The Prince’s Boy: 73

73: Kenet

I came to in a bed even more luxurious than the one I had known in my room in the castle, and for a moment I feared the deed was done. I sat up to find I was alone in the bed, with Roichal and Jort each asleep on a low pallet at the foot, one on the right and one on the left, like a pair of hunting dogs.

“Master,” I whispered.

One of Roichal’s eyes opened, and he sat up with a grunt.

“Must you stay down there?”

He stood and came close to the head of the bed. “My prince, we cannot…”

“You are my master until something changes,” I said. “I say that not as a prince’s decree, but the truth I know in my heart. I have been yours for a long time.”

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The Prince’s Boy: 73

73: Kenet

I came to in a bed even more luxurious than the one I had known in my room in the castle, and for a moment I feared the deed was done. I sat up to find I was alone in the bed, with Roichal and Jort each asleep on a low pallet at the foot, one on the right and one on the left, like a pair of hunting dogs.

“Master,” I whispered.

One of Roichal’s eyes opened, and he sat up with a grunt.

“Must you stay down there?”

He stood and came close to the head of the bed. “My prince, we cannot…”

“You are my master until something changes,” I said. “I say that not as a prince’s decree, but the truth I know in my heart. I have been yours for a long time.”

Read the rest of this entry »

Mirrored from Circlet Press: Welcome to Circlet 2.0.