War Has Come While Night Hath Fallen Over Our Faire Kingdom –
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WARNING! RAPE/SEXUAL ASSAULT. SUBJECT OF ABUSE, BELITTLEMENT, SOBBING AND OF COURSE, VIOLENCE BY THE VICTIM…UNTO THE ACCUSED.
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Chapter 5: Mighty Executioner
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Not even with the buds of spring in this bleak winter; stilled were the quiet fields beyond rolling hills that he had forever known, as the eldest prince navigated where to go, whom to leave far behind as he wept bitterly at the budding ache within his breast.
Horses and fires would neigh and blare. He had to find shelter, take to the underground as his Wayne –
He was no Wayne…. the boy climbed a steep path down to the waters where his own brother lain at the bottom, rotten and frozen under his horse. Horses…. he had no time. Richard flew in the dark, the trees not yet chopped as the king wanted this land decimated by his thundering law. Laws were never meant to mend all conflict as he heard arrows flying. Dogs barking, and he ran. Toppling into a pile of rock and rotten stumps.
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How Cass had watched it reign and burn whilst the king had others to collect his children from further setting themselves apart. "You nearly drowned the people in travesty! Majesty? Please, do not see this as a fault meant to be disregarded due to their ages." As Pennywurt made sure to scold them all, Bruce did not stutter and nor did his eldest as he marched forth to proclaim his punishment. How Jason belittled him about taking the blame for a single stump turning to ash by one lantern's drip onto the now forever scorched part of these woods.
"He'll be found; the king will have no other. Find the prince!"
The words drove him to shrink deep within the wooden home that had belonged to a nesting of robins with red breasts as his was. Scorched by the gods, by demons, he stayed small. Within the womb, he did not breathe, nor did he sigh until…. until, all was quiet.
He rose his head, only, his dark matted locks parted a slight to see, as an axe came to the stump and he had his arm ripped from its socket. That…...that was –
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He was dragged with a blood curdling cry to the dungeons, the true ones as King Slade overlooked the masked executioner with a serious glance through his sockets. "Executioner, Ban'e." In the land of the fire – driven forces of an executioner, this tall, masked and rather Titan – grip of a muscle was the king before this one's personal "clearer" of all things truly unjust. He had been driven to the lowest of lows, blood to his knuckles and back again as this changed things for poor Richard. "Lie him with his back to the stone, see that he won't move from it." The king commanded, and so, the executioner; torn between the fact Wayne hardly ever sent criminals his way, and the boy who was bright enough to know this, he chose the newer and greater task of intimidation before a former royal's untimely death.
(NOT THE END! KEEP READING!)
"S- sire! Sir…. we had a –
"Bargains end when one breaks them." The king said coolly to his pet. "Your role was unfulfilled whilst even in the very beginning. What do you say to three more impressive deaths to follow your own? Those children have been waiting to reunite. Timothy seems to think you'll need them even more than you need a rescue, my dear."
"Dear to ye, I am nothing." Richard snarled. "I command he let me go! Father is still alive!"
"Wayne won't come, child." Slade brought himself to lower overtop the child's torso, hand to the side of his face as he tilted it up to show the boy what his father's rejection of corporal punishment had done to the common folk that once respected him. "He's never going to see your smiling face, or theirs unless…" The king backed off as a slashing blade made its move to sharpen, the sound singing in the prince's ears as his eyes faced away from it to finally look the king dead in the eye. "I won't die. You want this child, this imp inside me??" He exclaimed. "Then, call off your execution, call it off now!"
"If you will not bed a king such as I or listen to anyone's say or advice, what good are you to my council?"
"Puppet." The boy spat. "I'm no thing, just a toy. Am I not?"
"Far from it, I much enjoyed how you tensed beside me…but, that can again be taken away with your siblings' young lives…. you must choose."
