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Alaric didn’t answer. His face, usually impassive, was drawn tight. His onyx eyes were stormy and his lips parted as if he wanted to speak, but no words came. He clenched his jaw and fists, unable to tell Zedekiel what he was about to see. How would he even tell him? They had opened the lantern, ready to unleash hell on whoever had possessed Ron but when they saw who it was, they knew Zedekiel had to be called back.Zedekiel drew in a deep breath. He didn’t need words to know something was deeply wrong. He couldn't wait to know what it was so he increased his speed, disappearing in a blur and reappearing before the cell door in the dungeon’s lowest levels. Alaric arrived three seconds later.They both stood still for a moment, facing the thick metal door and Zedekiel curled his fists. It was time to face whoever had made their lives hell for 3 months.He pushed open the door, the hinges creaking as they stepped inside. The room was dimly lit by the light pearls embedded into the walls

In a blink, Zedekiel and Alaric found themselves standing in Zedekiel’s private chambers. The place was immaculate. Every item was precisely where it should be—elegant, silent, undisturbed.The large dining table was perfectly set with an array of exquisite dishes, but the food was untouched.The doors creaked open and in walked Prince Ron, accompanied by his manservant, Cordin. Prince Ron glanced at the cold dishes and frowned.“Cordin, get me a warming pot,” he said.“At once, Your Highness.”Cordin returned quickly, and Prince Ron pointed to the table. “Pick out Zedekiel’s favorite dishes and put them in the pot. I don’t want him coming back to cold food.”“Yes, Your Highness.”Prince Ron then stretched and climbed into the massive bed, letting out a tired sigh. “And don’t wake me up. When he gets back, tell him I waited all night. Act like I was deathly worried and you had to beg me to sleep while assuring me he was alright wherever he was.”“B-But Your Highness,” Cordin stammered

Every official, servant, and guard froze as if time itself had stopped. Their King—clad in black and silver robes that rippled with power, violet eyes sharp as blades—strode forward with the quiet authority of a god. His steps echoed through the grand hall, each one resonating like thunder in the stunned silence and no one dared to breathe too loudly.They wondered, what was their King going to do? Was he angry that they were all gathered there, listening to the human Prince's story of how they met? Were they they ones in trouble or was it the human Prince? But then, their King would not do anything to the human Prince right? After all, the human Prince was carrying his babies. Prince Ron stood at the center of it all, bathed in soft afternoon light that filtered through the tall stained-glass windows. While everyone was busy feeling terrified, he was busy grinning from ear to ear for he could directly feel what his beloved was feeling and what his beloved was feeling was love. Pure

Prince Ron’s wide emerald eyes stared up at him, sparkling like gems, their depths filled with warmth and something tender that made Zedekiel’s chest tighten. Though most of Ron’s body was hidden beneath the sheets, his bare shoulders and arms were exposed—his creamy skin glowing faintly in the low light. The soft curves of his body, the elegant line of his neck, and the delicate rise of his chest all seemed to beckon to Zedekiel like a whisper in the dark.The sheet curved gently over Ron’s swollen belly, drawing Zedekiel’s attention and his gaze lingered there. That swell, those lives nestled safely within Ron elicited a warm, possessive glow that spread through Zedekiel’s chest. He couldn’t stop the small, satisfied smile that tugged at his lips. His little husband, the kids inside him. They were all his. Prince Ron flushed under his beloved's heated stare for his body was betraying him. The way his beloved stared at him, like he wanted to eat him up made heat flare beneath his s

Prince Ron became excited. He couldn't believe it. His beloved had really planned a date! How romantic. He used to think his beloved wasn't really a romantic person but look at the gifts. A gorgeous set of robes and shoes, a large bouquet of roses, a beautiful shiny crown and a love letter! Even a love letter! Could he really wait until he gets in the carriage to read it? A little sneak wouldn't hurt right? He stepped forward to check out the gifts and as if the Queen Mother could read his mind, she quickly held him back. "Hold on dear. You should wash up and get some food in you. I'm sure the young ones are starving.” She then steered him in the direction of the bathroom. “I've already asked the kitchen to prepare three servings each of all your favourite dishes." Considering the way Prince Ron had been eating for the past few days. She was sure he could eat it all. It was a good thing for it meant the babies were healthy. Elfin babies were unique. They eat a lot and draw energy f