Richard will be wed to the barbarian king in weeks sooner than he wants. Hints of Wayne surviving the takeover take root and one of the family outside the House of Wayne is gravely injured for insulting the country's new ruler. Richard is forced to obey and when all is said, he is told about his new role. As a potential caregiver for two of Slade's living children being brought from Defencia. How will he cope as a concubine to a mad tyrant? Will another plot be revealed to save the kingdom?
CHAPTER TWO: ICY EYED KINGS AND COLD STARES OF THEFORGOTTEN CLAN
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In chains, he was but barely presentable. His skin not clad in dirty things, just as… little. His royal garb replaced with something of the plainest dusty colors and itching it did – for the barbarian king hadnot the kindest ounce of pity for the weakest of his own line, if ever he should beg to ask...
"We shall speak to your brothers; your sisters need not come." The king told the boy from his new throne, soon to be entirely his to control the lands of Gotham and territory of Blud.
"Very well, sire." Richard muttered, the king only waving for the staff and guards to bring two, a boy with raven green eyes and a scowl only a year apart as Richard had known, and a child not unfamiliar to the house of Gorde.
Lady Barbenthel. Richard shook as the two eldest were together, maybe plotting an uprising with the governance of those still loyalto the Wayne monarchy.
"Thou shalt not commit to dealing with this realm of our grand ruler's undertaking!" Barb shouted in her most dignified speech. "He is a crook, a thief of man's honor!"
"I could have you to bleed like a cow, child." Smirked the king, sending blood pumping to young Jason's fists as he shouted in tow, "We are not kindling to ye, bastard king! Wherever thoust should crawl from, you'll be banished and speared in the spine before long…" (He's saying shot in the back, but it works.)
"Jason, Lady Gorde…. you must understand. He is in control –
"Nay." Barb shook her head. "Regardless of his loss to us,King Wayne spoke to the council and you must lead –
"And in a way, I may allow that for a time, until the council sees things my way." The king moved with his sweeping wolven pelt behind him, boots of iron and the same animal to die by his blade. "The prince has saved you, yet for how long I see it, you'll be dead all to your own demise. You see, he has agreed to marry me –
"That…. that is unlikely to occur!" Barb looked to Richard, yet his eyes spoke of a different truth. "Wait….is it…."
"Brother, why?" Jason seethed at Slade, not at the boy whowas in cuffs and bangles. "Why did you give away father's kingdom to a marauder?? Have you, feelings for this cur??"
"Not at all, young Prince." Chuckled the evil lord as he took his hand to hold atop Richard's shoulder, squeezing it rather strongly. "This was to protect Wayne's true blood, nothing more. If our culture of Defenciacan transcend the age of want and accord by you, then perhaps this arrangements in fact best, for the people."
"That country, of bandits??" Barb gasped. "You will destroy us!"
"Not at all likely, yet if he decides to run from our,deal…" The squeeze seemed to mark him with a bruise. "You'll be dead before the next moon, and…" Slade brought his lips to the prince's ear as hesaid, "When so I DO find the true heir to your father's kingdom, you may come along with me. The others, have yet to pledge themselves as my bride hath done."
"Though, it must…. become official." Jason gulped as he saw the hope return to Richard's face, before Slade smothered that with a shove. "And it will. A grand event, a celebration even…all of the nobles will pay their respects."
"The council –
"I have those among your own; how else would your father have allowed the opening of the kingdom's borders?" The king grinned and brought Richard's chin to coax it to see the two in disbelief. "I…I cannot end this, not now. Father may –
"Even if he does rise from the death of his suffering, the king will not be he."
"Nor you, monster."
A guard whipped out his staff as the lady's spine tingled of blood and pain. Richard went chalky white as Jason riled, made to leave as her body was disposed of in a heap where the dead could not return to the living.
"You…. you are! You promised –
"She's defied me for the last time." Richard's cheeks were gripped to look at the man, his seventeen-year-old hands pawing and tears dropping more than before. "Lock him in his quarters, I'll see to me future queen in a bit." The man directed his guards that it be done. Richard kicked, yet the hit of his metal held fist to the man's cheek had the staff freeze. The king of bandits held cheek and felt it, eyes surprised yet nothing hurting. "On second thought, keep him bound here. I would like some entertainment for the evening."
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A caning by the throne, his back to the man did little good as the rod fell. Once, twice, thrice.
Richard heaved once thirty were lashed and welts were forced to heal by a tingling balm. He soon again sat beside the throne. In chains, shirtless and weeping turned to no more than sniffles. A creak came from the doorway as an elderly folk; a man with better manners than the highest manservant here, spoke to the king in a familiar way.
"Sire! That boy is –
"He is my bride. Have you brought news of Wayne's capture?"
"The hunt was…unsuccessful, sire." Was all this man could utter, while the chains were tugged, the boy's throat raw from crying as his eyes drew only ire at the man holding his family prisoner. Barbenthel…. Was she…. she was maybe hurt by the waist lower, but he'd seen her, she could still live.
