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 Forbidden: A story of Medieval Gay Love

   by M.K.  Dorfi.  (C) M.K.  Dorfi.No unauthorized selling.Post as you
please but do not sell.



   It was another of those days.Everything felt like a living hell.  One of
my mother's pathetic attempts at finding me a suitable bride ,one of those
corny parties where women for the whole country and others would try to win
my affection,was fast approaching.  I had yet to find a woman that suited
me.  I couldn't even find myself interested in the parties.  Most of my
male servants said repeatedly that they would line all of the women up and
see which one could suck best.  I would constantly yell at them for making
such remarks.  Women of the 1400's are not given the biggest respect but
they shouldn't be spoken to like that.  I finally decided to get up.  The
morning bells where ringing and my servants where bustling in and out of
the room.

   I went down stairs to find my father on his usual power-trip.  He was
yelling at the head servant for firing Jubi (Our house girl).  She was an
87 year old egyptian woman who could barely stand on her own two feet any
more.  "Father, please calm down." I said rolling my eyes."The woman needs
to be gone.  She is about to become incable of serving any longer."

   "Well, Jonathan, what do you suppose we should do?" he asked me, temper
still flaring.

   "Well, there are plenty of peasants out there who would love to have a
job in the palace.  Darius can find a suitable house servant in no time." I
shot.  Father relaxed.

   "I agree.  I do believe you will be a fine king one day." he said with a
bright grin.

   "Father, I must go to the stables.I would like to check on the horses."

   "Alright.  Your mother will expect you in when the church bell rings at
dark."

   "Yes ,Father." I hurried past an enteurage of people trying to clothe me
and cape me and finally got outside.  I went to the stables to check on the
horses.  They where all fine ,as I knew, I just wanted to get out of the
palace.I hated the palace.  Yes, one day I did wish to be king, but I did
not desire the palace right now.  I wanted to walk around with the peasants
and to be able to go somewhere without a servant at my side.  I wanted
something normal in my life.

   Hours passed and I sat lonely in the stables all day.  I went into the
ballroom where my mother was preparing for the ladies of refinement to
mingle and one become my queen.  I gave her a kiss on the cheek and she
stopped her flitting.  "Ah, my Jonathan.  Now, aren't you glad to have your
mother here to help find a suitable bride?"

   "Yes I am." i said blandly.  But I knew that it pleased her to feel like
I needed her.  I began to walk and she stayed right beside me.

   "Ok.We want to find a very wealthy girl.  Someone with talent, beauty,
and money." she said.

   "Of course." i rolled my eyes.  My mother is a beautiful person who had
best intentions for me but she only had one thing she was looking for. 
MONEY.

   At the dinner table that night I found myself extremely hungry.  With no
breakfast or lunch, I was starved.  My father broke the silence of my
mother and I eating ferociously (she must have been planning too much to
eat).  "Darius found a new house servant."

   "Splendid." my mother said.  "What is she like?"

   "Actually it is a he.  His name is Tristian.He is a very nice young man.
He worked with his mother until she was killed in their home country.  "

   "Home country?" I asked, pretending to be interested.

   "Yes,he is from Greece."

   "Splendid." my mother said."They are always such handsome yound men over
there."

   My father cleared his throat but he was just being father.  He knew
mother meant nothing by it.

   "I am going up to bed." I said.

   "So soon?" my mother asked.

   "I got quite tired playing with the horses.  I will see you both in the
morning."

   "Remember to bathe.  You don't want to smell like horses when the ladies
arrive."

   "I know." I hiffed.

   My room was lit by candles burning in lamps in every corner of the room.
My bed looked so soft.I was ready to sleep.I woke the next morning with a
strange man standing in my room.  He looked 18.  Maybe 19.  He could not be
over my age (17) .  He said,"Prince Jonathan, you must get up and start
your bathing.  We have filled a tub for you." I jumped awake.

   "You must be Tristian."

   "Yes." he smiled.  There was something about him that caught me as
different.  I got up and went to bathe.

