War Has Come While Night Have Fallen Over Our Faire Kingdom –

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Chapter 3: The Land of Immoral Flesh and Dark Secrets

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As he woke to the sun, it felt to be missing from his heart and soul; the promise of hope and beauty in its glimmer was dimmer now. The heated cindering dragon before him was just as he had pictured. Having not the desire to become a willing consort, his brothers and sisters were kept. His father…

Still not a sound, and the fire – breathing rolled to pull the prince into his broadened chest. "Was your first time not enjoyable, my pet?"

Richard shivered and could not answer at first, the king grumbling as he soon slapped the teen's hip to talk. To appreciate his mercy here, in the real king's bedroom quarters. "Sire! I…I don't know…"

A snaking arm moved to pin the boy to the bed, the king's lengthy mane of silver and snow-white masking him as an immortal warrior of olden times. "You won't have to choose, that was already decided. Was it not, sweet concubine?"

"I…am not…. yours…"

"Only, just." Sneered the king as he released his monstrous grip, the boy choking as the king rose, unclad. "She'll be arriving soon, yet you'll continue to entertain my vision….as was our agreement."

"I won't do so and, enjoy a thing." The boy snorted, hair splayed down his back and his ass in the air. A terrible way to rise and greet the new hours of the day. "I demand to see my siblings."

"Not until you learn the proper respect, young prince."

"I'm not being held here; it is out of the question." The boy struggled up and looked to his side for anything to wear. He found nothing and growled at the king. "I don't give prizes of mine what they desire, not until they've earned the reason to take from my hands."

"Until I know your word is good." Richard seethed below his teeth. "Until I know where Lady Barbenthel and Prince Jason are –

"You'll not need to look much farther, my child." Smirked the king as he moved to a windowed area of the king's bedroom. "They'll be on a journey to find you lost king, yet the true heir is still amiss. He will be found."

"None of the kingdom knows of such a fairy tale you spin." Snorted the boy as he went to see the light flickering over a pane of weathered, wintery glass. "My father will be back; this will all pass and you –

"I?"

"You, will be dethroned. As it should be." Promised the angrier, sore prince. "I was assaulted by you, my body…it won't forget."

"Should it, you've proven that it is quite flexible." Smiled the king, his hands moving to grasp a scepter on the wall overlooking the mantle, the fire anything but brisk. "I am here to survive, to save my family before –

"Before?"

Stiffening his lip, Richard held his arms round his naked frame and went to drag himself back under the sheets. Their lovemaking was obscene and…and he'd never screamed as loudly as that late night. Never!

"I'll have the chamber maidens bring you fresh linens, if it helps to relieve the ache." The king's robes stayed atop his shoulders as he moved to the doorway and refused to make contact. The boy could sulk, yet he had agreed to let the man take him for the safety of his kin. That was favor enough, to let the boy lie in a banished lord's bedchamber.

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To the king, this was a single day. More to come once he'd broken the prince's spirit. Slade looked to Wintergrhen for more complacency in his ego. His, and now?

His kingdom, his prisoners all lined up for the stake. "Sire."

Will was an admirable ally. Since his first hours in the battalion, Slade's father would have not approved of such a soppy dynamic. Brothers in combat, now Will was the adviser to a king. Even if the goddess of Defencia had granted Slade the inability to come to any harm. A blessing was magic that was everlasting, so long as he never broke his promise to kill and never falter. The day he truly became powerless, would be a year without bloodshed – his end, should a king decide to take his new throne away. That boy was a threat, barely. Maybe out of pity, or his respect for the missing king?

"That child cannot determine the outcome, Sire. You must teach him a what –

"For your information, William." Slade side stepped the man to come to the scrolls left at the old king's desk. "I already have a plan to see to alliances by using the boy's regality as a crutch – for a time. Call it a risk no king might allow of his queen, yet the boy is a simple concubine with privilege before his capture. Nothing but a prop. May the gods grace our stand." The godless breed of man in his robes smoothly made his way over to a portrait of the late missing sire and his many children. "I'd like to see if we can arrange a new order within the keep. The girls would serve as the children of Defencia do for their fathers and grandparents."

