"Correcting your posture" Zedekiel answered innocently. He ran a finger along Prince Ron's spine, making Prince Ron arch his back, trying to get away from the tingling sensation. Well, Zedekiel would never let that happen. "No no, that's too much. Come back a little." He pressed on the Prince's chest, fixing his stance. Prince Ron was starting to sweat. Did his beloved realise what he was doing at all? It was taking everything in him to control himself. If he got hard on the field, all the Elves would smell his arousal! Seeing that Prince Ron was completely disoriented, Zedekiel decided to stop torturing him. There would be ample time for that. After all, they were sharing a room. He placed a hand over Prince Ron's, steadying his hold on the bow and arrow. "Breathe." He whispered and Prince Ron did as he said. It was like a reflex. As if his body was programmed to do exactly what his beloved said. With his newfound calmness, Prince Ron's eyes focused on the target and he aime
Princess Mariel still stuck her tongue out at Princess Rose then linked her arm with Prince Ron's, mumbling to Zedekiel; "Sorry brother.""Thank you" Prince Ron whispered to Princess Mariel. He suddenly saw her in a new light for he never expected her to stand up for him like that. Especially against his sister. It warmed his heart and he decided to be nicer to Princess Mariel. She may be annoying at times but the girl had a good heart and she cared about him.He was quite confused about his sister's behaviour though. First, she exposed his lack of skills when it came to archery then she tried to get him to cheat and now, she was trying to make him feel bad for what he had achieved. It was so unlike her. Normally, she would be happy for him and even encourage him. What changed? He'd have to have a word with her as soon as possible.Princess Rose suddenly covered her face with her palms and went to the King, pretending to cry. "Oh Your Majesty, I feel so awful." She whined. "I didn't p
The town square was packed with people all waiting to watch the fireworks. Prince Ron and the rest were in the highest building, sitting on an open balcony from which they could watch the fireworks clearly when they started.The building was the most famous Inn in Netheridge was owned by an old Elf and they served the best food. Prince Ron loved their beef soup the most and so did his Fox which was given a stool and a table of its own and was served the beef soup in a small bowl."Seriously Ron, you're already spoiling that thing" Princess Rose fussed. "Put it on the floor. That's where it belongs.""No. She belongs to me and I will put her wherever I want, sister." Prince Ron retorted. "And you can refer to her as Red for now before I decide on a more suitable name."Princess Rose gritted her teeth in anger. She wondered when Ron started talking back to her. Normally, he was very obedient and would listen to her every word but he seemed to have changed lately. She wanted to speak aga
"And I won him fair and square." Prince Ron didn't refute. He felt so proud. He reached out and carried the white and red Fox, rubbing their noses together. "Oh isn't she just cute? I still can't believe she's really mine.""You know, you two just fit in a way." Prince Ludiciel said. "You both have red hair and you're both cute. Quite cunning too. Making this yellow bird stick to me.""Hey he said he didn't do it" Princess Mariel defended Prince Ron. "I think Prince Ron is sweet and gentle."Prince Ludiciel; "........"Gentle? He could agree the human Prince is sweet sometimes but gentle? Since when could the Prince of Ashenmore be described as gentle? Couldn't she see the little troublemaker underneath all the kindness and beauty?Princess Mariel reached out to touch the Snow Fow but it jumped away, climbed Prince Ron's shoulder and draped its body across the back of his neck. She tried to touch it again but it flicked its tail, slapping her hand away."Hey!" Prince Ron chuckled. "O
He sighed, glancing at the beautiful human Prince beside him. Red curls swaying with the gentle wind, creamy skin shimmering under the silvery hue of the moon, emerald-coloured eyes filled with warmth and happiness then the beautiful smile that always made his heart race.Prince Ron was the human he liked.He had known for a while now but admitting it like that to himself seemed to release a lot of tension in his body. His heart was racing, his fingers slightly trembling but it was all in a good way. He found that he was actually excited to be beside Prince Ron, watching the fireworks together.5 of them stood side by side on the balcony, each person housing a desire of their own in their hearts.Prince Ludiciel wanted to watch the fireworks with a clean heart, accepting the human Prince that would soon be his brother-in-law and all the other humans he was yet to meet for once Zedekiel weds Prince Ron, Ashenmore and Netheridge would be united.Princess Mariel wanted to confess her fee