   The guests began to pour in.  Finally it was time.  I had to dance with
every unmarried woman in the room, with the exception of servant girls.I
was just as bored as usual.  The women of England bored me the same now as
they had at last month's ball.  Everyone went to their homes after at least
six hours of dancing and pretending to be interested in every word I or my
parents said.  I went up to my room, telling my mother I would have a
choice for her in one week.  I decided it was time.  Pick the woman who did
not bore you as much as the others and marry her.  I needed to please her
and be done with this.

   I got in my,once again, candle-lit room and slid into bed.  I looked up
as Tristian walked in to blow out the lamps.  "Good nigh, sir." he said.

   "Good night, Trystian.Oh, and do not call me sir.  I am Jonathan."

   "But isn't that..."

   "Don't worry about it." I smiled at him.  Finally a normal guy around
here.That must have been what I felt was different about him.  I coaxed him
over and we talked for hours.When the rooster crowed he jumped up.

   "Sir,I must go.We have to serve breakfast."

   "What did I say about calling me sir?" I asked jokingly.  He smiled and
left the room.

   At the breakfast table mother kept trying to feel me out to see if she
could find out who I had chosen.  She would pop a ladie's name up in a
conversation to see what my reaction was.  Finally she said something that
perked me up."How do you like Trystian?"

   "Oh, I Like him fine.  He is probably the best breath of fresh air we've
had around here lately."I smiled.

   "Well, I do believe you have found yourself a new friend.I don't think
I've ever seen you so excited about someone." she laughed.  I then realised
that.  I wasn't just feeling that he was normal, or that we where friends,
I was in love with him.  His perfect green eyes, black hair ,and tanned
skin.  His erfect muscle tones that where visible through the shirts that
he wore.  I was enticed with him and his body.  I had never ever felt this
way about anything.  I yearned.  My heart felt like it would explode.

   "Jonathan, are you alright, dear?  You look so pale." my mother said.Her
eyes looked me over with concern and suspicion.

   "I'm fine.I just feel a little sick.I think I need to go to my room." i
got up and ran out of the room.

   Back in my room I shut the door.  I started thinking out loud.  I needed
to get it all out in the air.  "This is impossible.  Physically as well. 
No man loves another man.  But I do so quiver when I see Trystian's body.
When he speaks to me and smiles his lovely smile.  He is my true love.  How
can that be though?  Men do not fall in love with other men.  My father
would have me beheaded if he knew of this.  He would behead my love as
well." I sat down on my bed and did not know what to do.  I had always been
more inclined to be around men than women and I was so confused.  1432 is
not a gay era.  Nothing like this happens.  I began to cry.  To weep.  I
cried until I couldn't any more then I fell asleep.  I woke up and it was
dark out.  I stood and went to my window.  Mother and father must be in bed
now.  Their window is not lit.  Trystian then entered my room.  My heart
jumped.  My love.  My beautiful Greek love.  I dare not confess this, he
may turn me in.

   "You are finally awake." he grinned his beautiful grin."In the mood to
show me around the castle?" he asked.

   "Sure." i said.

   We walked around the castle for hours.  He pointed at a door and said,
"Let's go down there."

   "Why do you want to go in the dungeon?" i asked.

   "I have always wanted to go into one."

   "There are no prisoners down there.  Just empty cells and darkness." i
said.

   "Oh, come on.  What will it harm?" I could not refuse my beautiful
love's wish.I opened the door and told the guard to go stand at the front
gate.  He was only happy to go to the gates where he would have company. 
With no one in the dungeon there was no excitement for him.  We trudged
down 124 steps and where in the darkest pit of the dungeon.  It was lit by
at least fifteen torches.  The cells where empty and the air was damp and
cold.  I was tired and sat down at the guard's usual table.  Trystian made
me stand up again.

   "What?" i asked grumpily.

   "It's not physically impossible." he said.  My mind exploded.

   "WHAT?!?!?" I screamed.  He kissed me gently on my lips and carressed my
cheeks.His tongue soon intruded and i began to massage it with mine.  I had
never experienced such a charge.

   "I heard you in your room.  I love you to." He said and began kissing me
again.We breathed heavier and heavier.  "I have been thinking all day about
how we can consumate our love.  I got an Idea."