"Should that allow the children to thrive all too often, sire?"

"Not unless they can kill a grown adult. The king before would never sully their privileges." Slade shook his head at the idea of Cassandra drawing a blade in cloth rags. Or Timothy pulling a mace out from behind a painting in the many halls of the keep. "I'd like to see to each. Have their trust in me fortified that Richard approves."

"Now, behind his back?" Stuttered the king's ally and advisor. "That, would have a riot on our hands in seconds – should the Jason boy be back with a hoard of angry townsfolk."

"They were against the old lord's taxes." Said the new. "Wayne's line will become mine before he can ever come to claim a hair off of their heads. The girl Stephanie and my boy Grant would be a perfect couple. He'd make sure to put that catty girl in her place."

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Timothy was locked away with only the staff to see to his messes and meals. Stephanie and Cassandra had been sleeping sound with tears in their eyes after…after the threat to their bodies. Timothy got up off of the thick cushion by the window as he brought his young ear to the door of the small room. "Someone's coming." He whispered to the two girls, their heads up and bodies flying from the bed to protect one another. The door creaked to the side as the king in his attire of their own father, had Tim's eyes narrow. "Ah, the young Lord Drake." Slade entered with his own guard behind him to keep the children from fleeing. "You've been taken in by the Waynes for something of a decade, yet this is no longer his throne."

"Father will be back to take it." Stephanie flustered and spat; her small fists clenched determinedly to her sides. "I won't be given away as a bride like my brother!"

The king let out a hollow, dark laugh. "He is no such prize, princess. He is in fact my servant. My concubine once there is need to flaunt his appeal."

"Ah, only women of the brothel have such titles….he does…not have our parts…. Tim! You must find out more –

"Cassandra is wise to wonder." Slade smiled. "There is a magical way to show you, yet not yet." Slade put a finger to his lips. "Your eldest brother will keep you safe, yet for how long…. until there are no more tots to terrorize." He chuckled with razor sharp canines, making Stephanie burst out crying. Tim brought his fists and lunged at the man; his hands pressed behind his small back as the boy was tossed back into bed. "You'll all stay until you're requested. I'm having a dinner to honor our courtship. Your brother must allow it, and I'll even be bringing you a few new playmates while you've all been very patient."

"You won't keep us here…the rebels will come. Father will find a way." Stephanie sniffled as Cassandra promised with her dark eyes the same downfall as all the rest. Slade frowned; his only wonder was why these children were holding back. "If I were any of you, the only ones to save themselves might be the ones begging for an early death."

Stephanie put her head into Cass's chest and sobbed harder. "Your other brother will have to live in this world I intend to build. An empire, like the kings of old." He said with his nostrils flaring a bit before stepping away, shutting the doors with a slam. "He's mad!" Tim pounded his small fists into the mattress of down and discomfort.

"We have to formulate a way to get to the nearest village and send a message outside of the sight of his guards."

"They were never with father." Steph sniffed and wiped her nose with the long purple sleeve of her dress. "I want to see Barbenthal! Where is Prince Jason going? Why did he not take us with him?"

"Because." Cass sighed and left Step once she was composed enough to sit beside he brother. "Jason is on a secret mission. It is no secret as to what his goal may be, but if we had gone along with it too early…those evil soldiers would have stopped him from saving the kingdom."

"Then, he is our only hope?" Steph sat up and Tim tried to comfort her while doing the same. "I know, father will be alright. He must have gone to…."

"I don't know." Cass shook her head. "Then, let us rest. We might understand more from the maids tomorrow." They'd taken to a network of maids and pure gossip as not just a means to pass the time, yet also to find out what was about and new inside the castle's walls. If Richard was now wed and had…bedded that ogre, they too had to hurry. Who knew what sort of barbarian methods he would use to break each and every one of their tiny hearts to pieces!