The blade swung again, making the prince jolt as the men bolted him down. "Choose; to live as mine, as my prize and my glorious concubine. Saving what is left of your ruined monarchs…. or, to death. To see the reaper as I have many a time…and boy?" The king was nearly to kiss his ear as the breathing retch ticked his lobe to shudder back in protest. "You would not wish to meet such a fate; I can assure that. If you come to me again, be my own suited to stay beside your ruler without spite. Without contempt or protest…death, shall never want you, my dear…"
The thing that had made this king, almost an all – father, for he recalled it…. Richard pursed his lips, his bit them and finally, a quaking breath had him understand. "I'll stay, for the day this all turns to rot. I'll be at your bed, your arm. For them and that day that the gods of the Cave of the Great Bat take from you your powers of an immortal…. a thief of lives…"
The king brought up a palm finally as the executioner swung, but to let the axe fall to its rock. "He is, decided?"
"He will be." The king ushered the men by his guard to escourt the boy to him. Yet again, the price here was that he could only bow his head in muted silence. Richard could not weep until he was alone, could not beg and cry and scream. There was one red headed guard from the days before as they made their way to the throne room. Right then, that guard was called upon and the prince felt elated at knowing Squire Wallace was…. not dead.
"Tell the prince what you know of the attempted escape of the two princesses."
Richard's gasp was electric as Wallace stuttered to carry his notes across. "The two children of former king Wayne were not found yet, my lord…." He knelt to a knee in his heavy armor and in apology as Richard's brows creased in fear of it. Of the two youngest walking those walls….
"What of the third. The boy? Timothy?"
"He has confessed to this, and…" Wallace would bite his tongue to see the eldest cry. For, he had no options among them to avoid doing so…
"He will however not relinquish what was used or his methods, sire." Wallace stated.
"Take him for, further interrogations –
"He is only a boy, my king!!" Richard exclaimed breathlessly, his eyes now on Wallace as his gaze looked to the ground. With green eyes hiding his shame, he had no order to keep to. He was cursed as the prince was to remain and could not leave the former king's children. It was his oath to bare, as the prince bared his first…. child to a mad man.
"Let it be done, none other be said. Now, go and take that boy to the dungeons. Have him talk, or there will no longer be a place for your squad to turn back to…"
The end of the king's former guardsmen. The end, or safety within the keep. Richard fell to his knees as Wallace understood, he knew that fear but…it was all for him that he was making that sacrifice.
Just as the king before might have wanted, Wallace was the royal family's last light of defense as the prince hid his tears, and the knight placed back on his helmet to go and collect his first prisoner of that evening.
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Tim's punishment could be minor, it couldn't have been as soft however. Stefania or Stephanie was promised to Grandl, yet that….now could never be the case.
Grandl went alone to the place where Richard was there in his dainty robes of a king's cum – sucking wench. That prince had stolen more than his siblings could boss around to share, especially Rosalie. Her mother was a true birch in name and creed but yet he respected her ability to weird her father's blade far better than he'd even managed. So, the next rut, was to get out of it. With a temper, Grandl stormed across the halls to where the now indisposed concubine of his father lay in deep slumber, yet he knew the rest was that Richard could oppose no one. He had promised to make the batch warm his cock at a time, but….as he opened the door just a crack, there sat the boy to his knees and he was near the only barred window upon them. Praying, to a dead God.
Grandl's fists turned to mounds as he stomped in, unannounced. "Stop that demonic chanting, right now " He demanded, Richard's clearly torn and muddled blue eyes as tear streaked as the first night beside his new lordship. "Grandl! This is not – I was simply trying to rest as the good doctor told me."
"YOU'LL DREAM." Grandl roughly pointed with fervent hatred at his father's mattress. "In the cot, cock- slut. Or I'll make you sleep. Go, or I'll bring father to fan that feathered face until it shines bright red. Little…"
"Grandl, it was not to harm –
"LITTLE…., BITCH."
Richard's arms lowered as he rose, his body wavering not. "Grandl. You are not the king. Turn from this path of hatred, or you might succumb as your –
"Father belongs on that throne as much as you belong groveling in the mud, boy – trinket." Grandl's lips curled up into a cruel grin. "On the bed. I'll do his work instead. Tan that back of yours to match the look if those tears. Streaming across the sheets." He opened up his arms, cocky as a basted. Such a different from the loyal Jason and his fits. "No. The king did not allow this."
