He didn't want to waste time explaining anything to the man about how he wasn't there for sex. He just wanted his information then he'd leave.However, Elliot didn't seem fazed at all. In fact, he was unusually calm, like he had faced many swords before. "I knew this wasn't your real appearance." He said with a smirk. "Who I see before me must be an illusion. I bet you're very handsome, aren't you?"Prince Ludiciel gasped. The man saw through his disguise! He kicked Elliot's leg, making him fall then pinned him down with knees on each hand and a sword to his neck. "Who are you?"He knew it! The man was far too strong and handsome to be a whore. Was he a spy?Elliot just smiled. "You're after the woman with red hair, aren't you? Me too. She's right next door. I can smell her.""You're an Elf?" Prince Ludiciel asked, not loosening his hold at all. How couldn't he tell? If he were an Elf, what kind of magic did he use to disguise himself? Was it so strong that even Prince Ludiciel didn't
"What was in that basket?" Zedekiel asked, wondering why it was so heavy for the servant. "He was sweating so much in this weather."Prince Ron sat on the chair the Queen Mother had occupied before, snickering like a little imp. "There's a hidden layer underneath the basket and I filled it with rocks."Zedekiel shook his head. The human Prince was truly mischievous. "But why?""I'm punishing him" Prince Ron answered. He plucked a grape from the bowl of fruits on the table and popped it in his mouth. "He insulted me in front of my servants. I'm just teaching him a lesson."Well, Zedekiel didn't care at all. With how good Prince Ron treated people, he knew he wouldn't punish them without a good reason. Besides, the servant didn't matter. What mattered was that the person he liked was sitting in front of him.Elves were very physical creatures. If they were around a person they liked, they'd want to hold. To touch.And Zedekiel was no exception.He also took his seat across from Prince R
It wasn't that he didn't care. It was just that he had most of the answers. He knew they were Elves. He knew the Umbrella tree was of great significance to them though he didn't know exactly what it was. He knew Frederick was the son of his uncle. He knew why Frederick tried to abduct him. There wasn't any question he needed to ask.Well, if there was anything he really wanted to know, it was what was in his beloved's heart, about him.Prince Ron moved closer to Zedekiel. There was no one around to witness. He didn't have to be afraid of prying eyes. He didn't have to pretend. He could openly reveal what was in his heart.No doubt he was afraid. He was deathly scared. Zedekiel could either reciprocate his feelings or brutally turn him down. Prince Ron had never been rejected before but he had read a lot of stories and he could imagine how painful it was. He knew, but for how long will he keep silently fighting? At least, everyone was aware of his sister's intention to marry Zedekiel b
Prince Ron's entire body was trembling. Partly excitement and partly fear. He had never felt such overpowering sensations before. His nerve points were tingling. His penis was at full mast, poking his robes. His beloved hadn't even done anything but he was so aroused he couldn't even think.And then it came. His beloved's hot moist tongue on his neck.It was like something exploded in Prince Ron's brain and he went weak in the knees, clutching the lapels of his beloved's robe to keep himself upright.Zedekiel growled lowly, absolutely enjoying Prince Ron's reaction. It seemed that he had found a weak spot. He kept licking the expanse of skin, tracing a particular vein from which he could feel Prince Ron's heart racing and then he clamped down with his mouth, sucking the same spot.Prince Ron closed his eyes, letting out a weak little whimper. He felt hot all over. It was like a slow mind-numbing burn, moving from his neck to every part of his body."So sensitive" Zedekiel whispered, h
The humans have been at war with Elves for thousands of years. The hatred they had for each other runs deep into the depths of their souls, buried right into their bone marrows, to the extent that no human could stand the sight of an Elf and if one is caught, the worst kinds of torture were implemented.Their favourite was cutting off the long pointy ears and nailing them to the walls of their borders. Some even competed on how many ears they’ve nailed.On the other hand, no Elf wanted to hear the word 'human'. In fact, if an Elf should mistakenly pronounce the word 'human', he is immediately executed and if a human is caught, he is turned into a slave and treated like a dog till he dies from exhaustion. The Elves weren't normally this brutal. In fact, they are naturally peaceful creatures and had proposed peace to the humans which was accepted but the human King breached the treaty. He lured the Elf King into his castle under the guise of a feast to celebrate six months of peace th
As they approached the throne room, the guards standing on either side of the large golden double doors pushed them open for the siblings and they they bowed. The siblings found their parents sitting on their thrones. They were the spitting image of their mother while the only thing they got from their dad was their eyes. A few other people Ron recognized were there. Like the Royal Advisor, Physician, members of the royal court and so many others.King Cain was dressed in a golden and maroon attire. He was holding the royal golden scepter which was passed down from generation to generation. He will also pass it down to Ron when it was time. His dark hair was streaked with silvery grey hair which was covered a bit by the golden crown on his head.One look at King Cain would tell anyone he wasn't to be messed with. He had a stoic expression and the hard look in his eyes commanded respect. Ron was most especially afraid of him. Queen Lilian was the epitome of elegance. She was dressed
Ron sneaked out of the castle through his secret route. It was a dark murky pathway underneath his grandfather’s bedroom which led to a cave at a riverside not far from town.His grandfather had showed it to him before he passed away. They used to go on so many escapades together. Witness festivals, celebrations, annual games and competitions and so much more. But after his grandfather died, his father became more strict on him which left barely any time for him to go out and have fun. He didn't like to be indoors all the time like some housewife. He preferred to go out, interact and see what the world was like. Reading from novels wasn't enough. This time, he took one of his grandfather's disguises. It was a black wig and crappy mustache. After he reached the cave, he took off his royal clothes, folded them neatly then stuffed them in a bag. He then put on the wig and mustache, coupled with a dirty brown robe. He looked like a beggar. Exactly what he was going for. As long as he mi
Ron entered two more taverns and even an inn but the information they had wasn't even close to Old Jack's. He was already tired so he decided to go back. Besides, someone might notice he was missing which will raise a lot of trouble for him.When he was halfway out of town, a group of goons appeared on the road. They were big and burly, all holding sharp looking daggers.The leader stepped forward, holding a sword which he pointed at Ron. "Hand over your money. Every bit of it and I'll think about you letting you leave this place alive"Fear crept into Ron's heart. He had never been in this kind of situation before. Worst of all, he didn't carry any weapon. He didn't think there would be any reason to.Sweat dropped the side of his face. He decided to use flattery and some sweet words to see if he could escape with everything he had intact. "Good, kind, handsome man, you look very reasonable. Can't we talk about this?"The goons snickered. It seemed like this guy didn't get the severi