Zedekiel didn't know exactly how it happened but he also didn't know how long it would last. He could already feel his energy depleting. Not wanting to waste any more time, he switched his position with Prince Ron, sandwiching himself between Mariel and the human Prince.Now he would see how she would confess. He was about to release time when his eyes landed on the human Prince's rosy lips.He recalled the time he stole a kiss when the human Prince was asleep. Now that he had stopped time, it wouldn't hurt to steal one more right?Zedekiel nodded to himself. Yes. It wouldn't hurt at all. Besides, he was going to successfully woo the human Prince and marry him. Kissing him now was like getting kisses in advance. He was just taking what he would still have in the future. There was no need to fret about it. The human Prince would be his eventually."You brought this upon yourself, little Prince" Zedekiel whispered, caressing Prince Ron's cheek.Prince Ron was frozen along with time so h
"Oh Your Majesty, I did not mean to hurt anyone with my poisonous tongue. I am your future Queen so I'm just trying to assert my dominance by insulting everyone around me. Oh, do you not care about my feelings? Oh poor me, poor innocent me, blah blah blah blah blah!"Prince Ron stood in front of the full-length mirror in the King's chambers, acting like his sister while mimicking her voice.The white and red Snow Fox was sitting on the bed, watching her owner with wide eyes, wondering what exactly he was doing.Prince Ron picked up a brush and started angrily brushing his red curls. His sister had totally aimed to humiliate him yesterday. If it weren't for his beloved who offered to teach him how to shoot arrows thereby curtailing the situation before it could escalate, his sister would have made him out to be a laughing stock.Just like in Ashenmore!He could remember the day their father made him join the Huntingdon. It was a Scavenger hunt in Ashenmore. A grand event which many Kin
"An Elf. Not of noble blood."Prince Ron gasped. This meant Frederick was born out of wedlock! He could recall that Fredrick called his beloved 'cousin' and that he was banished. Could he have been banished for being a bastard? And again, was his mother male or female? He had to pry further! This was for his future with his beloved!"How did it happen?" Prince Ron asked, confused. "I thought you were in love with a human. Nathan.""Before him, during the war, I met an Elf" Prince Kayziel answered. "Her name was Myra."Prince Ron's excitement deflated like a balloon. So Frederick's mother was a 'she'. He sighed. So much for male pregnancy."How did it happen though?" He asked. "You and Myra."Prince Kayziel proceeded to explain. "During the war with the humans, I had sustained grave injuries. I was also poisoned and I would have died if it weren't for her. Myra was a healer and she saved my life. She took care of me for weeks until I could stand again. During those weeks, I felt undeni
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
Kayziel snickered inwardly, though he kept his expression solemn. It didn’t matter whether the phoenix joined or not. The moment Zedekiel saw what he had to show, the damage would have already been done. He couldn't believe his nephew was still so naive. Even after all the centuries that had passed, he still trusted people easily.So foolish.Zedekiel had hacked off his limbs one by one and sealed him beneath the sacred roots of the Mother Tree. Stripped him of power, dignity, and freedom.Now, he had destroyed his plans to take over Netheridge and live a good life. Why should he let Zedekiel be happy?He already knew that Zedekiel was not going to let him off. He was going to die in the most painful way Zedekiel could conjure so he would take something from Zedekiel first.If he could not live, then let his nephew’s love burn instead.“What are you waiting for?” Zedekiel snarled, his grip tightening around the Soul Crucible. He had half a mind to not see what Kayziel wanted to show t
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
“Wow, I never knew Prince Ron was so brave and fierce.” Elliot said to Prince Ludiciel, looking thoroughly fascinated.Prince Ludiciel wasn't sure if it was because of Prince Ron or the story or both.“Judging by his looks, one would think he cannot handle a sword but did you see those moves?” Elliot continued. “He once wrestled a python and rescued a princess from a tiger. Then he saved your brother and travelled all the way to the North to marry him. Isn't that amazing?”Prince Ludiciel didn't know whether to laugh or cry. “It's amazing indeed.” He answered, nodding. He couldn't even imagine Prince Ron wrestling a python or rescuing a princess from a tiger. Knowing the lazy Prince, he would just assign Leo to do all the fighting and rescuing.Then again, it didn't really matter. It was a nice story Prince Ron told. Now he knew how Prince Ron met his brother.“But wait,” Elliot said, pausing. “If Prince Ron went after your brother, when did he get the chance to tell the story to the
