Sunlight was streaming through the castle windows, illuminating the dank walls of the dungeon-like room. The walls stood bear with nothing but the spider webs in the corners. The floor was damp with water stains, freezing from the constant lack of sunlight and use. To the farthest wall from the window stood a wooden door. It was a very plain wooden door, about as tall as the average man, three feet in width, and two feet thick. Truly, the only remarkable thing about the door itself was a very small window about eye level with three vertical metal bars placed strategically throughout the small space.
A small boy let a whimper from where he sat on the straw mattress currently located under the window. The boy looked to be in his early teens, just shy of manhood. He had a shock of blonde, spiky hair that looked like he had just rolled out of bed. Cerulean eyes shown with the unshed tears that they boy was holding back as he stared at the door, waiting for it to open. He had heard the trumpet's song some time ago, announcing the King's return. It was just a matter of time before the guards were to unlock the door and he was to be ushered out to get a good scrubbing before he is forced to see the King.
The lock on the door started to turn as the boy stumbled to his feet, shivering from the lack of warmth his current garments provided. Steeling himself, the boy looked to the floor as the door slowly swung open to reveal the single guard currently on duty. He knew what was next so he waited patiently for the guard to give his orders. The guard stood transfixed for a moment at the young boy. He was told that the boy was seventeen but looked fourteen due to his small height. What the guard was not expecting was the boy to be so… beautiful. The boy stood tall to a solid five foot four with a lanky, but muscular, build. Even covered in dirt and grime the guard wondered if the boy's milky skin was as soft as it appeared. Shaking his head clear of the useless thoughts the guard spoke to the boy.
"You are to come with me, Prisoner. His Majesty requests your presence." The boy nodded only once and went to follow the guard through the endless hallways of the castle.
The castle itself is quite grand, filled with wonderful portraits, lavish tapestries, and lush carpets. The boy can feel the temperature difference between the rest of the castle and his 'room'. Any other person would feel the need to complain or upset of the living arrangements, the boy was just grateful that he had a roof over his head and food in his stomach.
All too soon the pair arrived at the servants bathing chambers. The chamber itself is nothing special, just a simple stone room with a simple wooden tub. The boy looks over to his left to find a pair of clothes and shoes that he is to put on after his bath. Unsurprisingly, both items are quite fancy and expensive looking. The boy pulls off his ratty shirt, revealing muscular torso that even the price could rival with. The only blemish on this beautiful body is one thin, silver scar right below his collar bone. The boy bends down slightly to pull off his trousers, leaving him in all his glory. The guard gulps nervously and stares at the young boy for a moment longer before he realizes that the boy is waiting for him to proceed. The guard coughs before giving his next order.
"Okay, Prisoner. You are to sit in the tub while I wash you. Do I make myself clear?" The boy only nods once before stepping into the freezing water. The boy expected nothing less for a lowly servant. The guard sighed before rolling up his sleeves to tackle the grime that is currently caked on to the boy. The guard tried to ignore his growing arousal at the naked beauty he was currently scrubbing, but it was to no avail. Nothing about the young boy could be ignored, so the guard just let his hands wonder where they may.
The guard's hands moved down the boy's neck, pausing briefly to gently stroke the delicate collarbone before drifting lover to his deliciously pink and perky nipples. The guard licked his lips slightly before he let his hands drift lower, ghosting over the boy's abs before stopping completely on the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh. The boy offered no complaint as the guard's hands rose higher, pausing momentarily before the guard grabbed the boy's length and gently started pumping. The boy inhaled sharply before closing his eyes, silently praying that this would be over soon. The guard, encouraged by the boy's reaction leaned in the gently suck on the boy's neck. The young boy let out a soft groan at the ministrations he was currently receiving, leaning his head back to give more access to his throat.
The guard chuckled lightly at the boy's enthusiasm, biting harshly onto the flesh just below the boy's ear and quickly licking the pain away. The young boy groaned again before entwining his fingers into the guard's hair. Just as quickly as the guard initiated the intimate contact, he stopped. The boy whimpered, his blue eyes pleading the guard to continue. The guard smirked at the young boy before he spoke again.
"Get out of the tub, Prisoner, and bend over." The boy quickly did as he was ordered, gently quivering in fear for what was about to come. The guard's smirk stayed in place as he saw the young boy's delectable ass come into full view. Just the sight of it cause the guard's arousal to painfully bulge inside of his own trousers, of which he quickly discarded. As the guard was about the prep the boy, something along the boy's lower back caught his eye.
Upon closer inspection the guard came to find a circled shaped scar. Inside of the circle was the outline of an eagle bearing ribbon with two Latin words printed inside of it. Cedo nulli. I yield to no one. The guard gasps and takes a step back, disbelief written all over his face. The boy slowly straightened up and turns with a crestfallen expression to look at the guard. The two stare at each other for a few moments before the guard speaks.
"Who are you, Prisoner, and why do have the Royal Emblem branded onto your flesh?" At the boy's answer the guard pales and rushes to put his pants back on.
"I am Roxas Raviére, and I am the King's one and only manservant. Because you have tried to 'defile' me, I am afraid that you are going to be put to death."