Massa rolled his eyes but got to his feet."Beloved brothers of mine this is...""Wait!". This voice was squeaky and my eyes widened when a small boy probably in his teen years ran inside the room."Shouldn't we be complete before any introductions? Ruarc, Nasia, Cocci, Izal, and Thane aren't here and so are the other members of the council"."Kayne is right"."Then call them here", Thjis said. "I am yet to have dinner thanks to you guys. And don't bother with the council. They won't be joining us for dinner"."Then why are Lord Farouk and Lady Thelia here?", Kayne asked, and I'm guessing the guests are Lord Farouk and Lady Thelia."We were just leaving?", Lord Farouk said. His voice is slippery as they both rose to their feet.They bowed low to Thjis before exiting the dining room. "I'm sorry I'm late", someone said running into the room. I know it is Izal because of his medical scent and a missing arm. He wore glasses, has messy hair, and had black eyes. "I had to clean up Thane".

"You know I'm starting to regret coming here", I tell Massa after we exited the welcome party they had thrown in his honor. We're on our way to his wing and I'm trying to forget the pain in my knees. I had to kneel beside Massa for two hours and a half simply because my kind is not tolerated in their palace. I also had to eat the leavings off his plate. The leavings! And to think that his other whores envied me. "Oh really? What made you say that?". "Well for starters, ever since I've been here, I've had limited freedom. I can't even go anywhere unless you are coming with me. I can't scrutinize openly because it's rude and my mouth hurts a lot from constantly saying, my prince! I'm even tired of the envious looks I keep receiving from those other women. How can anyone want to be in my position?". Massa chuckled as he unlocked his bedroom door. I walked in before him, and he shut the door once inside. "Your mouth is going to hurt some more that's for sure. Plus, you have no idea how

"You lie!", Eloive shouts."Quiet!", Thjis barks. "Go on son"."I have my standards when it comes to women and since Cecilia didn't meet those standards, I turned blind to the suggestive stares she sent my way. The pressure was strong and I caved. I don't regret keeping my word. What I regret are the circumstances that came with keeping my word.""You knew a bond would have been formed but you still slept with her", an elder points out. "I was keeping my word", Massa defends."Keeping your word my fangs! Take a look at the girl Massa. She's not even eighteen! And by the humane law, you ought to be arrested", Rifera yells.Massa flashes her his pearly whites. "Well it's a good thing none of us are humans is it not?".Thjis turned to Cecilia. "Is it true?"."Yes my Lord".Eloive looks flabbergasted and I don't blame him. He laughs bitterly."So you lie against my uncle, pretend to be some kind of victim, and rope me into defending your lie?", Eloive yells at her.She looked away. "I k

"I knew you two were up to something when you didn't show up for lunch", Cocci said as he strolled into the room unannounced. Sia rolled his eyes as he rolled off me. I try not to stare at his engorged cock as he pulled the sheets over my naked frame. It amazes me that he can still be excited after a whooping six rounds. I'm sure we would have gone for another round if Cocci hadn't barged in when he did."Where's Massa?", I ask him."At the infirmary. Sia, dress up. You're needed outside"."Why? What's happened?", Sia asks. "It's Ruarc, He has gone wild again, and it's all your fault"."You can't blame me for his madness. It's not my fault that Raja gets a little jealous sometimes".Cocci glowered. "It's not funny Sia. He could do some serious damage. Elvis and Eleanor are trying their best to hold him back, and we both know how bad they are when it comes to dealing with Raja".Sia curses as he pulls on his boxers along with his pants. "Cocci, what exactly is happening? And who is

Grey eyes scanned the crowd of giggling young women. Not a single one called out to him. In fact, all of them reminded him of Cecilia. This was a bad idea. What was his grandfather thinking when he invited these lousy girls? Did he perhaps think that marriage is the only solution to his problem? He's only sixteen! Setting him up with daughters of rich and noble Icelanders couldn't be the only way to fix him. His uncles are absent so are his grandparents. The royal concubines walked around in their nightwear, some of them engaging in conversation with the young girls. Maybe he should send them all out. This was his side of the palace anyway, but Eloive thought against it. He would only get punished, and Eloive didn't want to get whipped again, so the annoying females have to stay. He thought of conversing with one. The thought didn't sound appealing. but he had to try. Swallowing his fears, Eloive adjusted his clothing, a fine tunic, and black pants. His boots were far too old and wor