   "What?" I asked.

   "You'll have to tell me whether you want to use a condom?"

   "Lining from the belly of a goat, or sinew from someone killed by my
father's army touching me and wrapped around your penis.  No thank you."

   "Ok." he shuddered as he lifted me onto the table and pulled my pants
down just a little.  "I am only going to pull your pants down a little so
we can jump up and be dressed fast if someone is approaching." he said.  He
shuddered and my penis stood straight in the air.I had never done anything
sexual before.  Not at all.  He pulled off his shirt and lay it under my
head on the hard table.  I nearly lost it when his chest was revealed.  It
was a perfect chest.  With ,suprisingly,no hair.  I knew that trick as
well. I would shave my body hair off as well with a knife when I bathed. 
He took no time for foreplay.  We didn't have much time.  The sun was
starting to shine faintly through a window at the top of the stairs and the
guards would be back soon.  He pulled his cock out of his pants and let it
hang free.  It was not hanging though.  I was huge.  My 7 inches looked
small next to his.  It was at least ten inches and extremely thick.  I
wondered what we where going to do.  I still thought of it as physically
impossible.  I wondered what he was doing with me laying on a table with my
pants pulled down only revealing my cock and my ass.  He had no sooner
pulled out his gigantic hard-on than he came toward me.  I was eager to see
what he was gonna do with that monster.  Suddenly something hurt.  My ass
felt full and started to feel fuller and fuller.  I tilted my head up to
see him slowly pushing his huge cock in me.

   "What the hell are you doing?" I screamed.  He breathed heavy and kept
pushing.  It hurt so bad.  Finally he was all the way inside me.  I could
feel his balls against my ass and his pubic his scratching my ass hole
along with the pain of the enormous width of the stick.  He pulled out and
I actually missed the feeling of being full.  The head was still in me
though.  I placed my hand on his hard ass which was barely covered by the
tight pants he was wearing and pulled him toward me.  He pushed in and his
eleven inches filled me again.  His body almost fell loose.  He then pulled
out and pushed back in.

   It still hurt but then he said, "I love you." in a meak voice and I said
it back.  As soon as Love came out of my mouth he began to pummel my hole.
I wouldn't doubt if the entire kingdom could hear his gigantic balls
slapping my ass.  He bent over me and I hugged him.  He steadily pistoned
in and out of my ass as I hugged him and held him tight to my chest pulling
on his hair.  Suddenly I felt a feeling i had never felt before.  It was
not pain, it was this tension that was about to explode.  I thought I was
going to die.  I thought him fucking my ass had burst me open and was going
to kill me.  Suddenly jolts of pleasure flew through my body.  He pistoned
faster and faster,never stopping.  My dick jerked and shot a clear liquid
in between us.  I could feel it as he moved over my belly.  He finally
stated jerking and his balls got tight and his pace got even faster and
clumsier.  He was fully assaulting my ass.  He screamed, "Oh, it's so
tight. It feels so good." another burst of the liquid came gushing out of
my cock making me ripple with desire as my ass stretched wider as he tried
to squeeze his whole body in.  Suddenly the liquid I had been shooting shot
up into me.  We became one.  His cock grew larger in my ass.  Probably
reaching a full 12 inches, and he shot spurt afer spurt of that liquid into
me.  I felt so warm inside.  Full and in love.  He stopped pistoning and we
kissed again.  He pulled his dick out of me and you could hear a pop as it
exited.  I did not want this to end.He pulled his pants over his used no
longer a virgin cock and put his shirt on.  He sat me up and gave me a kiss
on the lips.He hugged me and then gave me his beaming smile.  "I Love you
Jonathan."

   "I love you ,too.  Thankyou for finding a way for us to make this real."
I almost cried I was so in love with this beautiful young man.

   "Don't cry.  Did I hurt you?" he asked with concern.

   "No.  It felt amazing after I could fit you inside me.  There is nothing
more amazing than having you inside of me."

   "I loved being inside you." he kissed me again then I stood and pulled
my pants up.  We held hand as we walked up the stairs.  We kissed one last
time and then stepped back into reality.  I went into the dining hall where
my mother and father where just entering.

