The Contes
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No man has the air of temptation Roger does. Those wicked eyes hinting at the darkness lurking within, the soft promise in his smile. To Wyldon, the Duke is irresistible, and even the slightest glance from the mage makes his knees weak.
After Her Majesty dies, Wyldon is there to console King Roald. And when Roald seeks comfort in his arms, he is there, waiting. That short week is one of the sweetest of his life, but also the most bitter, for he knows that his feelings for his King will never be returned.
When he answers an urgent summons only to walk in on an indecent King Jonathan, he blushes and apologises profusely, until Jon tells him he is being silly and to come a little closer. He does, and it is well worth the embarrassment.
At Northwatch, Prince Roald is chafing at the bit. The toll of his inactivity is taking hold, and Wyldon curses inwardly as the heir to the Tortallan throne kisses him passionately. He should know what lengths a Conte will go to in order to get his way. But Wyldon kisses him back, thinking that maybe there are a few lessons he could teach young knight yet.