The Prince’s Boy: 62

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62: Jorin

The next morning Sergetten hooded me again, and broke his fast upon the terrace outside his rooms. Besides the hood I wore only a drape of cloth that covered my privates, and he bade me kneel beside him while he ate, favoring me with morsels from time to time as the hood left my mouth free. A bit of meat, then a crust of bread sweetened with honey, and so on. The autumn chill was starting to creep down the mountains and I shivered some while trying to hold an obedient pose, warmed only by his quiet praise when I succeeded.

A knock came at the door. He answered it, leaving me where I was, and I could hear him raise his voice but not make out the words. He returned to me a few moments later and led me back inside.

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The Prince’s Boy: 62

(Continuing the weekly serial by Cecilia Tan! Need to start at the beginning? Click here.)

62: Jorin

The next morning Sergetten hooded me again, and broke his fast upon the terrace outside his rooms. Besides the hood I wore only a drape of cloth that covered my privates, and he bade me kneel beside him while he ate, favoring me with morsels from time to time as the hood left my mouth free. A bit of meat, then a crust of bread sweetened with honey, and so on. The autumn chill was starting to creep down the mountains and I shivered some while trying to hold an obedient pose, warmed only by his quiet praise when I succeeded.

A knock came at the door. He answered it, leaving me where I was, and I could hear him raise his voice but not make out the words. He returned to me a few moments later and led me back inside.

Read the rest of this entry »

Mirrored from Circlet Press: Welcome to Circlet 2.0.