   "Well, aren't your up early today.I would be after such a long sleep."
my father said.

   "Oh my goodness, dear!  What on earth?  Did you fall into a puddle?" she
asked pointing at my pants.

   "What?" I asked, completely oblivious.  She walked over to me and looked
at me.

   "Well, you are walking funny and this mess!" she exclaimed.  I looked at
my butt.  It was copletely wet around the hole and there where several runs
down my leg.  I had completely forgotten about the liquid he shot into me.
I was so embarrassed.And my ass was still soar from the earlier assault
that made my love my lover.

   "Um , yes.  I went into the dungeon and fell into something wet." I
attempted to brush it off.

   "My goodness.This is disgusting.  All over your legs and..."

   "Woman, leave the boy be." my father laughed.  He would not have been
laughing if he knew the truth.

   The next few days I was unable to see my beloved.I had to take a trip to
France where I was forced to meet girl after girl.  My father was insistant
on me announcing my "bride" in three days.  When we where back from France
the first thing I did was run to the stables to see Trystian.  We locked
into an embrace and kissed each other long and hard.  "Oh, Johnathan, too
bad we can not wed."

   "I know." I nearly began to cry.

   "Don't cry my love." he brushed his finger through my hair then squeezed
my ass through my tights.  I ran my hands under his shirt and over his
pecs. He sat down on a hay stack and I sat in his lap.  He pulled my pants
down just enough to reveal my ass and he popped out his huge cock.  He
picked me up lightly and sat me on it.  It didn't hurt as much to be
entered this time but I did feel a little twinge.  I began sliding up and
down on his cock.  My body gave in to all the sensations I was feeling. 
Damn my father.  If he walked in now, I'd be beheaded but did not care.  I
started moving up and down faster, the large fuckmeat getting a little more
swollen every minute.  I began to orgasm when he spewed.  This load was
larger than the first one.  He must have been waiting for me.  Not even
masturbating.  We kissed as I shot my load and he continued emptying his
seed into me.  I searched his mouth with my tongue like there was something
in it that would provide the answer to all problems.  I loved my dear Greek
god.

   It was no time before the ball was upon us and it was nearing my time to
announce my queen.  I wished that I could express my love for Trystian. 
Never.  I wish he could be mine forever but it could never be.  I was
silling to be killed for this herressy bu I did not want to do this to him.
He would be killed the same.  I continnued my moping until we got moments
alone at night.

   It was the night of the ball.  Princesses poured into the palace as well
as their fathers to talk relations and fix wedding hopes with my father. 
My mother most of the women with interest and some gleefully.  She saw a
few that she thought were insects to be smashed by a servant.  She would
never do that with her shoes.  I walked up to the first one that I saw
dissaproval of.  My moter immediately cut off my path and veered me to
Princess Von Alisburgh of some new empire.  I felt so bored by her
conversation.  I knew that I could feel nothing for these girls.  All were
either my age or younger, but they seemed disgusting to me.  All I wanted
was Trystian.  I slowly slipped away after the squeeky girl had spilled her
drink and been so embarrassed that she had burst into tears.  I walked over
to the same girl that my mother had tried to keep me from.  She grinned
stupidly then asked me a series of stupid questions.  Later my mother, as
well as the other girls in the room, looked in disgust as we danced and I
could not help but laugh at her.  She was a very humerous.  She kept
telling joke after joke.  My mother was looking faint when we sat at the
table with each other.  I found that the woman was Princess Christiana
LeVeax.  She was a very friendly girl witha long, flowing, brown mane.  She
had a very bright smile that lit up the entire room to me.  She seemed like
someone I could e great friends with.  Married to...never...  Friends,
definitely.

   After the "feast", or whatever you wish to call it, all princesses went
to a room and their fathers to theirs.  After the night was over, I would
have to announce my decision.  I was so frustrated and my eyes would fill
with tears at the thought of leaving Trystian behind.  I would pace and
pace.  Finally I decided to go see him.  I walked down the hall and down
the grand staircase.  Sneaking past the guards I slipped out of the castle.
I had to see Trystian.  I pushed through the door to his small cottage.  I
had a grin on my face that I could feel rip to my ears until I saw it. 
Trystian was laying on his back with Princess Inger Mor's servant girl
jumping up and down on his cock.  Trystian had a look of shock on his face
when he saw me.  The servant girl said, "What are you doing here?  Royals
never come to the Servant Quarters!" She ran out with an angry look across
her face.

