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He was the prince she broke and remade for her pleasure, then set free. Now, as a king, he feels her ghost in every quiet moment, and the only question left is whether he’ll burn his kingdom down to feel her touch again.
Aelarion kneels naked on the cold marble floor, silver-blond hair matted with sweat as the drug haze clouds his emerald eyes. Lyra circles him in her silk robes, her amber gaze assessing every tremor
As he walks inside a key figure. Hiden by a hooded cloak and veil. Was already waiting as the treaty continues . Amendments were made and signed. After evrything is finished and everyone else left the
Aelarion's hands tremble as he begins unbuttoning his shirt, each undone button feeling like a surrender. "The chain suits you," Lyra murmurs, watching the silver links glint in the light. He removes
They travel incognito via horse. The travel was hell the toys dig in . Beneath the cloak he lay bare. Always ready for her to play with . At night while they travel thru the forest . The cloak disappe
As hes exhaustion stacks from her minstrations. He faints the next thing he knows he awoken inside the golden cage. His cage. Naked like before . Waiting for her to call on him. A toy to be used to b