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The feast was a waste of funds, and yet it would have more funds as kings from other lands came to pay their regards. The Lord of the War – Wastes; Savage. Duke Ra's of the southern east capital of Biyalia (Changing it.) The Princess Komander of Tamarak, acting on behalf of her people after a deadly…accident. (Blackfire, Starfire is later.)

Lord Copplepoir (Cobblepot) of Githhelm (Made up.) He'd once tried to come between the Waynes' vast fortune before the crown's rise to power. He was at the lowest end of the totem pole, yet he held some…attributes. As well as some standalone characters, there was entertainment and so much…

A different scene than what the first king might have allowed. The boy prince was in his finest outfits to match his gender, gold and a trim of blue. A fitting light fabric as it felt a bit breezy for the winter. That was, until the king swung out to grip the boy's torso.

To them, he held up a goblet and grinned. "There is no better age to agree than in your enemy's home. Is it not, friends?"

The whooping animals held up their ale, and Richard felt dizzy by the odor of so much fuss.

"My bride will secure my place at the throne of the king. Should he show his face, the traitor will be seized, skinned and shown as his crest depicts. As a devil – worshiper of the Bat Gods of his kin. We shall not permit the people to starve as he hath allowed! I will lead them, so that this kingdom will prosper…." The man brought his lips to hover over his prize's ear. "We'll retire tonight, never fret."

Richard gasped, holding in his fears. More? More, was…was…what was he to do? There were witnesses. They were crooked enemies of the Wayne line. The people did not deserve to suffer.

"Entertainment…. the jester – twins Harlequin!"

There came from the side a pair of off colored and painted faces, like masks…a man and woman in perfect sync. They did perfect cartwheels and danced thrice about as the lords all giggled and chortled at the sight. "What, is this not to your liking, my dear?" The fat and hobbling Copplepoir came to whisper to the boy in the warlord's grasp. "You'll not talk to me in such a way." Snipped the child, the lord not bothering to take notice. The man was an annoyance, not a threat he had believed. However, …

" Aaww ….is the baby royal so stuck up that he has to be protected by a big strong –

As the man pointed that bird claw as the boy's jaws, Richard's anger his its peak. He SNAPPED. The man's finger cut by sharp child – teeth as he shrieked, the king dragging the boy back before his own one eye struck out to glare at Cobblepoir. Dangerously. "What did you say to my bride." He demanded in a deep tone. "ANSWER."

"Ah…I…I said he looked, cozy…he bit me! The little bit –

"The next to come at my claim is a dead man!" The Warlord bellowed to the tutting crowd. Copplepoir frowned, hiccuping, and waddled away to nurse his finger with the guards escorting the man to the exit with a swift kick.

"We'll be retiring early; you all do make merry…" The king said halfheartedly with a wave, his eyes on his concubine bride and no one else. All but a woman he coaxed to join them. Her skin caramel and her eyes green as emerald growths. "Selene." He directed the dark haired temptress. "I wish for you to have him, participate. Relax, boy." The king tugged at the child's wrists as he kept his palms over the boy's lips. "This was what you get for trying to upset my law here."

" Your law??" The child scoffed, the man letting him amuse himself. "I've never seen such a lowly bunch in one dungeon in my entire –

"Come." The child was now dragged to the next rooms, the king's private rooms as they ascended the steps. "No! I'm sick of letting you touch me! This should not be one sided. She won't help!"

"I'll make the pain, bearable. You'll learn, little Wayne."

The king stopped. "What. Did you just call him?"

The woman bowed, her feet finding the carpet as she tried to apologize without being told. "I know nothing of that man. He is nothing, sire. I would never –

"That boy has no sire. He is just, what I decide to call him."

"I'm a person." Spat the child, the door opening as the teen was tossed onto the rug. "Then act like you have any manner of dignity." Slade began to disrobe with vigor. "On the bed."

Richard growled tasting the blood of his last opponent.

" Make me." He sneered at the half-dressed dragon in his father's attire.

