Chapter 3
That night, Rhys left his father's bedside and headed out to the brothel. He needed a distraction from his dying father. He couldn't stop thinking about the responsibility he was about to take on. While he had a lot in common with the Military Police when it came to drinking, fucking, and slacking off, he didn't care much about dealing with the people within the walls.
When he got to Teahouse, he found Axis in his room. Without a word, Rhys was on top of Axis, and Axis tore his shirt off, hoping to get another great blowjob from him.
After they messed around for a while, they lay in bed. Rhys didn't seem intent on leaving, and Axis decided to take Amy's advice. He pulled a cigarette out of the bedside table and lit it. "How's your father doing, Rhys?" he asked, feeling a little strange.
"Why are you so concerned all of the sudden?" Rhys asked. "Started having feelings for me?" he laughed.
"KISS MY ASS-" Axis shouted before he was interrupted by Rhys climbing on top of him. While Rhys was kissing Axis' neck, he heard bells ringing in the distance. He stopped and looked out the window. "Mmm why'd you stop?" mumbled Axis.
"The King is dead."
Rhys got up and began to get dressed. "You destroyed my shirt," he said to Axis. "What the fuck do you expect? You burst in here and now you're pissed that I tore your shirt. I'm sure you've got plenty to wear that match your new crown," Axis said.
Rhys left the room and a Military Police escort was waiting for him outside to take him back to the castle deepest within the walls.