"He doesn't have to know. And why would he? You are a glorified hole. Nothing. Bastard in you is probably glad to be clawing its way free."
"Stop this…" Richard trembled angrily. "I won't listen to this."
"THEN." Grandl moved in to put his hands up to the wall, leaning over the elder as his eyes never stopped staring into the brunette boy's riddled soul. Causes of the past, what awaited them if this ..this, transpired?
"On the bed, and I won't hurt a hair on your brother's head."
Dick's eyes widened at the mention of Tim. He had that power, perhaps. Grandl was a part of the hunters, the guardsmen who…how did Wallace even live with his sins?? How could Richard…if Tim were to suffer.
"Fine…this is between you and I. The king will not be back." The prince moved to the post of the king sized. His shouldered breeches not enough to hide his shame "Take what you will…if it will have you, satisfied that I am no threat."
Grandl didn't like one word as he wrenched Richard's mane to him, dropping him with his knee to the man's spine. Both pants of both men were lowered and loosened as Richard's backside was presented to the hunter, the son of this king. This, warlord that would not see him bending back for another angered cock.
"If you yell, if you make a decent sound, I will break your arm and blame it on your clumsiness."
"It…is only one part of me…" Richard gasped as his chest was jutted by a thick boot. "You'll say that for now…but I could take far more if you scream. And you will…I'll make sure you can't keep you promise.." Grandl removed his complete cod piece. That, his cock's only shield in the fires of war.
"I'll make it burn in your sad arse…I'll make you bleed like a true whore. Like father refuses…such soft touches he gives when you deserve the pain of another."
Richard let his eyes water onto the mattress. "Go…. ahead…." He ushered with a weak voice.
"Do as you…. wish it…"
A second more, and Grandl growled low in his throat, fire in his palms as one came slapping smack down onto the poor ex - prince's firm cheek. "DON'T. TELL... ME…HOW…TO…TAKE!"
Richard bit his tongue as the hits turned to five, then ten. The boy's tantrum more than a punishment to anyone but him. Grandl was the one winded, angrier as he ripped down the other's last bit of cloth. Richard was let go the knee to his back but was turned around as he flopped onto his back now. "I want you to see…. what hell you've caused us…what Hellanai….be she in her crypt in Defencia's palace of bones…be she the keeper of your misery and mine…" Grandl moved in as his aim was below him. He moved into position and went. Body of Richard's arching up as it was leaned for better access. "I'll take it…. I'll kill that bastard child before father finds us….no, no, no! You are a plague!!"
Ravaged onto the bed, the rocking frame had the crying brat's tears fall onto the concubine bride's face as he saw not himself being ruined. But the other way. How this child, he was no child but by war it had made him older far too quick. Richard did as he did with his brother and sisters when they threw a fit out of only their desire to convey something important. This, was simply what he could do, so Richard moved with his waist attached until his arms pulled round Grandl's neck and shoulders. "You don't have to worry…" The thrusting stopped, the boy in him had brought himself to stop crying…if only.
If only he were Jason. If only Grandl were like that child with a lion's heart beneath the scruff.
For this child, was a singer's plight. His hands moved to choke Richard, to snap his hips as he plunged back into the elder's body. Richard gaged out as the stretch inside him though average, had tenacity and range to its reach. He was given no break as but by morn…the king had still not gone for him Grandl had left in the dead, a red sheet covering a bruised and shaded appearance. He was not supposed to go anywhere, yet upon his rise in the daybreak of mid- noon, Richard found out something far worse. As to why none had come to seek the true culprit.
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"Father." Grandl moved to his father's- Wayne's original study room. Now, a trophy room as Slade coaxed his son to tell of the prior night and its, fruitful making.
"As you told me, father…" Smiled the brunette. "He won't touch you now."
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Grandl / Grant was allowed?? I say no more. I suppose you want to know about Bruce and Talia, right? Next chapter is the courtship of Korianna and her history as well as how Jason gains knowledge of a rebel unit in the city of his father's. Where then are Cassandra and her sister? Did they find shelter in time? What about Tim's punishment? Find out!!