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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

Temperate Penumbras - Part 7

Cele ended up dozing off in the wardrobe. He had no indication of how long, but his once numb limbs now throbbed painfully.

It was the slam of a door that awoke him. He jolted up instinctually, ready for confrontation, despite his protesting muscles.

“My prince,” he heard Rudolf say, in such a voice that it was clear he, too, was taken aback.

“Leave me,” Heiko bit, crossing the room with heavy steps that seemed out of character. After a moment, he demanded, “Where is the Ilysian?”

There was a silence in which Cele assumed the captain pointed to the wardrobe.

“He actually stayed in?” The prince released a bitter chuckle. “What a good dog.”

It was enough of a slight for Cele’s belly to bubble in agitation, making him kick the door open with his boot. The vacillation of the light from the hearth forced him to squint and avert his gaze. Still, he could feel Rudolf and Heiko’s bemused gazes.