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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

Wretched Sparks - Part 4

They only stayed around the fire for an hour or so more. Despite the camp being full of people, Cele had only Rudolf and Kaifin to accompany him, considering they were the only fools that didn’t speak Burkean. Rudolf seemed to understand it well enough, but he threw the other two a bone, and dared not to abandon them. Whether out of pity or not, the general was thankful.

The pitch of the sky beyond the camp had begun to lighten into a depressing gray when they were finally escorted to a small tent that the three were meant to share to sleep. It was a tight squeeze inside - the width of the tent was barely larger than the width of the three men’s shoulders when pressed side to side, which didn’t bode well for restful sleep - but it was warm, and that was really all Cele could ask for. The material shielding them was rough canvas lined with fur, and it held heat tremendously well - so much so that Cele had to shed some layers to get comfortable.

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