All Chapters of His Royal Slut: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The afternoon sun hung low over the palace gardens, casting long golden shadows across the perfectly manicured lawns. Daniel had barely recovered from the tense morning meeting with his parents when a soft knock sounded at the door of his private chambers. He knew who it was before he even answered. Betty had a particular way of announcing herself, polite but persistent, always timing her visits when she sensed he might be vulnerable.“Come in,” he called, not bothering to look up from the papers scattered across his desk.Betty stepped inside, closing the heavy door behind her with a quiet click. She was dressed in a soft lavender dress that hugged her figure elegantly, her hair loose around her shoulders. She looked beautiful, as always. But Daniel felt nothing but exhaustion at the sight of her.“Darling,” she said, crossing the room with graceful steps. “I heard you had another difficult conversation with your parents this morning. I thought you might need some company.”She came

Daniel stood frozen in the doorway, the world narrowing down to the man standing right in front of him. Five years. Half a decade of wondering, of guilt that ate him alive in the quiet hours of the night, of forcing himself to believe Raine was gone forever. And here he was, real, breathing, looking at him with those same eyes that used to make Daniel forget he was supposed to be a prince.“Raine…” The name slipped out like it physically hurt, rough and broken, nothing like the controlled voice of a king. His usual cold mask shattered completely. The man who had learned to hide every emotion for the sake of the crown was gone in that single second.Raine’s grip on the plate loosened. It slipped from his fingers and crashed onto the floor, noodles and sauce splattering across the old tiles. He didn’t even flinch at the mess. Shock, anger, longing, love, and raw fear slammed into him all at once, so hard his knees almost buckled. This was Daniel. Not the distant figure on television, no

“What the fuck did you do?”Daniel’s voice cut through the quiet elegance of his parents’ private chambers like a blade. The words hung heavy in the air, raw and unfiltered, carrying every ounce of the fury that had been building inside him since he left Raine’s apartment. He stood in the doorway, shoulders rigid, fists clenched at his sides, the kingly composure he usually wore like armor completely stripped away.Queen Eleanor looked up from the stack of documents on her lap, her perfectly arched eyebrows drawing together in confusion. “Daniel, what on earth are you talking about? It’s late. You should be resting, not....”King Reginald, however, had gone completely still. His mouth hung slightly open, eyes widening as he took in the storm on his son’s face. The old king looked like he had been caught in the middle of something he wasn’t prepared to face.Daniel took a step forward, ignoring the way the firelight danced across the ornate rugs and ancient tapestries. “Don’t pretend,

Cole stood frozen in the doorway for a few seconds, takeout bag still dangling from his fingers, eyes wide as he took in the scene on the couch. Raine and Daniel had already sat up by the time he burst in, the blanket pooled around their waists, but they were still clearly tangled together, Daniel’s arm around Raine’s shoulders, Raine’s hand resting on Daniel’s chest like it belonged there. The movie was still playing softly in the background, completely forgotten.Cole’s expression shifted from shock to something darker. He closed the door behind him with a deliberate click and walked over, dropping the bag of breakfast on the coffee table before sitting down in the armchair directly across from them. He crossed his arms tightly over his chest and glared daggers at Daniel, the kind of look that could melt steel.“Well,” Cole said, voice flat but sharp. “This is cozy. Your Highness.”Raine shifted uncomfortably beside Daniel, but Daniel didn’t flinch. He kept his arm around Raine, pro

The morning light crept softly through the curtains, painting the small bedroom in gentle hues of gold and pale orange. Raine woke slowly, his body heavy with the kind of deep, satisfied exhaustion that came from being thoroughly loved the night before. He felt the warmth beside him before he even opened his eyes, a solid, familiar presence that made his heart skip. When he finally lifted his lashes, Daniel was still there, sleeping peacefully on his back, one arm draped loosely over Raine’s waist.Raine stared at him for a long moment, taking in every detail. The way Daniel’s chest rose and fell steadily, the faint stubble along his jaw, the relaxed lines of his face that made him look younger, almost like the man Raine had fallen for years ago. It still felt surreal. After five years of loneliness and heartache, Daniel was here, in his bed, holding him like he belonged.A small, tentative smile tugged at Raine’s lips. He shifted closer, snuggling into Daniel’s side and resting his h