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Elswere preferred to live his lie and take something that wasn’t his for a time. The right thing would be to go to war with the White Tide Court in West Iceland, defeat them, or try to anyway, and allow Prince Jaki to take the Crown.
Elswere only held his lands, kept the border defended, and waited.
His life had aged him too. The indulgence showed in his slight gut. Time and stress bled through the lines around his eyes and the dark shadows underneath them. His hair was naturally white, but it looked dry. The poor man couldn’t even fuck without help. He must have been far different in his youth when things had been easier, and he thought the future held peace.
It was a struggle to haul the King to his bed. Lumi left him on the covers, removed his clothes, and collected his own to dress. King Elswere wouldn’t remember anything tomorrow since truth resin combined with large amounts of wine dulled memory to nothing. Even if he remembered any fragments, he’d dismiss them as strange dreams.
The pleasure slave wouldn’t have access to truth resin, and he wouldn’t ask such questions. He only lived to take cocks, right?
The desire to have his slick ass railed didn’t go away since the heat hadn’t dissipated yet, and he considered going to the Prince’s rooms to knock and beg.
Lumi wouldn’t get it.
Chapter Three
Lumi wasn’t expecting the Prince to move so fast. He was awoken at dawn by two guards who didn’t care he’d gone to sleep naked. They simply dragged him out into the frigid air and ignored his protests.
“The Crown Prince wants you.”
“Fine. I can walk-”
“Shut up,” snapped one.
The cold certainly woke him up, and he didn’t bother with further complaints since the results wouldn’t change. The guards manhandled him by other early risers. Their shocked faces at seeing the nude pleasure slave outside would have been comical if things weren’t so serious. They likely assumed he’d misbehaved somehow, and it wasn’t that bad.
Lumi had already brought the heat on before he was even in the Prince’s rooms. Prince Jaki glared at his flushed face when the guards made him kneel in front of the couch. Lumi shivered and wanted to huddle in front of the fire, but the men’s steely grips held him still. He smiled at the Prince as he noticed the ropes and leather cuffs on the couch cushion next to him.
“Ooh, I know what game we’re playing.”
Prince Jaki regarded him for a moment before he spoke. “Put the leather cuffs on and hogtie him. Make it tight. I want the whore to suffer.”
The guards took the coils of rope and forced Lumi to the floor even though he didn’t fight. Once his ankles and wrists were cuffed together, the men threaded ropes through the rings on the sides and set to tightening the position while he lay on his stomach.
A couple of the courtiers had hogtied him to where his back was arched and breathing grew harder before taking a crop to him. Lumi was more concerned because the Prince likely had worse than a cropping planned.
Prince Jaki watched with mild interest as the ropes were secured. “I don’t want anyone outside of my door.”
The guards left without another word. Once the door was shut, Lumi tested the ropes and wiggled on the thick rug. The small table in front of the couch had been moved aside, and he felt like an ornament to be admired, although that wouldn’t last long. He focused on controlling his breathing as he gazed up at the Prince. At least the warmth in the room had stopped his shivers.
“Well?” asked Prince Jaki. "Is there anything you want to say?"
“I’ll be a good boy,” purred Lumi. “You know I will.”
Prince Jaki slunk off the couch to grab Lumi’s chin. “It’s a pity you look so sweet. I almost don’t want to hurt you. I’m going to give you one chance to admit everything.”
Did he suspect or truly know? If he knew something, how much? Everything? Half? Bits and pieces? Prince Jaki’s eyes were so cold, Lumi’s stomach tightened a little even though he kept his eager expression in place.
“Your eyes are like green sea ice,” said Prince Jaki.
“Your pink eyes are prettier. Like wolver flowers.”
“You have twenty seconds to admit the truth,” said Prince Jaki. “Not compliment my eyes.”
“You mentioned mine. What am I supposed to admit? How much I want your cock?”
“Tell me the things you know.”
“What things? Give me something specific to deny while we play. It makes it more real.”
