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
It was a starless night. The moon was hidden behind a thick veil of clouds, rendering the world dark. Everywhere was silent save for the loud cries of a man being dragged by three guards on the west side of the Castle."LET GO OF ME YOU SENSELESS BEINGS!" the man shouted, struggling to free himself. He was dressed in torn navy blue robes, his hands and feet shackled with what looked to be heavy chains. "YOU STUPID CREATURES! ABOMINATIONS! LET ME GO!"The guards paid him no heed as they continued to drag him, using light pearls to illuminate their way."YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS! I WILL KILL YOU ALL! I WILL DESTROY YOU ALL AND FEAST ON YOUR ROTTEN FLESH!""Woah isn't that too much, Prince Ron?" Prince Ludiciel asked the prisoner. "Aren't you going out of character?"Prince Ron stopped shouting and raised the hood of his robe, baffled by Prince Ludiciel's question. "Out of character? Were you not there that night he attacked Mariel? Those were his exact words."Prince Ludiciel frowned. "Are
He turned to his beloved, expecting some form of praise, even if it was a word but his beloved didn't even spare him a glance. Prince Ron felt like they were back to the times when he was still plotting how to win his beloved's affection and it sucked. It was like getting a lick of honey and then being depraved it for a while. He wanted more honey."Should we take off the mask, Your Majesty?" a guard asked.Zedekiel nodded."Wait, I know this person." Prince Ron said when they removed the mask of the attacker. He gasped. "This is Hilda. One of my sister's servants!""Do you believe me now, Prince Ron?" Prince Ludiciel asked. "This clearly shows that your sister is behind Griffith's death.""And Griffith was with the Shadows which means she is too." He said, dejected. Which meant it was also true that she wanted the throne. It was the only reason strong enough for her to join them.Now, he wasn't just secretly fighting his sister for the King's affection. He was also secretly fighting
"It's his jealousy talking Mother." Prince Ludiciel said, rolling his eyes. "Prince Ron was only helping me apply an ointment on my wound. I wasn't flaunting anything.""You could have stopped him though." Zedekiel grumbled. "Anyway, always keep your clothes on around him. Even if you're involved in a fight and you're heavily injured and bleeding, if he's in the room, you keep your clothes on."The Queen Mother couldn't help but laugh. Well, it was normal for Zedekiel to behave like that. If he didn't, she'd think something was wrong. "Speaking of keeping clothes on, have you taken Prince Ron's off?" She asked, eagerly wanting information.Prince Ludiciel also kept his ears open as he dried his wet robes with magic, wanting to hear how far they had gone.Zedekiel stared at the two gossips then sighed, shaking his head. "You two are hopeless. I'm not telling you anything.""Which means you haven't done anything right?" The Queen Mother asked, giving him a look of disappointment. She wa
Prince Ron, who was sitting in Zedekiel's private library, reading a book, suddenly sneezed.The white and red Fox on his shoulder rubbed it's head against Prince Ron's cool cheek, purring softly."Someone is definitely gossiping about me." Prince Ron mumbled. He was adorned in burgundy-hued robes intricately woven with threads of silver and mint green, creating an elegant tapestry of blossoming flowers that adorned the hem and sleeves. The colour of the robes complemented his red hair and green eyes. Ever since he realized red was the best colour for him, he had asked the Royal Couturier to make him more robes in different shades of red. He couldn't wait for his beloved to come back and see him dressed so nicely.He was sitting on a large plush white chair, reading a book about Elf reproduction with his Fox. He was supposed to be searching for the soul transfer book but he already had someone else doing that so he could read on how to bring children to the world.Yes. He was prepared
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
Prince Ron’s attention, however, was immediately drawn to the weird and spooky looking lantern. His emerald eyes sparkled with curiosity as he pointed at the lantern. "What is that?" he asked, staring at the glowing light. He had never seen such a lantern before. Could it be a genie? He wouldn’t be surprised if it was though. He fell in love with his sister’s husband to be who turned out to be an Elf, married him while having sex under the moonlight and was now carrying his babies. He had also been kidnapped by a deranged Elf and was saved by his beloved who brought along a weak rude witch. They even battled the Dark Lord from hell who came to take him away and some hours ago, he was possessed by an evil uncle Elf spirit. Seeing a genie now who could grant three of his wishes would not surprise him at all.Although, he did truly wish it was a genie. His first wish would be to have more stamina so he could go long hours in bed with his beloved! He could never forget the way his beloved