"Are you completely sure, Ron?" Prince Ludiciel asked.Prince Ron hesitated to answer. He wanted to say something but stopped. He was getting frustrated just thinking about it. "Well, I am certain that my father knows nothing of them so Rose can't have access to the vault through him. The only way would be if she was working directly for-"He paused, letting out a raggedy breath."The Shadows" Prince Ludiciel completed.Prince Ron had paused, reluctant to complete the sentence for it would make him feel like he was accepting Rose's involvement and it didn't make him feel any better when Prince Ludiciel completed it."Which she is." Zedekiel asserted. "After Griffith's death, we secretly commenced an investigation and we found out that the person who served Griffith his last meal was your sister's maid. Now, why will her maid serve our prisoner food? She isn't supposed to be anywhere near the dungeons let alone enter."Prince Ron went silent. It didn't make any sense. He knew his siste
Warmth enveloped Prince Ron's entire body and a smile finally appeared on his face. "Thank you, but I am not really upset about her wanting the throne. I do not care to be King. To be honest, my sister would make a better ruler for she is more responsible and competent than I am. I am lazy and I know little about ruling a Kingdom. If I could give her the throne, I would. It's just that women cannot rule Ashenmore. It has been like that since the Kingdom originated. What bothers me is that she's willing to work with The Shadows, commit murder and spy on your kind for it. She'll have to use force to take the throne and that means war. She will wage war on her own people.""Ursuping a throne can never be a peaceful matter, Prince Ron" Prince Ludiciel spoke. "She knows and she has prepared for it. She believes that as the first child, she is entitled to it so she will try to get it at all costs. Hence, The Shadows.""But the Shadows are not enough," Zedekiel said. "They cannot conquer the
"No!" Zedekiel said sharply. "I will not let you endanger yourself." He stood up and kicked the chair he was sitting on angrily. What a ridiculous plan. He would never accept it."But it's the only way." Prince Ron insisted. He reached out and held his beloved's sleeve, staring up at him pleadingly. "You have to let me do this."Zedekiel shook his head, not agreeing at all. "No. No way. After what happened earlier today, you expect me to put you in harm's way? That's impossible. No.""Your plan is amazing Prince Ron, but you do not have to put your life at risk." Prince Ludiciel said. "I'm with my brother on this. We can do what needs to be done."Prince Ron was getting frustrated. It was his own plan but they weren't going to let him participate? No way!"But I can do it" He insisted, stomping his foot. "I can take care of myself. You have to let me go.""I said no!" Zedekiel snapped. He snatched his hand from Prince Ron's hold and took some steps back. "No means no, Prince Ron. I ha
This created a tingly sensation in Prince Ludiciel’s chest. The pain from the wound seemed to slowly fade away as he realised how lovely Prince Ron was. He knew the human Prince was good looking but he had never appreciated his beauty like this before.Prince Ron on the other hand was following the path of the cut which led down to Prince Ludiciel's midriff, oblivious to Prince Ludiciel’s gaze. It was then that Prince Ron noticed Prince Ludiciel’s good physique. "Oh my God, how am I just seeing this now?" He asked, pleasantly surprised. "You have a fine body. Oh wow, so many abs."Zedekiel growled. His patience could only go so far. With a wave of his hand, the ointment flew from Prince Ron's hand and splashed all over Prince Ludiciel’s face and chest. He then huffed and stormed out of the room.Prince Ludiciel sighed and shook his head. "Why did you have to do that? You've gone and made him mad now.""Who cares?" Prince Ron huffed. He took out a handkerchief and started wiping the oi
He knew that in Netheridge, punishment for insulting a member of the Royal family was 50 lashes with a horse whip and then the person would be paraded around the Kingdom as naked as the day he was born with chains on his neck to serve as a warning to others. The punishment had never been implemented because no one dares to insult any member of the Roual family. Not even the twins.Porsha snorted. "Nothing worse? Okay so you'd like to have your tongue cut out and then be imprisoned for 4 years where you'll be subjected to harsh labour and then, after serving your sentence, when you come out, you'll be stripped of everything you own and sent to a farm in a faraway village to work for eternity. You are not entitled to have your basic human rights. You will be deemed as property of the Royal family. Additionally, if you have any sisters, they will be taken to the Castle to work as low ranked maids for the rest of their lives. If you have any brothers, they would be taken to serve members
Prince Ron sighed for what felt like the hundredth time. He had been waiting for his beloved to come back but he hadn't and they already had dinner. He even went out and searched the throne room, garden, kitchen and even Maelda's place but he was nowhere to be found. Tired, he decided to just go back to their room. No matter what, he knew his beloved would eventually go back to their room. Unless he wanted to sleep elsewhere.He sighed once more and turned around in bed, lying on his stomach. He felt sad. He never knew what he did could have such an effect on the King and their relationship. He was just innocently admiring another person's body. After hearing the thought in his own head, he facepalmed, knowing he had really messed things up. How could he admire someone else when his beloved was right there? Now wonder his beloved was so angry. If it were him, he would have put up a tantrum. And it would be for days. His beloved had every right to be mad. He just hoped his beloved woul
