War Has Come While Night Hath Fallen over Our Faire Kingdom

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Chapter 9: Staying Quiet; Speaking Up

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Richard's heart went on pounding in his head. Tim. Dead. Because of the boy's rebellious attitude. Richard could grovel. Could offer his body –

The king saw the teenager's eyes no more than he saw how willing to whine the concubine was. "What." The man was in little a mood to take a tantrum. Maybe the child would be willing to offer something over of a greater value. A secret…should the king push the boy to take a leap. After all, his son was dead. His beloved child.

The boy had no way to compare their losses.

"Speak."

"Sire…. Tim is too young. If I talk to my brother –

"Denied."

"Wait!"

The king moved swiftly with his pelt cloak moving behind. His boots stomped the steps of the dais. Dick didn't scramble as he was beaten. The king let his son and daughter who had entered the throne room view the scene Rosalie and Grandel both never looked away as the boy's body was turned, his body lifted over the man's shoulder as the king glared at the two children to leave.

The two light haired youths scampered away. Richard was dragged, beaten and sullen faced while whimpering as the king tossed the boy into his throne on his stomach. His trousers were lowered. The boy yelpee with the snap of his only protection. His tunic torn down the back as the king tossed his cloak to the side to not sully it.

"You want repentance??" The king growled lustfully. Richard shook. His body went taught, waiting for the godless monster to take and take. For Tim. Maybe this…

"You…already have me, sire…" The teenager swallowed. "There is nothing to offer but my apologies…. he was not permitted to do something so unforgiving. The boy was, innocent in this…. I wept for him. I will even go to the burial. If it would be permitted. But, sire? Take me…please I will punish my own brother. Tell him that if he dares….to defy his lordship …" The words came as an illness. Lingering and deadly as something so miniscule as to end his life. One word. That was all…

"My…king…" He sighed out.

That broke the warrior. Slade ravaged the boy's hole. Ass laid bare as the screaming, crying boy that was before was braver in this. His body craved the affection without knowing why. His erection bobbed as the kid held his head down. Slade cackled in Richard's ear. "You were already feasted upon by those witches. Did this reaction become, the latter? Or the former. I must say, I enjoy this reaction the most. It, pleases your king."

Richard understood. Lust. He had to let go. For Tim. "Turn me over." The boy whispered in a low voice. "Sire, I want to embrace you as you take me again… Please!"

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Lain sprawled across the king's thighs, their feverish coitus had left Richard winded and flushed with sunburn punk to his twin cheeks. A splatter of cum was in his ebony haired and his sopping hole dripped sinful lust thanks to the king's witches. He must have let the man blow off steam. He had to, as Winterghren entered the room with the boy in question. "I've brought the convicted, sire."

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Tim sniffed and looked away when he saw the nearly naked older child. Richard wiped his lip and was ordered to seat himself to the side of the throne.

"Prince Richard has advocated for your release from the death penalty." Slade told the youth. Tim bit his lip, eyes reddened by the state his brother…. he'd held to a fornication with the king? Yet, Richard wasn't a prince. The boy frowned. Not anymore.

"THIS." Tim put his foot down. "Is why we've lived?? You sold your body to this marauder?"

"Tim." Richard tried to reassure that this was not the worst outcome. Tim shoved his chained arms away. "Stay away! I'm a son of the House. Of Wayne , of this family …. not…. some royal whore ! You should repent! You shall, for I had to do it –

"TIM." Richard reached for his trousers as the king handed them to his pet. Right, he needed a swat. "That is enough. Father us not coming."

"He is!!" Tim shouted back. "You'd rather bask in your freedom as the king's cock – keeper than be brave. I'm willing to die. If it means upholding his honor, I would NEVER prostrate myself before that…. that…. demon !!"

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"What actions should be taken, sire."

"I've come to the agreement that a brother is sacred as a son... Richard?" The ebony haired concubine moved down the dais without the man's aid. He saw how Tim bristled at his presence. "Tim. It will be alright. But you have crossed the line with your insults. Apologize to our king or you will be punished for it."