   "Johnathan!  It..."

   "What?  What was it?  Huh?  How the hell can you do this to me?" I burst
into tears so unfit for a prince.  I ran out as fast as I could.  I ran and
ran forever.  I ended up in the dungeon.  There were three men in there.  I
released them and they let out joyous yelps and ran up the stairs into the
light.  I sat on a stool and stared at the table were Trystian and I had
first made love.  I wanted to drive a sword through my heart.

   Suddenly, like wind blowing in the dark, a soft voice echoed in the
room. "Prince Johnathan." I was shocked as the concerned face of Princess
Christiana came out of the darkness from the staircase.  "Are you alright?"

   "Uh...uh...Princess..."

   "What is the matter?"

   "Umm...nothing.  I'm fine."

   "Sure you are.  You'll have to pardon my non belief."

   "It's ok.  I'm just having a bad night."

   "Understandable.  Shall I help you?"

   "With what?"

   "Your decision of course."

   "What are you talking about?"

   "Here." she moved over to me and lifted her dress.  She sat in my lap
and pulled out my cock.  It was hard because of being touched and felt very
nice as I entered her contracting pussy.  She yelped as my dick met her
maidenhead.  She grimaced as she continued down and ruptured the skin
barrier.  I grimaced at the thought of the blood on the scene.  Disgusting.
I could feel my cock go limp.  She looked at me pained.  "Am I not
attractive?  Am I just so disgusting?"

   "No.  No.  I just....I am not in a sexual mood." I said.  The truth
being, I would rather be entered than I wanted to enter someone.  She stood
and walked up the hundreds of stairs very slowly.  I reached for a rag on
the floor to clean the disgusting mixture of female lubrication and blood
off of my cock.  I felt utterly disgusted at the thought of fucking a
female.  I didn't understand how Trystian could have done it.  It was so
different.

   I stood up myself and turned to leave when a fourth prisoner, that I
hadn't noticed, called to me.  "Sire.  Could I beg that you let me out?" I
thought that I should pay him the same courtesy I had paid the rest.  I
opened the door to his cell and he stepped into the torch light.  I was
stunned.  He was beautiful.  He was a young spanish boy.  He looked at
least a year or so older than I.  "Thankyou sire." he said bowing.

   "No need for that.  You look extremely young.  What crime had you
commited?" he looked at me shyly and tried to cover his exposed chest,
which I could not help but notice was very well built.  He was compltetely
beautiful.  He looked at me through his brown eyes.

   "Sir, I was caught having sex with me dear friend."

   "What, shall I ask, is wrong with that?"

   "My friend is a man.  He is 20 and was leaving to fight so we decided to
consumate our feelings for each other."

   "Oh." I said.  I was now lusting for him more.  I hated to exploit his
pain but I wondered if he would fuck me.  "So when were you caught?"

   "Yesterday.  We were in the middle so I feel as if my balls are bruised.
I have needed release but refused to do it in front of these other
scoundrels.  I am sure this is too much information for you so I will just
make my leave." he said shying back.

   "No." I said.  "No.  I will help." he looked at me with shock.  He face
looked adorabkle when he looked at me that way.  I walked to him and
slipped down his pants.  His member was pounding.  I loved it.  It was at
least an inch longer than Trystian and much ticker.  I slid my mouth over
it.  I suctioned to it and licked up and down it.  It was too long to fit
in my mouth but it is not for lack of trying.  I tryed to force it down my
throat and then he started bucking into me.  He grabbed my head and started
pushed me into his crotch as he slammed his dick down my mouth.  He moaned
and I felt his balls snatch up.  I pulled off fast.

