well, Aisling.” Marlivaur laughs. He pulls me to his side and I stand there, resting my head to his side.

    “If only a handsome knight would save me,” I laugh.

    Blumiere scoffs. “Not funny.”

    Marlivaur grins and gives me a squeeze. “I would much rather steal one of my own men than your attendant.” He winks at me, but I stay by his side. Marlivaur has the most calming presence, something odd for such a powerful warrior. 

    “I know you’d rather have me,” Blumiere grins and poses.

    Marlivaur smirks down at me, then flicks his tail as he turns back to the prince. “Once long ago, when I was a much more foolish man.”

    Blumiere scoffs and shakes his head. “Low blow.”

    “Only for my prince.” Marlivaur turns back to the knights. “Do not treat the prince as I do. He doesn’t fear you the way he fears me.”

    The knights laugh as Blumiere stomps his hooves. “You do realize men have been killed for lesser things. Insulting a prince would be nothing to blink at.”

    “I would believe you if it wasn’t you telling me this.” Both then start laughing and chuckling. 

    “I best finish preparing the knights for tonight. Some of them haven’t had to guard one of these parties before.” Marlivaur turns me back over to Blumiere. 

    Blumiere then looks at the knights. “Beware those holding a glass and be even more wary of the ones who are not. Keep an eye on the server carrying the cream puffs tray. Every year, one gets maimed, and every year, we have to find new staff.”

    We walk away, going through the gardens, where Blumiere often goes to hide from the hustle and bustle of a normal day at the palace. 

    “I wish Mother was back,” Blumiere scoffs. “I cannot wait for her to return from visiting her sister.”

    “Have you heard word on your new nephew and niece?” I ask.

    “Not yet,” Blumiere takes a flower from the garden and tucks it behind my ear. “Only that my mother wants either a new child or grandchildren. Guess which my father prefers?”

    I sigh and take hold of his hand. “I’m sorry I’m just a prisoner here.”

    “You are not a prisoner,” Blumiere scoffs. “I don’t care what the cause of you being here is. Only that you are here.”

    I frown and look down at the ground. “It doesn’t help me look better in anyone’s eyes. I know once people start arriving for the party, they’ll all just whisper about the daughter of the Harvester.”

    Blumiere grasps my shoulders. “That’s not who you are. That’s not even who your mother was,” he whispers urgently.

    “I hate these parties,” I grumble. “I hate the whispering.”

    “Then don’t listen.” Blumiere cups his hands around my ears. “They whisper about everyone. Even my mother, even about Marlivaur. They don’t care about anyone they can’t see in a mirror.”

    “I know, I know.” I grab his wrists and push his hands down. “Once tonight is over, I’ll feel better.”

    Blumiere kisses my forehead. “Me too.”

    I hate watching the castle fill with familiar strangers. People I have known for ages, but still remain these vague posh figures. They all flood into the castle, drinking as much as they can while attempting to make an impression and favor with any of the Royals in the castle.

    I have to watch as Blumiere is swarmed by willing suitors. He wears the mask of someone who is flattered, but I can see in his eyes how miserable he is. Like he said, his old friend, Dolan, is trying to push his sister, Amala, on him.

    Amala is beautiful, but beyond that and a good education, there isn’t much to her except the desire to marry and live a life of luxury. She’s been duped into thinking that’s all she can do or else I know she would be capable of more and better things.

    Dolan leaves Blumiere and Amala, and approaches me while I’m serving wine. “Let me get a couple of those.” He takes two cups from me and his eyes dart over me in a way I don’t like. “Man, Royals get all the good humans.”

    I sigh and look away, turning to serve wine to someone else. 

    Dolan leaves, handing wine off to his sister and Blumiere. After that, Blumiere excuses himself and walks away. Dolan and Amala both look a little anxious and they walk back towards me.

    “You put it in there, right?” Amala asks.

    “Yeah,” Dolan huffs. “I don’t like this, Amala.”

    She scoffs. “Otoile told me it’ll act fast. Once all is said and done, we’ll marry and he’ll take the throne.”

    I gasp and drop everything I’m holding. I rush through the crowd, pushing and ripping through people until I find Blumiere and rip the goblet from his hands and toss it aside. It’s empty.

    Blumiere stares down at me. “Aisling? What’s wrong?”

    “The wine!” I gasp. “It was-”

    A scream rings out through the ballroom. I turn, seeing Amala screeching loudly as Dolan picks something up from the floor. 

    “This just fell from that human’s pocket! She poisoned the wine!” Dolan announces.

