The Good-Willed Order

DOMINIC DIREKEN

My guards rushed into the place. Useless and stupid guards. I could have been shot if this slave had not gotten in the way of the bullet.

I looked up to where the gunshot had come from and groaned, dropping the glass of wine on the floor and letting it crash to the floor with a clatter while the salve writhed and groaned miserably on the floor.

“Aargh” I groaned and ran a hand through my hair, getting up to my feet. I was so sick of the assassination attempts and how they failed every single time. Not even once had they managed to cause a scratch to me and there has been at least twelve attempts on my life as far as I remember.

This time though, I could really almost have been hit. Most times, my reflexes would save me from whatever method the assassination came through but this time had been different. I can’t believe I was really so drawn to watching this slave jerk off that I totally didn’t notice I was about to be shot.

The groaning from the slave filled my ears and I looked down at my feet where he laid, now back in his human form. Well, he had saved my life though I definitely would not die from getting hit with that bullet.

“Get him up and have him get treated” I ordered and he was picked up from the floor by two of my guards while my uncle, master of this place was being dragged after me.

“That was a very poor try, Uncle. But hats off to you for knowing to keep me distracted before trying to kill me. The distraction worked quite well.” I said to him as he seethed with anger before me.

“You bastard! I will kill you eventually!” he gritted out.

“Well, I remember quite a lot of people saying that to me and where are they all now, Uncle?” I lowered my height a little bit.

“Their flesh were properly consumed by the dogs and their bones still lie on the plain fields. Your bones will be a sweet addition. And with the amount of fat on you, the dogs are about to have a good feast.” I grinned at him before straightening up.

“Get him out of my sight.” I ordered and he was dragged away.

“I need another glass of wine” I grabbed the bottle of wine and poured some in an empty glass, drank from it and walked towards the small stage where that slave had been earlier.

His shirt, which he had unbuttoned earlier still laid on the stage. I picked it up and took it closer to my face, breathing in his scent.

“Bastard” I groaned before dropping the shirt to the floor and letting out a troubled groan. How could that slave be my mate?

The second I walked in here, I knew he was my mate but I could almost not believe it. No, not because my mate was a man but because my mate was a fucking slave, owned by my uncle. I was bisexual, I fucked women and fucked men a few times too so my mate being a man wasn’t super alarming.

Yet, it was supposed to be disgusting to see such a pathetic man be my mate. He had a quite manly build but yet, he was small compared to me, held no status. However, watching kiss someone else in front of me was what had especially irked me.

I looked down and the bulge in my trousers, caused by watching him touch himself and jerk off his dick. He was quite sizeable, not the best I had seen but certainly not the worst. It would have been quite good to watch him explode though… His sharp moans in my ears as he got closer had made me harder too. And hell, he would have sounded quite good while cumming.

I groaned, feeling my cock harden more with those thoughts flooding in my head. I brushed the thoughts away. I would never bring myself down to a slave. If he survived the shot he had stupidly taken, he would be sold off to another slave master and I would forget I ever had a mate.

If I was going to increase my chances to become king, I needed a powerful partner and not some cheap slave.

THE NEXT DAY

“Prince Dominic Direken.” My presence was announced as I walked into the throne room with a grim look on my face.

My father, the king was seated on his throne, old and probably close to his death. I could not wait for his end though, I was quite eager for him to leave so I could take control of the throne before any of my brothers would get enough power to actively contest for the crown.

“Your majesty” I gave a little curt bow before looking up at him.

“You are safe” He sighed, almost like he was disappointed that I was alive.

“As always” I affirmed his words.

“Your uncle will be executed this afternoon for attempting to get rid of a royal”He informed.

“Fair enough. Is that all I have been summoned for?” I asked.

“Not all. You are the crown prince and you have so many attempts on your life. Stay in the palace more”

I chuckled.”The palace is more dangerous, don’t you think so?” I asked and he gazed at me with eyes that held a bit of contempt.

He shook his head.

“The slave boy who saved you last night…” He started and I thought how much of an hyperbole it was to say he saved me.

“He is recovering well and to improve your reputation and show how grateful you can be, even though you are clearly not grateful. I have decided that he will be elevated from slave status and become your advisor upon his full recovery.”

My brows arched in a bit of surprise.

“Become my advisor? What does a slave boy know? What would he advise me about?”I questioned.

“He doesn’t have to advise you about anything, Direken. He only has to be around you, you can make him your errand man but he will be around you to show your supposed gratefulness” He said firmly.

“I am not interested in keeping another advisor, your majesty.” I firmly refused.

“I am the king and my words are order, Prince Dominic Direken.”

I gritted my teeth at his words, my hands clenching into fists. I didn’t want my slave mate around me.

“When he gets to you, you can get rid of him and pull your reputation deeper into the mud, so much that you get rejected as crown prince” His words were a threat. My jaws clenched as I stared at him before unclenching my jaw and swallowing hard.

“I, Prince Dominic Direken accept the good-willed order of your majesty.”