"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
The Elf spirit hovered over the mattress, carefully scrutinizing the covers of the books. He moved his finger and the pages flipped over fast. He got to the middle of page of each of the books then stopped, a wide smile appearing on his face."Is that it?" Prince Ron asked, noting the changes on Prince Kayziel's ghost-like face. "Is that what you're looking for?"In the middle of each page was a single word written in characters Prince Ron could not make out. They seemed to be in an ancient Elfin language.Prince Kayziel burst out laughing. "You did it, Prince Ron! You did it! This is the spell! This is the spell that will get me a body!"If he weren't a spirit, he would have hugged Prince Ron, his new vessel. He had actually underestimated the Prince. The boy was truly reliable.Prince Ron was elated. He wouldn't have to search further. "Does this mean I'm not longer bound to our deal and the Earth Spirit? Even if you do not succeed, my soul won't be stripped from my body and trapped
His eyes widened, face and ears going crimson when he saw the illustrations on the page. Ahhhh he had completely forgotten about this particular book!There were different kinds of explicit sexual positions couples could engage in to enjoy the process of bringing a baby into the world within.And why did Prince Ron read such a book in the first place? Well, there were decent pictures of homosexual couples on the cover so he wanted to see what it was about. He never expected it to be drawings of different kinds of sex positions.Prince Ron groaned inwardly for he hadn't gotten the chance to return the book before his beloved sneaked up on him. He felt so embarrassed that he buried his heated face in his beloved's chest. What would his beloved think of him now?Zedekiel couldn't help but want to tease him further. "Hmmm, I never took you to be this kind of person, Prince Ron."Prince Ron was mortified. What kind of person did his beloved think he was? A pervert?"Do you think of me and
Zedekiel chuckled as he reached out, grabbed Prince Ron's hand and pulled him close. "You're the prettiest person I've ever seen."Prince Ron's chest swelled with pride. He thought back to the small ball Prince Kayziel gave him which he swallowed then smiled. Maybe it was already working. "Is my skin glowing?" He asked."Always." Zedekiel responded. "And you smell so good." He kept it in mind to always compliment Prince Ron since he liked it.Prince Ron's happiness knew no bounds. He leaned in and planted a chaste kiss on his beloved's lips but before he could pull back, Zedekiel held the back of his head, keeping him in place then crashed their lips together again.He kissed Prince Ron senseless before biting his bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth. He toyed with it, nibbling and licking then moved on to his neck.Prince Ron threw his head back, giving his beloved full access and Zedekiel zeroed in on his most sensitive spot and attacked it with fervor, making sure to leave a ma
Frustrated, Prince Kayziel grabbed one of them. "You're just a bunch of cowards! The boy is not even a 100 years old! If you do not fight-" he directly slit the throat of the soldier he grabbed. "You die!"Upon witnessing the scene, the soldiers pivoted their attention to Zedekiel, brandishing their swords. Knowing Prince Kayziel's prowess as a fighter far exceeded Zedekiel's, they speculated that confronting the boy might afford them a chance of survival, albeit slim. However, facing Prince Kayziel spelled certain death for all. Besides, Zedekiel was injured and had lost a significant amount of blood. Putting him down should not be difficult. And so, they collectively surged toward him.Young Zedekiel strived. He fought with all his might, killing some soldiers while fatally injuring some. He fought like a mad man, swinging his sword with reckless abandon yet maintaining an unparalleled level of precision at the same time for he drew blood with each swing. The vale was quickly litter
He sighed, placing on a hand on Zedekiel's cheek, stroking the cold skin gently. "You know, I wanted to spare your life but when I saw the way you took hold of everything in the castle, I just couldn’t. You're still so young, yet you were already ruling the Kingdom like a proper King. When your Father died, I thought the entire Kingdom would be in a state of disarray and I would return and take charge like a grand hero but I was surprised to find that everything was under control. Even when I commanded the Officials to do something, they would say that they had to run it through you first so I knew that I had to get rid of you.""If you desired the throne, you could have just said so." Young Zedekiel gritted. "I haven't even been crowned King yet. I could have willingly abdicated in your favour.""Yes, you could have." Prince Kayziel nodded. "But would you have let me marry your Mother?"Young Zedekiel fell silent but the answer was evident in the intense glare that emanated from his
He had tried to go beyond the garden but he found that he couldn't. He was bound to his younger self and could only go where his younger self went or the places he had been to before. Which meant that if Ron didn't go back to the garden, he wouldn't be able to see him again. He just hoped that Ron would not give up on his stupid self and come back or is stupid self would stop being so stupid and go find Ron.Prince Kayziel had gone to his younger self in the middle of the night and convinced him to join them in their journey to Ashenmore so they could start their revenge. At first, Young Zedekiel didn’t want to go for he had already agreed to wait as his mother had instructed but Prince Kayziel managed to convince him by reminding him of the things the humans had done to his father and brother. He then told him that if they waited too long, the humans might fully prepare themselves for what was to come and they would lose the element of surprise.Hearing this, Young Zedekiel put on hi