Prince Ron gasped when he felt the hot rapid massive swell under his butt. His first instinct was to fly off but his beloved quickly snaked an arm around his lithe waist, firmly holding him in place."Where do you think you're going?" Zedekiel leaned in and whispered in his ear causing him to shiver.His beloved's voice was deep and husky. It was unbelievably sexy and he couldn't help but whimper. He wondered how his beloved could elicit such a reaction from him. His face and ears went even hotter. His heart began to race. Was this what it meant to be in a relationship?He still couldn't believe it was real. He couldn't believe his beloved desired him so much. It all still felt like a dream."Would you like some?" Zedekiel asked, holding a grape to Prince Ron's lips, breaking his thoughts.Prince Ron's eyes widened in surprise and the aroma of the fruit hit his nose, making his mouth water. He had already had dinner but the everything smelled so good. Well, a single fruit wouldn't hur
"Come on, kiss me my love." Zedekiel urged. Their faces were close and he could feel the tips of Prince Ron's wet lashes against his own. "Kiss me."And Prince Ron pressed their lips together. He had never initiated a kiss before so he was a little hesitant. He didn't know if he'd be as good as his beloved. Trembling from lack of experience, he wrapped his arms around his beloved's neck and slowly kissed him, sucking on his lower lip.Zedekiel's eyes remained opened and his heart fluttered at Prince Ron's innocence. From the human Prince's actions, he could tell that he was his first. The realization elated him and he wanted to pleasure Prince Ron in a way no one ever could.Not that he wanted anyone to.He took charge and deepened the kiss, digging his fingers into Prince Ron's crimson curls. The sweet scent of Prince Ron's orgasm hung heavily in the air, making him want more. He was so hard it was starting to hurt. He couldn't wait anymore. He tore his lips away and carried Prince R
"Zedekiel," he whispered shyly as he took Zedekiel’s hands in his.Zedekiel’s brows furrowed slightly in concern. "What is it? Did that thing do anything to you?" he whispered back, brushing a soft kiss against Ron’s temple. "Are you uncomfortable anywhere?"Prince Ron shook his head, biting his lip nervously. "No, it’s not that. It’s just... there’s something you need to know."Zedekiel frowned, concerned. "What is it, love? You can tell me anything."Prince Ron took a deep shaky breath, about to tell his beloved about their babies when his gaze landed on his belly and his eyes widened in utter disbelief. He completely froze as he tried to process what he was seeing.There, protruding before him, was his enormous, round belly. It was so large that he couldn’t even see his own feet.He suddenly let out a tiny squeak of horror, his face going pale and before anyone could say anything, Ron’s eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.Zedekiel looked at everyone and they all began to
Even in his ghost-like form, Kayziel was completely red in anger. "Again, NOBODY ASKED YOU TO!!!"The hands however, did not want to face their Lord's wrath. The Lord never tells his name to ordinary creatures and for the small beautiful prince to mention it, they knew there had to be truth to his words.The hands immediately sped up their work, yanking Kayziel toward the circle with urgency.Kayziel howled, his voice cracking in desperation. "STOP THIS MADNESS! I CAN FIX EVERYTHING! I SWEAR! PLEASE STOP!!!"Prince Ron let go, dusting off his hands as though he’d just finished a hard day’s work. "Say hello to your Lord for me!""YOU ARE INSANE!" Kayziel shrieked. He was already half-dragged into the glowing circle. “THIS ISN'T OVER RON!!! YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!! DO YOU HEAR ME?!! YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS!!!”Prince Ron just smiled sweetly and waved. "Have a safe trip!"With a final, desperate cry, Kayziel disappeared into the gate, the circle sealing itself shut with a faint hum.********At
Prince Ron just sat on the floor and tucked his arms to his chest, turning his face away. Hmph! The Elf spirit wanted his help but was calling him a bastard. Was that even how to ask for help? Besides, his beloved was working hard to get them back together. Who was he to interrupt his beloved's work? Whatever was happening to Kayziel was exactly what he deserved."Do you think I'll help you after what you subjected us to for three whole months?" He scoffed, glaring at Kayziel. "Shoo, hurry and go to wherever those hands are taking you."Kayziel gasped in pain, rivulets of tears and mucus running down his face. He screamed as the smoke-like arms pulled him closer to the circle. He could feel the heat of hell singe his feet. "I'm sorry" He began to cry. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry Ron. I'm sorry for everything. I just- I just wanted to live my dream for once. Your husband snatched that from me when I was alive and trapped me underground for centuries. I just wanted to live. I just wanted to l