    I gasp and turn to Blumiere. “No! No, they did it-” I’m suddenly grabbed from behind. “Blumiere! I didn’t-”

    Suddenly, Blumiere falls to his knees and clutches his stomach. “What’s happening?”

    “No!” I scream as I’m wrenched back from the crowd.

    “I saw it,” Dolan continues to shout. “She dropped it! She poisoned the prince!”

    “No! I would never! It wasn’t me!” I struggle, but fall limp as the crowd swarms around Blumiere as he starts to scream in agony. “Blumiere?” I cry. “Blumiere!”

    I’m taken to one of the cells that the towers hold. I’m high above the world in a small dark room where only Pegasus can reach me. I know I am doomed. After all, I have fate against me. No one is going to have a hard time believing the daughter of the Harvester was trying to murder the prince.

    I have no idea if Blumiere is alive or not. I don’t know how much of that poison Dolan and Amala used. I’m wracked with guilt and worry. I would happily trade away my life to make sure Blumiere survived and was ok. But all I can do is cry and pray.

    During the night, my door opens and Marlivaur steps inside. “Oh, Aisling.”

    I rush to him, wrapping my arms around him and sobbing. “Is he ok? Please! Tell me he’s alright!”

    He hushes me and strokes my hair, putting his one arm around me. “I’m afraid the news isn’t good. He’s alive, but he’s suffering horribly.”

    I weep into my hands. “Marlivaur, you have to believe me! I didn’t do anything to him. I would never do anything to Blumiere!”

    “I know.” He wipes away my tears. “I don’t know what more I can tell them to make them see. But-”

    I hiccup and whimper. “My mother.”

    Marlivaur sighs. “They used you for a reason. They knew exactly what they were doing. I’m doing my best to protect you, I promise.”

    I nod. “I know, I just wish-” I blink hot, painful tears from my eyes. “I just want him to be ok!”

    Marlivaur kneels and hugs me tight.

    Before I was born, my father got extremely sick. My mother had heard rumors that the horns from male Pegasus could cure any illness. She used her pregnancy to lure Pegasus into a trap and she would try and take their horns. She was desperate and not thinking, she just wanted to find a way to save the love of her life. But she found, to her misery, that the horns lost their power when taken and not naturally shed. My father died and my mother was taken prisoner. She gave birth to me in a cell very much like the one I’m in now. Blumiere’s mother, Queen Giovannia, had just lost her youngest son and took pity on my mother. 

    My mother was to serve her sentence as a servant to the royal family. Queen Giovannia, grieving for the loss of her son, often took me from my mother while she worked. Giovannia and my mother became close in their shared pain and loss. They were good friends, even up until the end when my mother passed. Her sentence was given to me, but only because Giovannia wanted to protect me. She knew if I was removed from the palace, I would have no place in the world.

    Now what would she think of me? Would she see I was being framed or would she only see her suffering son and the fingers pointing at me? I weep horribly, thinking about how Giovannia could turn against me when she returns home. I wouldn’t blame her for hating me. After all the trust and love she gave me, only to think I was spitting in her face. But I love her son as much as she does, I would rather die than Blumiere.

    Marlivaur comes to me every day, once in the morning, and again in the evening. He brings me my food and updates on Blumiere’s condition.

    “He is not faring well still,” Marlivaur replies. “The queen is coming home as fast as she can. I know she will see reason. You just have to hold on.”

    “I don’t care for myself,” I whisper. “Please. Tell me more about Blumiere.” I squeeze Marlivaur’s hand so tight. 

    His expression is conflicted and tight. “I don’t want to place any more burden on your shoulders.”

I shake my head. “Please. It’s all I have right now.”

Marlivaur frowns and looks down “He asks for you,” he whispers. “He screams and begs and cries for you.”

Tears roll down my cheeks. “Oh, my poor Blumiere.”

Marlivaur blinks tears from his eyes as well. His breath shudders as he opens his mouth to speak. “I think if he saw you, he would start to heal. But they won’t even consider it. He’s not fighting it. He’s lost the will to.” He sniffles and rests his head on my shoulder.

I hug Marlivaur tight. “Tell him I’m with him,” I whisper. “Please. Go now and tell him I’m always there.” I take from my pocket a wilted flower, the same one Blumiere put in my hair before the party. I place it in Marlivaur’s palm and close his fingers over it.

“Give this to him. Please,” I beg.

Marlivaur nods and rises. “What about you?”

I shake my head. “He’s all that matters.”