Chapter: SIX The journey to the eastern border would take a full day of hard riding. Due to the morning’s activities, they had set out in the afternoon, and when the desert sun dipped below the horizon, plunging the world into an inky, star-dusted blackness, the horses could go no further. They made camp in the lee of a sandstone cliff, the men quickly building a fire whose flames danced like captured demons. The scent of roasting desert hare and flatbread filled the air, a comforting contrast to the vast, empty silence of the dunes. Keith remained in the carriage, and Mars, after a moment’s hesitation, stayed with him. Not because he enjoyed the confinement- to be honest, the carriage was surprisingly spacious, lined with cushioned seats of deep crimson silk and smelling of leather and Keith’s distinctive sandalwood scent- but because the alternative was a circle of hardened warriors who looked at him as if he were a strange insect. Keith had his eyes closed for the entire journey, an
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Chapter: FIVE When Mars woke, the room was bright with morning light. He had slept so deeply he momentarily forgot where he was, thinking he was ten years old again, his mother gently shaking his shoulder to wake him for school. "Just five more minutes," he mumbled, his eyes still closed, grabbing the arm attached to the hand on his shoulder and nuzzling against it. Keith, who had been about to rouse him, could only stare, dumbfounded. Deciding against his usual behaviour, he simply pulled his arm away and left the boy to his slumber. He dressed in his formal attire; a white linen kilt, a leather corselet, and a heavy gold collar, and went to meet with his father as appointed. As he approached the king's study, Charlotte emerged, her cheeks flushed. She was surprised to see him and offered a deep bow, a warm, practiced smile on her lips. "I was delivering breakfast to your father, Your Highness," she explained, her voice a little too breathless. Keith ignored her and entered. Ki
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Chapter: FOUR The world spun. He shook his head, trying to quell the rising panic. He had to calm down. He swallowed, thinking of all the insolent things he’d said to the most feared man in the kingdom. He swallowed again, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. He had to get out. But how? Why the hell was he even here? The scene that just happened was from the third chapter- Charlotte pleading to His Highness. The Grandmasters' event was the fourth, a pivotal moment where Charlotte, through her own machinations, would finally persuade a reluctant Keith to take her, setting her scheme for the crown into motion. "What are you thinking so deeply about, hmm?" Mars jumped. Keith was now standing directly in front of him, his towering height casting a long shadow. He leaned over, caging Mars in the chair. "N-nothing..." Mars cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact. A strong, calloused hand shot out, grabbing his chin with bruising force. Mars winced, his ow
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Chapter: THREE "What... what-" he coughed, his fingers clawing uselessly at the hand constricting his windpipe. "What are you doing here, hmm?" the prince asked, his voice a low, deadly whisper. "I was just sightseeing, you dumb ass... ack!" The pressure increased slightly. Keith looked dumbfounded. Even in this mortal peril, the foreigner had the gall to curse him. For a reason Mars couldn't fathom, the prince released him, letting him drop to the floor in a gasping, sputtering heap. His mass of black curls was a wild mess around his face as he glared up, tears of pain and frustration pricking his eyes. Effortlessly, Keith bent and picked him up again, this time by the waist, and flung him back over his shoulder. "Let me go, you brute!" Mars yelled, his struggles as effective as they had been the night before. Keith’s grip was immovable as he carried him into a nearby room and dropped him onto the floor with a jarring thud. "Ow..." Mars groaned, climbing to his feet. He met Keit
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Chapter: TWO The archaic phrasing was so absurd it took a moment to register. "Are you insane?!" Mars exclaimed, his voice hoarse. Struggling was futile; the man’s grip was like iron. The man’s eyes, a startling, sharp green,widened then narrowed at the boy. "Is that the way to speak to-" "Shut up!" Mars snapped, the dam of his composure breaking. "I don't know where I am, and I'm hungry. Do you think I have the energy to deal with you?" Tears, his ever-present betrayers, welled in his light blue eyes, and a flush of pink spread across his pale cheeks and nose. He was tired, scared, and so, so hungry. "You're a man," the stranger said, his tone shifting from threatening to deeply amused. "Why are you crying?" "Excuse me," Mars sniffled, trying to twist away. "And why do you think I would let you go, hmm?" The arm tightened, pulling him impossibly closer. 'What the fuck is wrong with this guy?' Mars thought, despair washing over him. "Uh, I don't know... basic human
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Chapter: ONE The poor boy trembled beneath the much larger man, his breath catching in short, frantic bursts. “Y- your Highness…” he whispered, but his voice quickly dissolved into panicked murmurs as the prince’s shadow loomed dangerously over him. Whatever happened next was swift, unseen, and brutal. A sharp crack echoed through the chamber, and the boy’s body fell still. The prince exhaled as if merely inconvenienced. The old attendant, Hamid, entered without so much as a blink, lifting the limp body with practiced ease. “I instructed you to bring me one who knows silence,” the prince said, his tone velvety yet ice-cold. “My apologies, Your Highness,” the attendant replied, bowing before carrying the corpse away. Another boy was pushed inside. The prince gestured lazily for him to approach. Cautiously, the boy stalked over. When he was within arm's reach, His highness pulled him downwards and shoved his cock down the new boy's throat. "If I'm not able to get off, you
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