07DaniDC chapter 2 .

I already want to read more, but you know I hate you, and I love you because you always write stories too good and do not continue. I hope this is the exception and you can update quickly, and I feel sad for the other stories that have been forgotten...

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With all sincerity I apologize, J have 2 jobs and a family to care for. My dad lost his job and my mom is a house wife. My sis and her two kids moved back in due to an abusive husband.

So I love writing but never have time. I wish to complete all my stories but last year I was promised assistance from someone who said they would be my BETA but they ghosted me.

I will do my best to fix and update all.

Dianne Steedman chapter 2 .

Loved this chapter. Oh, can't wait to see what's coming in the next chapter. Thank you.

Dianne Steedman chapter 1 .

I love what you have written so far. This is going to be a very interesting story; thank you.

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Thank you so much for the support; I really appreciate it.

Chapter 3: It wouldn't take me much to shatter the bones in your wrist.

Kurt awoke to a face hovering over him; his first instinct was to throw a punch. His hand moving on his own; the fear grew only deeper when his punch had seemed to have no effect on the person. Instead, they held unto his hand wrist and pulled him up, forcing him to sit upright.

"Your first reaction was to assault the prince?" The man across from him asked, amused. "It wouldn't take me much to shatter the bones in your wrist; I advise you not challenge me" Everything finally came back. This man with honey-coloured eyes, he was the prince. "Are you awake?" Blaine snapped his fingers before Kurt's eyes.

"I beg your pardon; I was confused. It was a normal reaction of anyone who wakes up to a strange man hovering above them" Kurt flushed red, he tried to pull his hand back, but Prince Blaine seemed to be holding unto it. "My Prince-"

"I was only checking to see if you were awake, and I seem to have gotten attacked" He stared at Kurt's hand like he was trying to understand it. Kurt frowned; why was this idiot holding unto his hand and staring at it? "You should eat more; you look a bit too thin. Do you not eat food? "

"I understand how that may seem like an issue to you when thinking of potential partners but seeing as I am not on your list. I must request you release my arm that you have been staring intensely at and refrain from making remarks regarding my consumption of food," Kurt responded. He was shocked to see a smirk on the prince's face.

"So essentially, you tell me to shut up and mind my business?" Prince Blaine stared at Kurt. "You are not even my type. Red hair is far more attractive with green eyes."

Kurt held back his words; he wondered how and why he could speak so freely with Blaine. Was Blaine hiding his presence? His blue eyes moved to stare at the Prince; he was attractive.

"Well, thank god for small blessings; I seem to love my brunette hair even more",, Kurt responded quietly. A moment of silence passed, and Kurt cleared his throat to change the topic. "I recall fainting. Was that some sort of punishment?"

"Why on earth would we punish you?" Blaine asked, shocked. "Here, look at this" He let go of Kurt's wrist, and Kurt saw it. A crest was ingrained on his hand. "Shocking, right? I was perplexed to discover fate paired me and you together." Blaine said, thrusting his hand forward and showing his matching crest.

"What do you mean 'paired us together, and what are these marks?What do they mean?"

"The prophecy is being fulfilled. It means that I am the rightful king' and our son will save the world; it's a prophecy passed down," Blaine explained. Kurt's eyes widened. Hands moving over his clothes," I did not touch you; I am not a rapist."

"I would never-"

"Your actions said it all", Blaine said. "You have to forgive me; I must take my leave. I do not take kindly to insults on my character, such as that"

"May I return home?" Kurt asked the retreating man. Blaine paused and turned back.

"You will not be leaving this palace, I assure you. Even I cannot leave as I wish," Blaine said.

"I do not understand; you cannot keep me here!"

"Your anger is misplaced; I am not 'keeping' you here. Hell, it would be better for me; I want to go back to the war front," Blaine responded.

"I do not wish to marry you, nor do I want to carry your children. Irregardless of what some mark on my wrist says." Kurt snapped.

"Trust me; I want nothing to do with you. You are just not my type; I doubt anything would happen with any man you marry past hand-holding anyways," Blaine responded back. Kurt felt his cheeks flush red in embarrassment. "You have two choices presented to you by fate. One, you may choose to have my kids so I can go back to the war front or two, you can disappear, and I can go back to the war front."

Kurt bit his lip in anger, "neither".

"I will let the king know you wish to see him." Blaine shrugged before leaving the room to Kurt. "Although a bit of advice. If I were you, I would be careful with what I say to the king. This lovely room is far more comfortable than the dungeon below."

Kurt was terrified at the concept of marrying a man his uncle could refer to as a monster. He considered using his power to read the buffoon's mind but with a tower of so many people. He was not sure he could manage it. His powers were not trained, so if he turned it on, he would be able to read everyone's mind within 2km of his location.