"Have them continue before dawn, I want him located, send scouts to Blud and Starfeld."
Richard crawled into his own thoughts as the adults spoke, his foggy brain inside a feverish lull due to his treatment and budding stress…
Jason had to have her safe. To be comforting Tim while the women and the castle staff were in chains as he. Richard let a thought wander back to what Slade had said to Barbenthel and about his sisters.
To…. bleed them….
He became nauseous and the bile, he wretched. The elder tutted the child's act as Slade looked to see his dear bride in this…awful astate. One that he had caused intentionally.
"You'll never punish your own children in this way. What gave you reason to punish one of these children? I dare heard about the spear to the child of Gorde's spine, sire. Your rule is built on brutal conflict. The council must assess –
"They will know, Wintergrhen." (Wintergreen.) "You should know well that I am, a changeling whence it comes to what I wish to gain."
"I beg to differ…" Richard snuffed under his collar.
Winterghren looked away and soon moved to stand beside the boy, leaning down to bring an ungloved hand to his pale forehead. "Sire, he's burning up."
Slade's eye flickered to the child at his side. He paused, but not before readjusting and removing the chains. "He'll be well rested in time for the ceremony. See to the preparations and what of Wayne's true child. The heir that shall ruin us if it lives?"
"He, is still not. Yet the child Damian is nowhere to be found. I fear the nursemaids took swift action –
"Find them." Richard was reached for as Slade scooped his bride into his leather and fur scented chest. "The prince and I shall retire. For now, it is my duty to see him well for the removal of the house of Wayne and the rise of the Wirllon (Wilson) clan's rule."
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Slade was possessive, Richard found out once he was well enough to sit up in his father's bed. As of the next week, Slade had told the staff to bring in a new bed from his homelands, something sturdier than the woods of Gotham could provide. When the new set was lifted into the home, Richard felt a part of his memories of his childhood, wither. The new bed was made of something alive once, very rustic and too far north to claim it civil. The wolf pelts accompanied them every night for the time, and still the ceremony took weeks to plan. He'd be kissing the face of his captor to save his country, and so….
No matter how frost bitten the keep got, the man did not embrace him, did not crack a whip or pull his blade. He wanted Richard as his, and he would have that. Still, the prince shuddered to wonder if a rebellion would be the answer at all.
Richard became colder, as the first frost fell upon his family home's window pane. He looked out the sparking glass and saw flurries falling fast, this had one to wonder if his father were some place… much warmer than here.
The king had ordered that bathing as well be a regular affair. Richard's people did it, but not as much as the kingdom of bandits had shown. The water had them all slippery as eels in the muck. Even Winterghren had been permitted to scrub down Richard's now shoulder length raven hair, ashe imagined the prisoners here had no such great luxury. "He'll want you prettied as his betrothed. This is necessary of your role as well, dear prince. " Winterghren had told the boy, his eyes flooded by suds and the sting of despair every morn and even upon the wash hour.
The castle staples were grain, oat, barley and rye for decades. In Blud, nuts and seed were substituted when grain production was low. However, in the land of bandits….
Meat, was eaten for every meal and quite a large fill.
"Your king ate with the goats, my pet. There is more boar in these woods to satisfy. I believe domesticating their brood will serve your people if so, you might allow a change –
"They are not of many, it would wipe them dry off the lands…" Richard poked at his fish, a great delicacy that Tim had believed the powerhouse of kings long dead in his stories. Was Tim allowed his tales in captivity, Richard wondered?
"Then, what of your other crop. Corn, or apple and plum? Cabbage must be a staple to the poor in your fair cities?"
"We, make well…. for iron and grains., mostly…." Richard sat and put his hands to his lap. "The winters here in Gotham are not substantial to grow what it is that you ask of us."
That night, Richard had slept with one blanket in the corner of the room where it was coolest as punishment for his words at the dinner table. He took to a hot bath by morn and was well, and right nearly before the day of his betrothal…to become official in writing.
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The date of their ceremony approached. Richard was fitted into a rather strange and golden laced white set of skirts and a strange fanciful fur stole was given, as was his ash and thorn heavy steely crown. The king was not permitted to see his bride in his attire, yet this was now the country belonging to the Defencia lord; his word was different, and he was allowed to break from the Gotham lord's chastity if only for today.
"How gorgeous." He purred as the crew for such a fitting made Richard not hide his own face. He instead looked upon his reflection as a wavy off his scalp was twirled idly between the fingers of his new, husband. "I could not have asked for a more perfect queen to wed, what say you to the arrangements in the gown? Are your legs satisfied by the room I've allowed?"
He wore a pant leg set that was in fact wide, and very comfortable, also white with gold trim. His top was bunched to cover him, yet that only made the mountain king's blood run hotter to know he'd get to see it all upon the evening coupling soon after all had gone to rest and dream.
"Has, has he been yet found?"
