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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

Devising the Board - Part 15

"Ada, love," Alfred spoke as he entered Little Ko's chambers. He had seen the light creep out from beneath the door and knew it could only be his cheeky little niece, too sharp for her own good. Only he and Ada dared enter into the rooms. "Why are you-"

He stopped short upon gazing at her heavily flushed faced, tight with what seemed to be alarm.

"Ada." His tone took an insistent turn as he crossed for her in concern, seizing a shoulder in his right hand and falling to a knee to even their gazes. "What is it?" He demanded, before following her eyeline - to the old parchment in with her grip.

Alfie furrowed his brow, tracing his free hand down to her wrist, trying to relax the muscles in her hand. She was squeezing the paper so tightly it was beginning to wrinkle. Any harder and it might have even teared.