So it drained him and could potentially kill him if used with this many people within range.

He heard a knock on the door. "Come in" A few maids entered; they were all submissives dressed in french maid outfits. Their dresses ending just below their ankle. The ladies were all holding a different assortment of clothes.

"Your majesty, the King said to prepare you for Lunch," One maid said. Kurt hated this, but he could not hate the outfits that were being laid out in the small sitting area of his room. They approached Kurt, and he stood up. They began to try to undress him.

"I beg your pardon, I would rather undress myself, and if it is all the same, I prefer to do it alone" Kurt flushed red.

"We are all submissives here-"

"No." Kurt cut her off; she bowed and nodded.

"I apologize if I made you uncomfortable. Then shall we wait for you at the bath?" She asked.

"I would prefer privacy to get ready," Kurt said. He could not imagine someone seeing him nude, let alone women.

"We must still check-" She began.

"You may leave",,, Kurt cut her off. Her eyes moved to stare at the bathroom door before biting her lip and leaving with the other maids.

Kurt undressed himself in his room before stepping into the bathroom with a towel around his waist.

The royal bathroom was large, larger than what he was used to. The bath itself was like a small pool. There was also a lot of steam in the air, and everywhere looked foggy.

Kurt could have read about baths like this. Usually, there was a shower station by the side before you step into the warm water. He moved to the shower and took a rinse before approaching the bath.

He took off his towel and set it down on the floor. Then dipped a toe into the bath to test the water. Just as his foot touched the water, a head popped up from underneath the water. Kurt was shocked as the man shamelessly stared at him, his whole body turning bright red in a flush. "Oh... well, this is an interesting development?" The voice brought Kurt back to reality.

"You!" Kurt scrambled to pick up his towel and wrap it around his waist. "You are despicable!" Kurt could now recognize the honey-coloured eyes. He felt embarrassed; this neanderthal had seen him naked.

"I was in here before you."

"That doesn't mean a thing!" Kurt snapped.

"Your maids knew this was a shared bath. Why didn't the maid assigned to you check first?" Blaine asked. "Did they not show up to assist you?"

"They did; I asked them to leave."

"The more you speak, the more I think you snuck in here to catch a peek of me in the bath."

"I did not!" Kurt argued. Blaine shook his head before moving towards the stairs that lead out of the pool. Kurt could see scars littering Blaine's chest. Against his judgement, his eyes moved lower, cause him to flush again and use an arm to cover his eyes.

"There is no cause for alarm anyway. besides..." it sounded like Blaine was whispering in his ears. "its nothing I have not seen before, so relax. I was leaving anyways" Kurt heard the footsteps and the door shut.

Blaine had seen him; he felt angry. Why was Blaine in there in the first place? Was this not his bathroom? He chased after Blaine,the only other door in the bathroom.

Blaine stood nude and unbothered when Kurt flung open the door. Kurt realized he was in a bedroom, which meant he and Blaine shared the bathroom.

"Its the Engagement suite", Blaine replied, not waiting for Kurt to ask a question. "It is surprising for someone who was acting like I was some rapist-"

"I never-" Kurt tried to defend himself with shut eyes. His cheeks red, Blaine was nude, and he was indeed in his room in a towel.

"-to come into my room in a towel. If I did not know better, I would think you were attempting to seduce me."

"Don't be ridiculous!" Kurt snapped. "Just because you are attractive does not mean-" Kurt's eyes opened by reflex, and this time, Blaine had pants on.

"Yes, keep watching me dress, and now it seems you have dropped the towel as-well. If you want to fill my bed so badly, why not say so?" Blaine mocked.

Kurt checked, and luckily, the towel was still on his waist. He chose to leave but slammed the door behind himself. Had he not been a prince, Kurt would have slapped him.

Kurt disliked Prince Blaine; all he did was mock Kurt. Then make rude comments and piss Kurt off.

Kurt arrived a good ten minutes before the scheduled lunch. There was no name plaque on the tables, so he strolled around the garden as he waited for the others to arrive for he would sit. He didn't stroll too far so he could see when the King and Queen arrived.

The presence of the King was hidden this time, which made Kurt feel relieved. Kurt approach and he was sat next to Blaine, who looked like he would rather be anywhere but there.

Kurt avoided looking anyone in the eyes and opted to stare at the plate on the table before him. "I don't believe Blaine has explained what is going on to you. You must be extremely confused at the moment. Don't take it personally; Blaine hates everyone, including his family" The King glared at Blaine, who kept a straight face.

Kurt didn't think Blaine could look so cold; the silly fellow seems to always have a look of mischief in his eyes, but now he looked like he could murder everyone in cold blood and not care. He looked exactly like the way his uncle had described him, a monster.