   "Please no!" he said as I backed away.  I pulled off all of my clothes
and stood naked before him.  His eyes went wide with lust.  He knew better
than to lunge at me.  He held himself still and I looked over his own
exposed, smooth, teen body.  He had browned skin and his cock was thumping.
I Grabbed his hand and led him to the table where I lay on my back and
sread my legs.  He kissed my mouth and guided his larger than life dick
head to my hole.  I sighed at the feel of it.  He entered me slowly.  It
was sooo painful.  I knew he had a much larger dick than Trystian.  He
pumped only seven times until his cock exploded leaking the largest load
ever into my ass.  He fell onto me then pulled out.  He kneeled on his
knees and kissed my ass hole.  He began to lick my hole.  He was cleaning
his own cum out of my ass.  I tensed and shot a load into the air.  He then
licked up my load off of my chest.  I lay in pure bliss when I felt him
dissappear.  I looked up to see him run out of the dungeons upstairs door.
I felt so sad.  I was empty.  I didn't have a loving hand on me.  A loving
cock inside me.  I wanted Trystsian back so bad.  He had hurt me so bad.  I
decided it was time to go to bed.  I had to do the most painful thing ever
tomorrow.  I walked up the staircase, and shut the door to the dungeons.  I
slowly walked up the stairs to my bedroom.  A guard looked at me funny.  I
had been walking with no clothes on.  He raised his eyebrow at the cum
oozing on my leg.  I went into my room and pushed it shut.



   The morning air was buzzing as my mother popped in gleefully. 
"Jonathan," she sang as she threw open the drapes around my bed."Good lord,
Dear.  Did you get hot?" she asked as she saw my naked ass cover with a
sheet fast.

   "Yes mother." I said nervously.  I hoped I hadn't left a stain of my
spanish lover's boy juice.

   "Oh, twas horrid this morrow."

   "Huh?"

   "Four prisoners escaped in the night.  They had to behead one this
morning."

   "Really?" I was sad that I had made that happen."Why?"

   "It was so sad.  A nineteen year old boy named Marco Loreno.  A young
spanish boy.  Quite good looking.  Well...with his head he was." I teared
up.  I also felt dirty with his seed still swimming in me and my leg still
sticky with his cum.  I was filled with the seed of a dead boy.

   "He was saying that he had bedded you.  Dreadful boy.  He had already
been caught bedding another man.  To think he could bed a man, no less a
royal."

   "Yeah." I said waving my hand for a servant to come over.  "Mother, I
must dress." i said.

   "Oh, do not be shamed.  I have already seen your nude body."

   "Not since I became of age."

   "True." she grinned and walked out.

   The servant handed me my clothes and then left as I dressed.  After I
dressed I headed out of my room and down the grand stairs into the dining
hall where everyone would be eagerly awiating my announcement.  A hand then
came from nowhere and pulled me into a dark nook of the castle which I had
never been in.  I looked around the dark room to see who had pulled me.  A
single candle began to flicker in the center of the room and I could see
Trystian's face appear above it.

   "What do you want?" I growled.

   "My dear Prince...please..." he pleaded and grabbed my arm.

   "Remove your arm!" I snapped, yet he persisted like noone I have ever
seen do before.

   "Please Johnathan.  I love you!" his eyes began to water as did mine.  I
couldn't resist crying.

   "Why then?  Why did you sleep with that girl?"

   "You were about to make the choice to stay in hiding and marry, I
thought I may as well begin my learning to love a woman."

   "Well?" I asked in a snappy manner.

   "It was not there.  I felt nothing.  The kiss, the sex, the body, the
feelings were not there!" I lost my erection and she had gotten angry at me
just before you walked in.  The only way I got hard was thinking about
you!"

   "But, Trystian, there is nothing we can do about it!"

   "Abdicate the throne!  Please, I beg you...find some way...marry and
keep me as a staff!"

   "I wish I could!  I love you.  Those girls...they are just a show for my
parents." I was crying uncontrollably now.  I took him by the hand in a
whim of passion and began to pull down my pants and his.  I leaned against
the wall and lifted my legs around him as he placed his cock at my asshole.
He pushed in with ease.  I saw a look of confusion on his face.  I knew he
was shocked when he came in contact with Marco's cum.  He kissed me deeply
and began passionate thrusts into me.  Hard earth- shattering thrusts.  In
fast, out slow.  He sped up and I felt my cum rising.  I blew a large load
onto his face.  He licked around his mouth to get at it.

