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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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Holy Perdition - Part 15

Cele woke to an empty bed and was not quick enough nor awake enough to stifle the disappointment that burrowed in his gut when he realized he was by his lonesome under the blanket.

He huffed and pushed himself up, now groggy and grumpy, only to be greeted by a prince. No longer dressed like a priest, and once again donning the proper trappings of a high standing member of Simonese nobility, Heiko rested casually at the breakfast table, one leg crossed over the other.

“Nice of you to finally wake up and face the world,” he teased with a smirk.

“Where are the others?” Cele asked quickly - so as not to get drawn in - rubbing his eyes and then pulling his fingers through his hair.

He could feel Heiko’s jade eyes watch him as he did. Considering the… out character… dream he had last night, Cele wanted nothing more than to limit his interaction with the young prince.

“Preparing the horses.”