He paused dramatically and everyone shook their heads.“Exactly! No, he didn’t!” Prince Ron pointed with glee. “He turned every one of them down, declaring boldly that he would only marry for true love!”Everyone went; “Awww.”“And then!” Prince Ron threw up his hands with a dramatic flourish. “One day, the brave Prince was at an inn. He’d heard rumors about some King in the North—one who dared to ask for his sister’s hand in marriage. But this Prince wasn’t the type to trust someone based on hearsay, so he went himself to gather intel.”At this point, Zedekiel frowned. Why did the story sound familiar but wrong somehow?“So there he was, chilling at the bar, sipping on ginger ale and chatting with the barkeep, when he spotted someone. A ridiculously handsome man, sitting alone in the corner, just enjoying his meal.”Zedekiel’s frown deepened. This story sounded really familiar…“What the handsome man didn’t realize,” Prince Ron continued, “was that a group of shady-looking bandits ha
Prince Ron gasped, eyes going wide. “Your what?!”Elliot smiled sheepishly, but his eyes flicked affectionately to Prince Ludiciel as he held his hand. He never really thought some harmless flirting with an Elf Prince in a flower house would result in a relationship but he was happy it did. Prince Ludiciel was the most caring, considerate, and loving creature he had ever met.Prince Ron was still stunned. He glanced at his beloved who was just smiling and then he realised that his beloved already knew! Was he the only one that didn't know? Was he the last to know? Why didn't they tell him first? His brother-in-law had found a partner! He was the one that was supposed to announce it in a grand style! Throw a party! Celebrate!He gazed at the couple then asked with little hope. “I-I'm not the last one to know, am I?”Zedekiel shook his head with a sigh. Was that was his little husband was concerned about?The Ice Fairy Queen, Prince Ludiciel and Elliot chuckled.“Well…the entire Royal f
Prince Ron sat obediently on a bed—well, as obediently as he could manage—while the Ice Fairy Queen moved gracefully around him, her shimmering white gown trailing like mist on ice. Her crystal blue eyes sparkled as she checked over him and gently examined his belly.“Would you stop staring at her and smiling like that?” Zedekiel, who was beside him, holding his hand, huffed.Prince Ron blinked. “But I’ve never seen an ice fairy before, let alone their queen.” He replied with a pout. Besides, she was really pretty. Her knee-length snow-white hair swayed as she moved, and everything about her was elegant, ethereal… cold, but really beautiful. He wondered if she had wings and if she would show him if he asked.“I don’t care.” Zedekiel grumbled. “Stop staring. Now. It's rude.” And what happened to him being the most handsome in the world? If his little husband wanted to stare at someone, couldn't he stare at him? The Ice Fairy Queen was his friend but he couldn't help feeling jealous whe
From the sidelines, Alaric and Talon watched in silence. Neither spoke, neither moved. They just stood there, watching Zedekiel and Prince Ron, a million thoughts racing through their minds.Talon’s gaze lingered on Prince Ron and Zedekiel, the way Zedekiel held his Prince Ron so tight, yet so gentle, the way Prince Ron melted into him, safe, reassured, like he trusted Zedekiel more than his own self and looked to the Elf King to keep him together. Prince Ron looked at Zedekiel like he was the only one he could see. As if when they were together, nothing else mattered and it was just them.His hands clenched at his sides in frustration. He wanted that. He wanted that and more. He felt envious—achingly envious. To the extent that his chest felt stuffy, and his teeth ached. He wanted to hold a particular person like that, have the person look at him with that kind of love, that kind of devotion. He wanted the person to trust him, to make him feel like he was the only one in the entire w
Prince Ron beamed, rubbing the back of his precious frying pan. Oh, he’ll make it count alright.And make it count he did.Some minutes later, the dungeon echoed with a loud CLANG as Prince Ron’s frying pan made direct contact with Hugh’s head. The unfortunate man let out a strangled grunt before slumping forward, completely dazed. He didn’t know if it was because he had received several beatings from Zedekiel earlier, but the human Prince’s hit was quite painful. He was tired and he wanted it all to stop.But Prince Ron was not done. He signaled the guards to lift Hugh up which they did. He then took two steps back and BANG! smacked Hugh on the side of his face. Blood sprayed against the wall of the cell and Hugh groaned, coughing out a mouthful of blood and a few teeth.Everyone’s eyes widened in alarm. Was the human prince that strong or was the frying pan really that heavy?Prince Ron glared down at Hugh, his grip tightening around the handle of the frying pan. For three months, h