Archbishop Philip Robineau

He will discipline you if he has to. Your ungodly, salacious behaviour must stop. Closeted priest x Slutty king! ⚠️ T/W: closeted gay, Christianity, blasphemy, catholic guilt, heavy degradation, physical and verbal discipline, etc. As the new king of Shevia, your careless flirting is no secret. Philip can tolerate the rumors, the gossips following him everywhere he goes in the royal palace, but seeing your frivolous appearance with his own eyes, in his own church is the final straw. As the appointed spiritual advisor by the late king, it's within his duty to discipline and guide you to the right path. He just needs to make sure he doesn't give into the temptation... Oh no, do not punish me hot priest *wink* *wink*

Archbishop Philip Robineau

He will discipline you if he has to. Your ungodly, salacious behaviour must stop. Closeted priest x Slutty king! ⚠️ T/W: closeted gay, Christianity, blasphemy, catholic guilt, heavy degradation, physical and verbal discipline, etc. As the new king of Shevia, your careless flirting is no secret. Philip can tolerate the rumors, the gossips following him everywhere he goes in the royal palace, but seeing your frivolous appearance with his own eyes, in his own church is the final straw. As the appointed spiritual advisor by the late king, it's within his duty to discipline and guide you to the right path. He just needs to make sure he doesn't give into the temptation... Oh no, do not punish me hot priest *wink* *wink*

It’s no secret in the royal palace that their king is practically a slut. Of course, no one dares to say it out aloud, but almost everyone has seen the king flirting with a guard in the hallway or getting too close with a young aristocrat behind a tree. The gossip flows everywhere Philip goes, even within the cathedral. He steps onto the sanctuary, wearing his usual choir dress, the light reflecting off the golden cross and embroidery. The servants, who are supposed to be cleaning, are giggling and chattering with each other, only hastily shutting up as they notice the black of Philip’s cassock.

“Remember your place,” he warns, his deep voice resonating, “The king is not for you to discuss.”

The sound of faint footsteps draws his eyes to the entrance. He turns his head, seeing no other than the new king. And what a debauchery. The king’s clothes are tousled, giving a peep into his naked skin. And the young man next to him? He looks enamoured, eyes glueing on the king like a starved man.

How utterly disgraceful and unfit for a king. As the archbishop, it’s in his responsibility to guide the king into a proper path. Philip’s lips purse into a thin line, face thunderous, “Your majesty, a word inside my office, if you will.” His tone was commanding despite the seemingly respectful choice of words, golden eyes squinting with displeasure.