"Nay." Slade pulled away, the boy's words dampening his good mood only a pinch. He let free the stray strand as the prince exhaled a withheld breath. "You'll do fine, just stay in character. You might even change your mind by tonight. Maybe, your father leaving this country to you WAS the best gift of all, and I only can imagine what your family might say if you told them. About where you'll be once I've finished taking your kingdom apart. There will only be us, you in my arms every night…on the open stretch back to Defencia."
"I…that w –
"I told you, young prince." The man had the teen shy back with his fists to his sides. "You were chosen. Be grateful the line WON'T die right away. Unless, you can convince your family to devote this capital to me. As a stronghold for my warriors. A resting space, nothing more than what your lacking grain is worth." So, to that end, he left Richard to stare into the mirror again. Not longer than this, the teen scrambled to find a window, a locked door as the guards kept him a captured soul within the castle's walls.
By the light's last bow, the two met at the stage where dreams could come to collect dust. There were they; Tim, Jason, Little Cassandra and Stephanie, as well as…
Where were Damian and Pennywurt?
Slade said not a word as the escort had them let be, the pledge in the language as hot – blooded as the barbarian lord. The singing was the only song in his heart that stuck, as the guttural tones and sweet melodies of their matrimony brought a hidden tear to Richard's face beneath his thorny crown.
Winterghren moved quickly to collect the two as the ceremony had finished, the groups and crowds and soldiers all bound to rejoice as Richard was paraded as the country's new ruler's concubine. Nothing more, as Jason turned his head away from his brother. Ashamed that they fought for the same cause at all, ashamed that the barbarian king would take everything and leave them on the pyre – all but Richard, for he favored that one far too soon.
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"You did as I knew you could." The boy's robes fell while he was washed, together with his king while being prepped to perhaps solidify their union. "All must hear it, that you are mine forever. Until death." He trailed kissed over the teen's neck while Richard's tried not to tense, to just let his body fall away to let…. let his family live a bit longer. They'd not found the true heir yet, nor Pennywurt. Nor, the real king in the forest.
"I might make a playroom up for your sisters. I would not want to seem the monster everyone believes me to be. What better suits." He began, lifting the boy's arm as he washed his ribs. Slender, leaning in and out of depression. "You need to eat if you wish ever to be mine, child. Tomorrow, you'll hunt with me in the forests. Tonight…"
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Tonight, was a sea of fog as it nipped, teased and touched him places deeper than the moor was strange and welling with life. He was forced to the sheets and spread wide, pages splayed, read twice over before the true scarring of Richard's dignity had him fighting the curses he'd uttered alongside his new husband.
"S – sir!"
"Nay, take it, my pet…." The man moved to his throat and teased with a hot breath, their skin connected by the man's cock caving in, carving out his bride's asshole. "It is customary of us, yet you cannot bear a child…maybe…I should have you to coddle my others. Be at their side…. teach them to be proper…wouldn't you like that?"
"For…. on – one... favor….Tim, Cassandra….."
"A family? What about the rest?" The man gouged his toy out deeper, Richard's throat clogged with mucus from crying for so long. His hands flew over his face, until the king tugged them back to take his lips. "You won't be my only pleasure. In our country, kings are allowed mistresses and whores to bed beside his queen…you can learn from them, how to please your ruler….my bride!"
"Ho – honor it! Sire! Honor….my request, I'll do it….be yours…. please…no more…."
The man dragged his pet to seat himself upon the man's cock. The stamina of this mountain lord not satisfied by a few hip thrusts and dirty speeches.
"I'll make a wager; you must make me come by this moon, and to the next, if you cannot…. I'll take one of your own family. Let them burn as we continue with your trial."
"I…. I must?"
"The whores of this kingdom will teach you, the ones I'd keep to have us, together. You will watch my daughter and son, Rose and Grant. He is about Jason's age, Rose is no older than Timothy. You'll be their mother, my mistress…."
"Your…. miss…."
"You can't even speak." The man rammed his toy down harshly upon his cock, the sputter of come driving Richard to moan out as he was soon moved to lie to the man's side. "That is, if you dare to hold ill will against my sired own, I will make sure you pay for it with the lives of HIS."
The man's cold blue was glowing beneath the moon, Richard panting and curled to his side, cum splattered about the insides of his legs and to his own cock. Still dripping, as the elder male moved to go and wash off. While Richard, he simply drifted off, not protesting what the man had said.
If he didn't pleasure the man and MAKE him COME, with his release, his family…. they would all be killed.
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So, Slade wants them dead anyway, but toying with Richard makes it so Richard can't go back to being anyone's savior. Jason and the others made sure to hide Damian before the takeover, and Richard is now going to be watching over Slade's other kids? While he is going to be trained by the royal women on how to have proper sex with the bandit king, to top that all off. If he can't do it, the blood is on his hands and he'll still be hauled off to Defencia while the city burns. Dark, so keep reading.