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Hallowed Be

Two years after Prince Heiko witnessed the death of his father during the 91st Battle of Tyton, and subsequently, the defeat of his kingdom, he was sent to the gates of the victor, armed with nothing but empty words and a command from his elder brother to form a treaty of peace. Two years after General Celestino Adesso released the arrow that felled the great king of Simo, he is presented with the youngest of his sons. Though barely a man at seventeen summers, the prince was far from wet behind the ears. In fact, his tactful yet brazen form of statecraft vaulted him far beyond his years. Coupled with his draconian mannerisms, and a knack for callous pleasure, it was only a matter of time before Celestino caught a whiff of something sinister. But Prince Heiko was no fool. He was betting heavily on that sharp nose. He wanted a sense of dubiety to gnaw at the general. He needed to create mistrust in his elder brother in order to build credence in himself. Because he knew of Celestino Adesso, and of the illustrious king he served. He knew they wouldn't trust him over his elder brother any more than they would trust a raincloud to bring sun. He knew that to those men, he wasn't honorable, and because of that, he was forced to play the games he was known for. The ones that conspired in the dead of night, the ones that spoke no words but shifted kingdoms. The ones that could obtain the allegiance of General Celestino. Little did the young prince know, however, allegiance was not all he would obtain. But no matter how much Heiko wanted to offer the man what he desired, he could not - not while bound to the gods. Check out my Discord:

K Higgins · LGBT+
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153 Chs

Holy Perdition - Part 12

They returned without a word. Cele refused to look in the prince’s direction, let alone speak to him, and Heiko, Cele figured, spitefully refused to break the quietude himself.

Though, he may have been relishing Cele’s anger, which, to the general’s great dismay, was not well hidden. It bothered him that this bothered him - the thought of someone bathing the prince. He figured it was no different than a slave running a cloth down him, but it seemed it. Especially, when it was Gustaf, who had nothing but soft words and tender touches for the Muse.

They had all seen Heiko naked, his taught body, the pale, untouched skin, the jade of his eyes overshadowing it all. And now he was letting that priest bathe him. Priest of Trochta or not, one would have to be blind or impotent to not stir at the sight. And then to be so bold as to ask to wash him? How blind could Heiko truly be to his intention? Or, perhaps, the question ought to have been how smitten?

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