A story about a prince and his pretty consort presumptive.
Crown Prince Raffe, as the only son of High King Alizade and sole heir to the High Throne of the Ruemri Empire, is bound to fulfill one important duty for the crown. Even if that duty involv...
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RAFFE cursed.
It was early dawn when they both woke up with loud banging on their door. Raffe rushed to put on a robe and got to his feet. Soren went after him after rubbing the sleep off of his eyes and found Rihan at the door. Soren couldn't read his expression but the way his body tensed and the way his clipped words sounded told Soren that Raffe would be busy again that day.
He was putting on his own robe when he caught the words "Fon" and "dead".
Soren bit his lower lip and looked at Raffe. His back was facing Soren but the faie could tell he was angry. If Fon was truly dead, then they had just lost the only one who could tell them about the mysterious faie back in Halyon Castle.
"Everything okay?" Soren asked when Rihan left and Raffe began undressing his robe. He started putting on his usual attire—black breeches, a clean white linen shirt, and his dark brown ankle boots. He fixed his sword on his waist and tied his wavy black hair at the back of his neck.
"Fon's dead," Raffe answered. Soren winced. "They found him this morning. His throat was slit. They found the men guarding the dungeon and Rihan's holding them right now for questioning."
"Are you going to question them yourself?"
"Yes. There are only days before the coronation and nobles from other kingdoms are starting to gather here in Ruemreon. We need to secure the whole place, put more security to avoid the same thing that happened in the Healer's Ward to happen again." He sighed as he rubbed his face. "Just thinking about it gives me a fucking headache. Will I see you at breakfast later?"
"Hm." Soren thought about it for a moment. "I don't think we'll see each other until after lunch."
"Are you going somewhere today?" Raffe asked, tucking Soren's hair in his ear absentmindedly. Soren suspected Raffe wasn't even aware he was doing it.
"I need to be at the Healer's Ward later. Duchess Tanya from Eryl will meet with me to discuss the possible complications of her early pregnancy. After that, I'll have to go to the Minister of Finance and get our budget for this month approved. Then the High King is asking me to join today's petition—"
"What a busy day."
Soren chuckled softly. "I don't really want to hear that from you, you annoying prick."
Raffe grinned.
"We're going to get busier when I become High King, you know."
"Like it wasn't obvious enough already."
Raffe ran his fingers through Soren's hair and Soren relished the warm fuzzy feeling he felt inside. He took a step forward and wrapped his arms around Raffe's waist, burying his face on his chest, breathing him in.
