Se connecterThe spy crouched low behind the thick hedge, as he watched the two men at Jacob’s cottage. He had expected a quick meeting, between the Crown Prince and some commoner. Instead, he saw something forbidden in their kingdom.Atlas grabbed Jacob like a drowning man reaching for air. Their mouths crashed together in a desperate, messy kiss, tongues sliding, hands gripping shirts, bodies pressing. Jacob shoved Atlas against the rough wooden wall, one thick thigh sliding between the prince’s legs. Atlas moaned softly into the kiss completely lost. The prince who was always so composed in public, looked wrecked, his fingers tangled in the farmer’s dark hair, pulling him closer as if he’d die without the contact.The spy’s eyes narrowed. This wasn’t a casual fuck. This was a man in love, reckless and burning. The way Atlas clung to Jacob, the way his body surrendered… it was deeper than lust. The spy slipped away silently before the men finally broke apart, because he had seen enough. More th
Atlas stood frozen outside Jacob’s wooden door for minutes and did not knock. He could hear their voices from inside the house, Jacob’s mother was yelling something about the stew not thickening fast enough, his younger siblings laughing and teasing each other, plates clattering, and Jacob’s deep voice trying to play referee.Going to Jacob’s house and knocking on it were two different things, and the second one required him to be a kind of person he was not entirely sure he was yet.He had faced crowds at royal banquets, tense political meetings and stone-faced generals during military ceremonies. Yet here he was, terrified of a simple family dinner.What the hell am I doing? he thought. He finally convinced himself and knocked. The door swung open and Jacob appeared, looking handsome in a simple linen shirt with sleeves rolled up, exposing those strong forearms Atlas loved feeling around him.“You came,” Jacob said softly, with relief and joy lighting up his eyes. Jacob’s mum appe
The afternoon sun bathed Jacob’s garden in warm gold. Atlas leaned against a wooden fence with his arms crossed and a playful smirk on his lips as he watched Jacob prune the rose bushes with those strong, calloused hands that had touched every inch of his body.“You know,” Atlas drawled, teasing Jacob, “watching you work like this should be illegal. The way your shirt sticks to your back when you sweat… it’s distracting as hell.”Jacob straightened up, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. “You’re meant to stay and watch or return at once to the palace not flirting like a beast in heat.”Atlas chuckled and stepped closer, plucking a bright flower and twirling it between his fingers. “Can’t help it. You look too good bending over like that. Makes me want to drag you behind the shed and…”Jacob moved fast, he dropped the shears, cupped Atlas’s face, and kissed him hard, swallowing the rest of the sentence. When Jacob pulled back, his eyes looked serious. “My parents a
Atlas leaned against the cold stone wall of the abandoned hunting lodge just outside the village. The second Jacob stepped through the door, everything else melted away.“Missed you so fucking much,” Atlas breathed, grabbing Jacob by the shirt and yanking him close. Their mouths crashed together in a hungry kiss, this was their life now. Meeting in secret, stolen hours in hidden spots. Every meeting felt like playing with fire, but Atlas couldn’t stop.Jacob broke the kiss just enough to growl against his lips, “You’re shaking, prince. What happened?”“Later,” Atlas muttered, his fingers were already working on Jacob’s belt. “I need you now.”Earlier that day, King Aaron sat with Prince Gaius in the royal study. “We need to set a date for your formal engagement to Lady Maris.”Gaius nodded, “Of course, Father. Atlas has been… distracted lately. Perhaps the pressure is getting to him.” “With my wedding going on, he’ll have some space.” Meanwhile, Atlas had begged to leave the meeting,
Atlas stormed down the corridor of the palace, lost in his thoughts and nearly collided with Lady Maris.She stood there in a gown of deep crimson silk that hugged her curves. Her lips curved into a smile. “Your Highness. What a happy accident.”Atlas forced a polite nod, already stepping back. “Lady Maris. If you’ll excuse me…”But she moved faster, slipping her arm through his. “Walk with me, your highness.”They ended up on a stone bench. Maris sat too close, her thigh pressing against his through the fabric. She leaned in, with one hand resting lightly on his knee.“You look tense, Prince Atlas,” she said in a bedroom voice as her fingers traced small circles on his leg. “A future king shouldn’t carry the world alone. Let me ease some of that burden.” She tilted her head, her breasts brushed Atlas arm as she whispered, “I could make you feel things no one else can. Right here. No one would know.”Atlas gently but firmly removed her hand. “Lady Maris, I appreciate the concern, but
As they got to the palace, Philip was two steps behind Atlas, both of them were dressed in plain clothes with their boots in their hands. They tiptoed trying not to make noise, immediately they made a turn to head towards the Prince chambers, they walked directly into the king.The king was in his sleepwear, on his way from the private library to his chambers, because king Aaron Mavros had apparently slept in the private library. Atlas stood in his plain clothes, boots in one hand, hair scattered. It looked like he did not sleep in the palace. “Atlas,” the king said.“Father.” Atlas kept his voice completely level. “You’re up early.”“I couldn’t sleep, so I went to read at the library and slept off.” The king looked at him, dressed like a commoner with boots in his hands. “Did you sleep outside?”Philip stepped forward to cover up because Atlas was shocked and didn’t know what to say.“Your Majesty.” His voice was calm and steady unlike Atlas who looked like he was going to faint.