The king put his chin to his fist as he leaned to the side arm of his thrones seat. Waiting. Tim spat a glob of saliva angrily at his brother's face as Richard just stood. He had to remain the one in charge of his family. Tim would end up dead before Bruce could return. What would that prove? That he could never take the throne, should Slade be sent to death?

"I'm not going to give you a second warning, brother." Richard's eyes were less empathetic to his siblings plight. "I'm doing this and you must comply. If you do not, then I shall have to strike. That the king may make it so that neither of us may forget. So, I beg thee. I command it –

"YOU'RE NOT THE KING." Sneered Tim. "HOW? YOU ARE JUST A WHORE."

Tim had said this thrice nearly. Richard moved with his palm as it slapped across the other boy's cheek. "Enough of your complaints. There will be none of it. Not for the king. Nor, for our exiled father."

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Richard sat by the thrown with his head in his hands, between the muscled legs of his king and wept yet again. "Tim…. I…..how can I even help him?? Sire! That was –

"Beautiful." The king purred to his drowning pussycat "You could be something. Maybe a queen, not a king if I allowed that. A mock ruler to show the people mercy…whilst I make well of some, changes to your declaration."

"Bylaws, be…" Richard sniffles and wiped his face. "Tim will stay silent. For i…not for him. Father abandoned me. I have no say."

"He did." The king lifted up the boy by his underarms and to his lap, the king adjusted his prized concubine quite nicely as Richard blushed at the sight of their bodies.

"And you do not. You're with me, and if the king never returns. If the true son is never found, you might do well to return to Defencia to see to its politics. Unlike the God- bat's city, we do not ostracize the sinful to never have a head in society." Slade told the boy as he wiped a away a drying tear from his face. "You'll have a child on the way for me, even two if you propose to my demands. If you stay as I have you." The king's hands were round the teenager's middle, hugging his torso back. The man, too was still hard as his cockpits did nothing to hide the man's wood with the bundle. "Shall we, re – work our contract then?"

The boy looked to his king from over his shoulder. "Kiss first. Take me, later. In your bed."

The king clicked his tongue and wagged a finger. His other hand reaching to touch under the teenager's tunic to find a nipple to tweek back for punishment. "Demanding little thing, you don't make the rules. I own every ounce if this country. Your body, your brothers. The princesses…" He huskily softly spoke into the boy's ear. None needed to hear it. "I'll take you, and THAT will always be the agreement sought. Not a hand shaken, nor a kiss as you'd wish it. But all of you. For me." His fingers dove downwards to find the boy's freshly squelched cunt as the man brought it back to arousal. Richard held to the king's thighs, panting as he rocked and allowed the beating of his heart to make the pain lessen. His pain, the king's pleasure. To save a kingdom. "Every time our deal….is struck …. ah…." Richard gripped a nipple as the king sucked on his collarbone to make this a much more enjoyable transition as he desired it.

"It looks to me that you are coming along. In your pregnancy."

Richard froze as the king again undid his trousers to make another point. He was always one to win the bride. No matter what Richard could do, he could never do so alone. And in the city of the bat god, he was utterly and terribly all, alone.

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Jason's horse took him as far to the outskirts of a city that looked to be made or wrought iron. There was no character but the smoke clouds billowing from mines and dust at the edge of this world. It looked to be the back of a fire breathing beast; Todd recalled the woman he had met, Kor'Anna. She was not as primitive, yet this city could not match her innocent strength. Her noble standing of a peoples of the world. Jason moved to the trees that did stand and walked round the city, thinking that it had little to offer him. This city, was run by a criminal called Sion. A task master of the worst kind. His father had forced the man out of their range to make his way here, on the barren outskirts.

The man below who ran this ship heap would not talk to a son of Wayne. It was a very bad thought, yet what drove Jason to journey was not because of its leader, but a proclamation he'd heard of whilst inside the castle. That Kor'anna had told him of her sister being here as a possibility. If so, he wished to know more about a war that had never started and why two villains hand come toe to toe to see this as a paradise built only to house inside, their dreams.