“This should be the last time we meet.” Young Zedekiel said. “Normally I would kill you for being a witch and lying to me but since we have been together, I will spare your life. Never make the mistake of coming before me in the future because I will kill you.”With that, Young Zedekiel turned and continued on his way, leaving Ron kneeling there, completely and utterly heartbroken.**********Zedekiel wanted to stay and see what Ron would do but something told him to follow his younger self and so he did. He followed even as his younger self sprinted away from the garden, his movements a blur of speed, almost as if he were a shadow racing across the earth. The wind whipped around him, tousling his silver hair. His dark robes billowing behind him like the wings of a dark angel.He dashed past the castle, his supernatural speed carrying him effortlessly, propelling him forward with a sense of urgency that mirrored the turmoil within his heart.Finally, he arrived at the labyrinth, a pla
"I'm not deceiving you," he insisted, locking eyes with Zedekiel, “I swear it. My true identity is Raldore Nightshade, a witch—the youngest child of Malik and Yara Nightshade, leaders of the esteemed Nightshade Coven."Young Zedekiel's shock was palpable, his features frozen in disbelief as Ron's words washed over him like a tidal wave. He shook his head, taking a few steps backwards. “No. No you’re lying. You cannot be a witch. You smell different. You smell human.”“That’s because my magic is extremely weak.” Ron explained. “I am the weakest Nightshade to ever exist. Look, this is the only thing that I can do.”He crouched down on the grass, closed his eyes and muttered some words. Slowly a small plant germinated from the ground and gradually grew a single red juicy looking apple on its branch. But Ron already knew that the apples he grew were not tasty at all. He plucked the fruit, stood up and held it out to Zedekiel. “See, I’m a witch.”To say Young Zedekiel was shocked was an un
He ran and hugged Young Zedekiel tight from behind. “I’m sorry okay? Please talk to me. Tell me what I did wrong and I promise never to it again. I love you Zedekiel. I can’t live without you.”“Lies!” Young Zedekiel snarled, yanking Ron’s arms away from his body. He turned around, his eyes blazing with fury. “Lies lies lies! All you humans know are lies, deceit and betrayal. You do not love. You can never love. All of you are too selfish for that!”Ron stared at Zedekiel, unable to understand what he was talking about. “What are you saying?” he asked. “What do you mean?”“You know exactly what I mean.” Young Zedekiel replied. “Stop acting like you’re innocent. You humans are all the same.”“No we’re not.” Ron argued. “I don’t know what you’re talking about but we’re not. I have done none of what you mentioned. I love you wholeheartedly, Zedekiel. I have been waiting here for weeks, at this same spot where we both first met. I have been waiting for you like you asked me to but not onc
“Good. You will rest for two full weeks and heal properly. Only then will I allow you to take my children into war with the humans. I get that you’re all angry. I too am brimming with rage and there’s nothing I wish more than to see those humans dead but we all have to wait. We have to be patient and strike when they least expect it. We have to be at our best so we can avenge the lives they took from us. Understand?”Prince Kayziel nodded instantly.She turned to Young Zedekiel and although he didn’t want to agree, he could not go against her. Especially after his uncle had agreed. “Yes, Mother.”Zedekiel, who was watching, closed his eyes and sighed for he knew what came next and he wished he had listened to his Mother. His stubbornness and impatience had cost them the lives of more Elves and had nearly cost that of his Mother and siblings as well.********After listening to Prince Kayziel's side of the story, Young Zedekiel was walking back to his room when a guard frantically appr
Without hesitation, Alaric closed the distance between them, enfolding Ron in a gentle yet firm embrace. His arms wrapped around his younger brother, offering a comforting anchor amidst the storm of emotions. He pressed Ron close, as if trying to shield him from the pain and disappointment that threatened to overwhelm him.Zedekiel floated into the shadows, his heart hurting as he silently watched Ron cry. He couldn’t believe that in the past, he hurt Ron so much and made him cry. He felt like total jerk. A complete asshole. He was the one who had approached Ron first and declared him his wife but here he was, abandoning the person he claimed to love. This must be why Alaric had been so mad at him back in the coven.The Elf King had no idea that he had seen nothing yet.That night, Alaric succeeded in convincing Ron to go home, rest, and eat some good food then come back the next day and wait again. Zedekiel on the other hand, floated back to the castle. On getting there, he noticed t
“My brother is yours?” Alaric chuckled coldly. “What an introduction.”“Brother, he’s the one we saved some months ago.” Ron informed Alaric.“That drowning smelly Elf?” Alaric asked.Ron nodded. “He’s the one. I’ve told him many times that I cannot return his feelings for me but he just won’t leave me alone. He said he’d rather see me dead than with someone else.”Hearing that, Alaric's anger ignited like a roaring inferno. “You want to see my brother dead? My brother?" Alaric's queried, his voice rumbling like thunder, laced with a dangerous edge that sent chills down the spine of anyone who heard. Even the neighbouring leaves, bushes, flowers, and animals were not spared. They trembled at the sound of his voice and the intensity of his magic.His chest tightened, and muscles tensed as if coiling to strike. The mere thought of someone wishing harm upon his beloved sibling was enough to send his emotions spiraling out of control. He shielded Ron behind him and held out his hand as he