   He said "Mmmm." just as he sped up more.  The sound of his balls
slapping my ass and my groans could probably be heard all around the
castle, but neither of us cared.  He tensed up and grabbed my ass shooting
his seed into me along with the remnants of last night.I could hear him
yell and then breathing.  As his breathing quieted I could hear his heart
and the steady drip drip of cum from my ass.  We clinged to one another and
began to cry.  His large dick was soft in me but I never wanted it to
leave. I had made up my mind.  I knew what I had to do.

   My father was poised proudly at the breakfast table where all of nobles
and their daughters were smiling and dining.  My father glanced over at the
stairs and saw me coming down.  "Ah, my son, Ladies and Gentlemen.  Good
morning." All stood and bowed.  I took my place by father and mother.  "My
son, have you made the decision for your queen?" everyone looked at me
eagerly.  I stood.

   "I choose to be the queen." I said.  Everyone looked confused then burst
into laughter.  My father slapped the table and my mother had to put down
her wine at fear of spilling it in her fits of laughter.  I hated being
known for my humor at this point.  They thought i was joking!  Damn!  "I am
being serious.  I am willing to lose my head at saying that I wish to marry
Trystian.  My king." i beckoned him over and we kissed.  The room was
silent.  My mother let out a slight cry and receded into a small enteurage
that engulfed her so the crowd could not see her crying.  My father began
to cough on the eggs he was eating.

   After a moment of silence, with the acception of crying girls, my father
stood and asked very uncomfortably, "Are you in love?" and gulped.

   "Oh yes father!" I said in desperation.  I was holding onto Trystian's
arm as tight as possible.  He just whispered small "Shhh...calm down..."
phrases in my ear.  My father looked at me with an uncomfortable warmth. 
It made an awkward expression on his face.

   "Very well then.  You will be married in a fortnight." I was shocked but
I was so happy that I had to kiss Trystian.  We kissed so hard.  My father
was known for having a more liberal kingdom but he was more understanding
than I would have thought.

   Trystian and I were married.  It was the first royal wedding where both
of the participants were wearing the prince's seal.  We were Prince
Trystian and Prince Johnathan.  My mother died just four weeks later of a
consumption.  My father was killed two months later in battle.  Trystian
and I became the kings.  Our kingdom was named Oubislania by the people
(Land of Two Kings).  Trystian and I had a long happy life together.  We
had four children by servant girls.  Basically, life has been amazing. 
Last year, my love died of a fever.  He was Forty-three.  I have been
diagnosed with a consumption.  The doctors have said that you can feel the
lump like an orange in my stumoch.  They say I will go in a short time. 
Tomorrow is my Forty-second birthday.  My children who are 21,17, 12, 9 are
all at peace.  Our daughter (21) is married with three children, our eldest
son and next king (17) is married to a man like we were and will run the
kingdom the same, the young children (both sons) have been sent to the
country home where they will reside for the next few years of their lives.
My beloved and I will be resting side by side.

   "Doctor Romuk!  I can't believe this.  I found this journal in between
the pair over here.  These graves are not of brothers!  They were married.
Kings Johnathan and Trystian, Kings David and Ronald, and Kings Alexander
and Anthony were all married and the children of the other!" said Preston
Reed.  A twenty-seven year old historian.  He had found the journal of King
Trystian of Oubislania.

   "This is amazing." said the old Dr.Romuk as he read the journal.  "The
country was ruled by homosexual kings in union until the end of the
empire."

   "I know.  Isn't is great!"

   "Yes Preston.  It is fabulous." he said, beaming.

   "Gives me some hope, honestly." Preston said with warmth in his heart.

   "How is Nathan?"

   "We are getting married next month."

   "Well, here is the perfect example for you."

   "Yeah.  I think we should come here together for our honeymoon.  I want
to tell him this story right in this spot.  Preston beamed his beautiful
smile in the thought of his beautiful fiance at home in New York.  "Some
things are just destiny."