Kor'Anna and was kind and true, yet whomever her dear sister wasn't, he'd be best to find out.

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Sniffing and huffing as she mixed her potions together Paam waited for the minstrel behind her to go off. Yet, it stayed. Quiet, a tot to its mother. Just as that had to happen, Paam put down her vessels and turned to the joking child face of the clown that had followed her into her lab site. "You've entered unto a sacred domain." She chastised. "Have you no tact, jokester?"

"Harlin!" The girl grinned and raised her make – up white palm. "Harlin Quintet!"

"What a strange title…and to think you were but a bore in the king's court." Paam shrugged to go back to her steady work. She had to use the blood to devise a serum like the one elixir that her lord had taken to gain immortality. If the queen lived, then Wayne would not come back. He could not, and a new birth would proceed them. The boy princess, how quaint.

"Do thoust' believe it queer…. that a child, a lad like him is a royal snatch?"

Payment upturned her nose to such a reaction. "Your vulgar tone does not amuse." She strictly turned her back to the Joker's bride. "Why not find your partner for the king's next gala…. wait." Paam chewed her lip and turned to the red and black lace wearing younger woman. "Why are you not elsewhere? Have you been inside the keep this entire time?? Spy!"

"Oh, no no!" Harlin put up her hands in a show of peace. "I'm not some charlatan that cajole for fits and laughter! I'm everyone's smiling friend! Even yours…. ah! I know thenth! Then, let US be –

"Nay." Paam turned away with a grumble. "Sacred this space was to I, yet you and your kind make a mockery of the great mother and all she brings. My task is to create new life and the God- king of bats could never imagine such temptations and wrong doings." She teased the fronds of a lovely ivy vine that grew into her space. Paam made Harlin's jaw drop. She had to have her, and she was more than a goddess amongst these stubby reeds and tree stumps.

"Sayeth to thee, if I so may…." Harlin twirled a blonde, henna died ringlet in her hair. "Mayest I gather all that you be needing from the….other subjects?"

Paam, stopped touching the frond as she looked upon this simpleton of a goon. (This is a bit exaggerated.)

"Telleth I…. what is it you might do if found and confronted before our great king."

"Wouldst' thou like to know?" Grinned the mischievous jester. "Sayeth no more!" She pulled out from what looked to be a satchel for a saddle bag at her side, a mallet. A great stomper of mens' heads as Paam gawked. "Just…. what be it tell, are you?"

"Half – Dwarfin." The girl pointed to herself. "And you must be half fae! Welcome all to our humble gathering!"

"Nay, no!" Paam picked up her words and shot them as daggers in the form of sharp prickers from her vining children. "We might work together. You haveth a plan, dear Paam?? I live –

She kow - towed to the floor, her legs as flexible as a vine twirling.

"I…. would have to consider your offer. What is it you would receive?" Paam put her hands to her hips.

"Anything! To work with the best of the very great!" The gleeful half – ling grinned and giggled as young as she was. "Please, please! Hire me as your guard! Your foot rest! Your horse –

"What blasphemy!" Paam threw back her head and laughed. "You? A great one? Have you no posterity in that lithe body of yours, child?"

"Oh, so…. then nay?" The girl looked up through lashes so young, Paam turning her head with a huff. For this…she could use a set of eyes around the castle, yet Paam knew not of this strange creature and its adoration towards her…. tendril, locks….

"Therein, we shalst see if you are worthy to follow. What is your greatest advantage. As a performer." Smiled Paam. "Tell me what the castle only tells the lowest of a caste than I…."

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So, Paam and Harlin team up, Richard finally gave in for the greater good and Tim is this close to bolting. Can Jason find word of others he needs to find in that steely of a city? Will Cassandra and Stefania find their rebels in time to take back the castle? Is Bruce really looking for war buddies in the sheets with a sorceress? Find out!

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