The dragon slunk forth, fire to his loins as the fight would be worth the battle. He smirked from below Odin's trickery of white and silver whiskers.

"With pleasure." As he proceeded in dragging the boy's legs back to see to any manner of "punishment."

"With Wayne being scarce, you'd best do what you must to endure. The struggle only makes me wish to break every bone – before mending it with HER black magic…."

Dick froze, the woman moving as her body also was clad in nothing. Black…was she a temptress?? Was he not –

" Ang!"

Richard was dragged up by the man as the woman joined them. "I'll keep his attention. You'll learn from my kind, that to pleasure your ruler…is much more than a few good hours in the furs…" she purred, her long fingers as claws while she prepared him to be speared once more. This was….different as the things she did were not as he. She used those delicate digits to put his body into a trance, while the king got harder only watching. Waiting to stake his claim.

"N….no…...you've had enough! I'm not a whore! I'm a –

"You can be only what I allow, your majesty." The man lined up his body, the sweat tricking as she played with him. Her fingers truly wasted on the gods. "He's ready for you, sire."

"I can see. And very soon, so too will the magic between us transcend a dynasty." This was not to sway, but to warn as Richard wasn't told of WHY he was a concubine. Not WHY he was being used to satisfy the king and why there was a common brothel child here that…she looked as if she'd not been from anywhere else. Why did –

The pull of his muscles widening as Richard bit back a cry, head falling back as she cradled him, cooing to relax. Why?? What magic could possibly exist?? There was no such thing!

"You're so round and full yet." Grunted the king, his cock drilling holes into hidden places. "What would you say…in a future of the gods." The king grunted and thrust himself deeper, Richard's jaw growing a speck wider, a gasp uttered from his drying lips. His blue eyes only saw aa cat…cat…. She was –

"The Shape shifter before us was always after your father." The king dragged on, his pace changing. Dick bit his lip, glaring at the black cat that was no ordinary whore. "She was sure he would love her, and yet…" The man punched the boy as a man to his gall. The boy's one word being a repeat of his many nos.

Seed trickled as the cat meowed contently and its tail tickled the back of the boy's sweaty scalp. "She and her associates will be helping further. In order to have this kingdom, a curse must be put inside of this catalyst. Only then…" The king pulled out as a glow emitted from the teen's stomach, a scream erupted as the cat yowled and ran from the blast it had provided. The glow died, but left behind sigils of a dark art. "Ah, it is done." The cat reverted to her regular state. "I must say, the king was only able to have this court with the promise of a strong brood." Smiled the woman as she touched Richard's tender tummy. "It will develop slowly, and when it comes…" She leaned in to tease the child, his shuddering feeding her wicked powers. The king watch as he came too lower to kiss the navel of his bride. "The concubine is YOU."

Dick gasped and tried to move; his stomach swollen as it had started to painfully deflate. "Give it until the next season of red. The autumn months will be perfect for your heir to come into this –

"No…what…what have you done to me…" Moaned the boy into his fragile body. "I've secured the king's throne by a tradition being broken." The king replied as the cat moved to leave, but before this…

"I must leave you with a good reason; Lady of the forest of Fright, Paam. (Pam Ivey) She will be the first to have a solution…. should a coup lead to the decimation of your party. If that occurs, she is providing a poison to kill the babe. Without harming the mother."

"That….it is not right, how could you?? Dark magic?? Then you were the ones to run father –

"He is right. I applaud ye for finding out the trick to my victory, yet that is not all." Richard laid himself to the side as his sigils seemed to stay. The mark of a beast, and another beating heart within his core. The boy was ignored of his fits as he was carried to their quarters where the king left him. Tired, miserable and in shambles. The teen fell asleep where he fell, the bed in his face as the scent of cedar wood never drove him to stir. Night had fallen and magic, magic was in the air.

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Dun…duuun…. m – preg, did I forget to mention that part….? Well, see what comes next in….war hath come series!! Selina is an actual cat in this but she so does have a legit reason for helping out the new king. You'll find out later! Read on!

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