Kayziel’s laughter softened into something darker, more insidious, as he stepped closer. “Yes, Ron,” he murmured, his voice a low, chilling caress. “Think about it. Think about it well.” He began circling Ron like a predator stalking its prey, his ghost like form slithering around Ron’s form. “If you take your body, Zedekiel will lose all hope. The rest of your family? They’ll perish, one by one and Netheridge will eventually fall into ruin. The Elves, your kind, might even face extinction. And Zedekiel? Your beloved Zedekiel will live in a world of agony. A world without love..."He paused by Ron’s ear. "A world without you.”His words slithered through Ron’s ear like whispers of a devil, laced with a cruel, hypnotic allure. He moved closer, his hands ghosting over Ron’s trembling shoulders. “Can you truly take your body back, knowing you will be the cause of Zedekiel’s undoing?" He whispered. "Of his suffering for all eternity?”Ron’s breath hitched. His body tensed and his heart be
Alaric nodded, his expression understanding. “Of course.” He turned to the others and gestured toward the cave’s entrance. “Outside, everyone. Give them some space.”The group shuffled out quietly, leaving Zedekiel alone with Ron. As the echoes of their footsteps faded, the cave grew eerily silent.Zedekiel knelt beside the bed, his silver hair falling like a curtain around his face as he rested his hand on Ron’s swollen belly. His other hand found its way to Ron’s chest, where he could feel the faint, steady rhythm of his heartbeat.He lowered his head, pressing it against Ron’s chest. At first, there was only the sound of his own breathing, but then it broke. A small, ragged sob escaped his lips, followed by another then another. Tears spilled down his cheeks, slowly wetting Ron’s robes.“I'm sorry, love,” Zedekiel whispered, his voice breaking. “I'm so so sorry. I left you alone even after I promised to protect you. I let you shoulder the responsibilities that I should have. I-I'm
Elliot knelt beside Rose, his hands glowing faintly as his magic coursed through her twisted arm while she stared at him in awe.Zedekiel had left her on the floor and in pain. Those undead creatures were almost closing in on her and just when she thought she was really going to die on the battlefield, a dark haired man with pointy ears descended from the sky, blowing them all away and in the process, stealing her heart.She gazed up at him with tears and admirations in her eyes. His features looked almost otherworldly among the all chaos happening on the battlefield. He had smooth skin the colour of chocolate milk, dark hair like spun silk that fell in soft waves around his face, and eyes like molten amber, flecked with gold and crimson, which contrasted perfectly with his shimmering silver armour.Rose kept staring, momentarily forgetting her pain for Elliot looked just like the Princes in fairytales she had read to Ron about before bedtime."Okay, you have to stop," Elliot sighed,
Hugh paled and before he could react, Prince Ludiciel moved first, his fist connecting with Hugh’s jaw in a bone-shattering punch. The force sent him flying across the field like a ragdoll.But it didn’t stop there. Talon vanished in a flash and reappeared ahead of Hugh’s trajectory, slamming a powerful kick into his ribs midair. The impact hurled Hugh back toward Ludiciel, who with both hands gripping his sword, brought the hilt down, slamming Hugh into the ground with a resounding crash.Dust and debris erupted around them as Hugh’s body sank into the earth, the necromancer groaning in pain.He coughed, chanting some ancient words and his body shimmered with a sickly green light before dissolving into the soil like water into sand.“Stay alert.” Ludiciel warned, his grip on his sword tightening, his sharp eyes scanning the battlefield."Ugh, necromancers are fucking disgusting." Talon grimaced, his nose wrinkling in revulsion as the stench of rotten corpses filled the air around the
He gasped, unable to believe it. A tear slipped down his cheek, landing softly on the fabric of Ron’s robes. His violet eyes flickered with emotion as he turned to the royal physician and whispered, “It’s true.”The physician nodded, a warm smile spreading across his face. He held hands with Welyn, happy to see their King alive and well again. Never did they think a day will come when they would see their king so emotional and so in love.With a human at that.Zedekiel gazed back at Ron, his expression softening further. “It’s really true,” he whispered. “We’re going to be parents.”Cordin, and the others smiled, their hearts swelling at the sight of their King’s rare happiness.However, Kayziel, still slumped on the floor, went even paler. His jaw tightened, and his wide, disbelieving eyes darted between his big belly and Zedekiel. “P-Parents?” he stammered, confused and horrified.What was Zedekiel saying? How was that even possible? Prince Ron was pregnant? But the body belonged to
A deep, cold chuckle echoed through the throne room, silencing all other noise.“Is that so?”Before anyone could react, a crushing pressure descended upon the room like a tidal wave. It was suffocating, all-encompassing, and merciless.Elves dropped to their knees, their eyes wide and red as they coughed up mouthfuls blood. Their hands clawed at their throats, desperate for air and fear twisted their faces, bodies trembling as they panicked.Official 3 tumbled from the throne and down the stairs, writhing on the cold marble floor as if his very life was being ripped away. His hands gripped his neck, his mouth opening and closing in silent agony."What...what is this?" someone choked out between gasps of bloodied breaths.The pressure carried a bloodlust so intense it felt as though death itself had entered the room. They all felt ice cold, as if their lives were about to be stripped in that moment.Then, slow and deliberate, came the sound of footsteps. Each step reverberated through