Cooper was glaring at Kurt, which Kurt could not even begin to understand why. The only person who seemed not tense was the Queen. She seemed drunker than anything else.

Kurt was a bit shocked. Was 'this' a day in the life if the 'perfect' royal family that everyone strived so hard to please?

"The prophecy is 400 years in the making. The mark on your hand will save a lot of lives; it all started with-" The King began the explanation.

Kurt's eyes moved to Blaine, who looked like he was not listening. Kurt wondered why Blaine was acting stranger than usual; he couldn't pay attention to a single word the King said. Blaine's eyes moved to look at Kurt as if to say, 'stop taking obvious looks at me'. "If you have any questions, you may ask".

"T-thank you, your majesty the King, long live the King," Kurt responded. "I would prefer to not marry, nor have any kids-"

"What nonsense are you sprouting here?" The King cut him off. "You will marry Blaine; if you would rather Blaine take you as a concubine, that could be arranged as well".

Kurt grit his teeth, eyes looking up to stared at the queen. She looks as if her mind was far away from this conversation. "I had no intention of marrying anyone."

"Do you hear the rubbish coming from his mouth?" The King asked Cooper. "Do you intend to damn the whole Kingdom? Perhaps they should keep you in the dungeon for a few-" Kurt went pale just as Blaine cut in.

"Let us not be too drastic, perhaps offering him something he'd want as opposed to commanding him", Blaine cut in. Blaine was helping him; he was right. There was no option but to obey.

"You expect me to negotiate with a submissive? Are you out of your mind? If he doesn't bear, we might as well have him beheaded now to pave the way for other casualties!" The King's presence was leaking out.

Kurt was terrified; he would be killed if he declines. Blaine looked unbothered; The King stood walking around the table to stand beside Kurt.

Blaine stood and stood as a barrier beside the King and Kurt. "Did you not say he was mine?! Why then would you touch my property" Blaine growled. Kurt looked across, could see Cooper glaring at Blaine.

A moment passed. "Kurt tells me what you desire," Blaine said.

"I refuse to grant-"

"That is good, seeing as I will be King, I will grant it in your stead." Blaine snapped.

With the sound of the chair moving back, cooper had stood up. "You cannot possibly hand over the kingdom to Blaine. He took a prostitute as a wife, clearly lacks common sense," Cooper snapped. "You want to know how many men had slept with that whore before you? Or were you just desperate to fuck someone being as you cannot even make a single submissive fall for you?"

Kurt could not move and could barely breathe. When Blaine released his presence, it was like a monster. It was far greater than the kings.


Blaine had his hand around Cooper's throat and a dagger to his heart. "Say what you fucking said again, and I will end you here."

"First you fight father and now me. Are you so easily swayed by submissives?" Cooper asked, struggling to escape. He only became still when Blaine pushed the dagger against Cooper's chest almost to pierce.

"You cannot kill your brother", The king interrupted. "This was just meant to be a peaceful Lunch" Blaine made no attempt to move. "You have that poor submissive paralyzed with fear." The King added.

Blaine sighed, holding back words. "I challenge you to a duel", Blaine snapped. Blaine releasing his tight hold on Cooper's throat to allow him breath. Colour drained from the King's face.

"I am your brother",,, Cooper stated. "You would like us to duel to the death?"

"You insulted the honor of my partner-" Blaine was cut off.

"He was a fucking prostitute; I can get you a million redheads with green eyes. It is the same fucking hole between all their legs," Cooper defended himself. Blaine let go of Cooper.

"Cooper, you must not say such things to him. Blaine, no submissive is special; look at your mother. All she does is drink and warm my bed; that is all they are good for. For that reason, I reject your offer for a duel." The King said. Blaine grit his teeth.

"You just don't get it, do you?" Blaine snapped, "I am leaving" Blaine's eyes moved to Kurt for a moment. He wondered if he should take Kurt with him. He chose to walk away by himself.

Kurt stared at the retreating form, so much had happened, and so many words had been said.

"I do not believe in making deals with submissives", The king began. "However, I need you to give birth to two dominant children for Blaine. Tell me what you desire, and I will see if I can grant it."

"It will probably be jewelry." Cooper cut in.

"Be silent", The king ordered.

"Your Majesty, long live the king", Kurt was hesitant to speak. I want my father's estate; I want to inherit it.

"Do not be ridiculous; how can a submissive hold a title and property?" Cooper snapped.

"Did I not ask you to be quiet?" The king snapped. Cooper frowned in anger but remained silent.

"There is no way the nobles will accept a submissive inheritance law to be passed. For your father's property, I will contemplate how to help you get it back.