At the foot of the grand court, Lysandra waited, dressed in a white and brown gown with fine embroidery. A large hat shielded her from the sun’s ray while a maid stood behind her, holding an umbrella over her head.Her face lit up when she spotted Nathaniel descending the steps. With a graceful stride, she approached him, a gentle smile blooming on her lips.“Prince Nathaniel.” She greeted, her cheeks tinged with a soft rosy hue.“Princess.” Nathaniel bowed, but she quickly waved her hand dismissively.“There is no need to bow. We are friends.”“Take it as my sincere appreciation for your help.” He countered.Lysandra tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her smile deepening. “The pleasure is mine.”“You must be here to see Prince Ashton.” Nathaniel guessed, glancing at the court.“No.” She took a step forward. “I came to see you.”“Me?” Nathaniel asked, slightly taken aback. The princess nodded.“I have a gift for you.”She faced her servant and collected a small purple box.
Nathan crouched on the luxurious sofa, his fingers creaking as he flexed them, and lips slightly parted. The office around him felt distant, hollow—his mind was trapped in the vivid echoes of the previous night.Sarang beneath him, his lips warm and pliant as Nathan kissed him deeply, trailing lower to worship the delicate column of his neck. His collarbone flushed pink under the attention, his body trembling with every teasing touch. Soft moans and breathy mewls spilled from his lips, each sound a sweet surrender—until he could take no more. With a sudden push, Sarang forced Nathan onto the bed.Dropping to his knees, Sarang reached for Nathaniel’s trousers. He peeled the fabric down and Nathan’s bulging cock sprung up, smacking Sarang’s cheek.Sarang stilled, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red. Tentatively, he reached out, wrapping his fingers around Nathaniel’s cock, his touch soft, unsure. Precum coated his fingertips, warm and slick.Their eyes met. Sarang’s blue gaze shimmer
Lucian tightened his grip on the sword. For a moment, he said nothing. Then, his stance shifted. and widened his stance. Nathaniel raised his sword, and they walked in circle, eyes locked on each other like predators. Lucian took a step and sprinted with a speed that caused Nathaniel to jerk for a second but quickly recollect himself.Nathaniel lifted his blade once more. They circled each other like predators, eyes locked, tension thick in the air. Then Lucian moved.He took a step forward and sprinted with a speed that made Nathaniel jerk in reflex. Nathaniel barely caught himself, shifting his weight just in time to meet the strike.The force of it sent a shudder up his arms.Lucian didn’t ease up. His blows came faster, heavier—so precise they left no opening to strike back. Nathaniel could barely keep up, his sword arm trembling from the impact. Every block sent sharp vibrations through his bones.He raised his sword to block another swing, but Lucian kicked the sword against his
Swords clashed, ringing through the air as sweat glistened on the bodies of the two young men locked in combat. Grunts and sharp exhales punctuated the rhythmic strikes, each movement precise yet laced with competitive banter. Sarang observed Nathaniel and his sparring partner, Gregory, with mild disinterest. To him, they looked like children playing war with sharp sticks, though he had to applaud their skill and strength in wielding such heavy weapons with such ease.Nathaniel’s sword moved with fierce precision and Gregory’s defence held for a time, but under the sheer force of Nathaniel’s strikes, it eventually crumbled. With a one final swing, Nathaniel knocked Gregory onto his ass, his sword poised at his friend’s throat.“My victory, Greg.” Nathaniel declared, lowering his sword. He extended a hand to Gregory and pulled him up.“Good match,” Gregory panted, clapping Nathaniel on the back. “Next time, the win will be mine”Nathaniel smirked, brushing damp strands of hair from his
Nathaniel arrived late to dinner. He sat in the seat across Sarang, who heeded his food, deliberately ignoring him. Nathaniel slowly picked up his spoon, casting a long, sombre gaze at Sarang before he stated eating.Sarang, unfazed, finished his portion in silence. He dabbed his mouth with a napkin, then turned to Lucian.“Thank you for the food, Master.” He said with a soft smile and stood up. He bowed politely then left the dining room.Nathaniel immediately rose to follow. “Excuse me.”“Stay.” Lucian interjected smoothly. “Let us talk, you just arrived.”“Surely, it can wait.”“It will not,” Lucian replied, spearing a piece of fish with his fork. He lifted it to his mouth, then added, “Not if you want Sarang to forgive you.”Nathaniel eyed his father suspiciously and sank back into his seat.“You should eat more.” Lucian suggested, setting his cutlery down.“I’m not hungry.” Nathaniel muttered.Silence stretched between them. It had been a long time since father and son sat togeth
A little past evening, Nathaniel returned home, his eyes drooping with exhaustion. The viscount’s hospitality had been impeccable, but his daughters were by far the most obnoxious women he had ever encountered. Their relentless fawning and desperate, simpering smiles only solidified his disinterest in them.He reached for the doorknob, twisting it open, and stepped inside. Sarang sat on his bed, arms folded, gaze sharp with anger. Nathan quietly shut the door behind him.Without a word, Sarang lifted the crumbled paper in his hand and read aloud. “It is without a doubt that this season’s finest bachelor is an enigma from the household of the Grand Duke of Eldoria, Prince Nathaniel Blackwell. A young alpha whose presence has ignited a grand stir in the ton and fervent passion in the hearts of hopeful youths. But why now, and more intriguingly, for whom? Whispers travel that this mysterious gentleman seeks one thing–a diamond. A princess, no less. Should yours truly believe his diamond