LOGINThe sound of horses faded into the night, leaving only the heavy breathing of three men hidden among the trees. Atlas’s heart still hammered like war drums. Jacob’s body pressed warm against his side, tense and vibrating.Phillip wiped sweat from his brow and spoke first. “I know a place. An old hut I built years ago when the palace pressure got too much. No one knows about it. We can pass the night there and figure this mess out together.”Atlas nodded sharply. Jacob said nothing, but his fingers brushed Atlas’s wrist, more like a silent agreement. They moved like shadows through the forest, every snap of a twig making them freeze. Atlas has never felt this tense. One wrong step and Gaius wouldn’t just expose them, he would destroy them.The hut was small but solid, hidden deep in a thick grove with a stream running behind it. Phillip pushed the door open, the wood creaking softly. “I built this to hide from work when I first started. Never thought I’d bring the Crown Prince and his…
Jacob stood in the doorway of his cottage long after Atlas and Phillip had. His hands gripped the wooden frame so tightly. The warmth of Atlas’s soft kiss still lingered on his lips.He kept replaying everything, the tension in Atlas’s shoulders, the way Phillip had kept looking back like he expected arrows from the trees, the fear in Atlas eyes.“Something is wrong,” Jacob whispered to his empty house. He could feel it. He had opened his home, introduced Atlas to his family, given him every piece of himself. And still, the prince kept secrets.He couldn’t take it anymore.Jacob grabbed his dark cloak, blew out the lantern, and slipped out into the night. He ran silently along the path, following the faint sound of footsteps ahead. He needed answers and was determined to get it that night.Atlas walked beside Phillip, every muscle in his body felt heavy. The palace was still abit far from them, but the forest path felt safer that night. They had already stopped twice, their ears strai
A frantic knock, woke Jacob up. Jacob bolted up in bed. The knock came again, desperate, like someone was trying to break the door down. He grabbed the knife he kept beside his bed and crept toward the entrance.“Jacob! Open up!”It was Atlas’s voice.Jacob yanked the door open. Atlas stormed inside immediately, out of breath with his golden hair messy from the ride. He was panicking. Without a word, he slammed the door shut, locked it, then rushed to the windows, peeping through the curtains like he’s been followed. Jacob lowered the knife slowly. “Atlas…”Atlas ignored him, moving to the back window to check. His hands trembled.“Atlas,” Jacob said again.Still nothing.Then Atlas spun around, crossed the room, and grabbed Jacob by the shoulders.“If something happens to you…” Atlas’s voice cracked. “I don’t know what I’ll do. I can’t…”Jacob’s stomach twisted. “What happened?” He cupped Atlas’s face, forcing their eyes to meet. “Tell me, what’s going on?”Atlas looked away, dod
Atlas dragged his feet down to his chambers, shoulders heavy from exhaustion and guilt. Every step felt like wading through mud. The confrontation with Jacob earlier that day kept replaying in his head. He just wanted to collapse into bed and forget the world for a few hours. But the moment he turned the corner toward his private chambers, everything inside him went ice-cold. The doors were slightly open. His own guards were nowhere in sight. Instead, two tall figures stood at attention, his father’s personal guards. Tension spiked through Atlas like lightning. He ignored them and pushed the doors open slowly. There, sitting comfortably in Atlas’s favorite high-backed chair like he owned the room, was Prince Gaius. With one leg crossed over the other and a glass of Atlas’s finest wine swirling in his hand. “Brother,” Gaius greeted with a warm smile. “You missed dinner again. You’ve been overworking yourself lately. It’s like you’re using all this duty to distract yourself f
The abandoned hunting lodge was quiet for days, the same place where Atlas and Jacob had shared so many stolen kisses and heated nights. Jacob leaned against the wooden post, with his arms crossed tight over his chest and his eyes fixed on the path that led from the palace.He had been waiting for over an hour.Every rustle of leaves made his heart jump with hope, only for it to crash again when Prince Atlas did not appear. This was the third night in a row. Atlas had gone silent. No messages. No secret visits. No Nothing.Jacob’s jaw clenched. The memory of their last night together, the desperate kiss against the cottage wall, the way Atlas had clung to him like he was the only real thing in his world, burned hot in his mind. How could someone touch him like that, claim to love him and then disappear?“Fuck this,” Jacob muttered, kicking a stone hard enough for it to skitter into the bushes. “I’m sure, I am not some toy the prince could pick up and drop whenever the crown felt heavy
The 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
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