War Has Come While Night Hath Fallen of Our Faire Kingdom –

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This is fantasy/ historic piece so heck yes. Drama, absolutely.

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Chapter 21: Finding the Time Again To Live By

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The child. His spawn at a time, was no Grandel. Not Rosalie, who made fun of the baby's hair the most. His had one black as a raven's wing strand over straight white locks over his eyes. The boy was peculiar and too sweet, Wintergrhen had pointed out. Playtime and to bathe, those were family affairs for a while before one day, even as the mother looked distantly away from their child, the king entered with an air of indifference and a woman who was of the sisterhood to this place. "Your child is smaller than his king's other children. This could be due to the bloodline, of course. Has the mother ever known of their age when they first gained an extra inch?"

Richard's mouth gaped as he shut it, seated by the boy; their little Vonn. Only at less than one, they centered around him. Prodding his belly and eyes with a finger to point out what this mother was. That she could not be fit to "breed" another. As much as Richard hated what Wirlon had done, he yet pitied the child. His child, and even with the parts of a queen to punish when the babe bothered only the nurse maids, the boy in Richard was growing up. Eighteen before spring to come. A full year as if not half, and they were together.

"Young Llewellyn is far too young to begin training in this state. He must be strong in mind first. His mother may be a concubine in body, yet a queen in mind I assume you'll respect our choices on the matter. Druella?"

"Y- es." The woman bowed and let the boy and his parents be. Little Vonn then was scooped up by Wirlon while he crooked a finger for Richard to come to him. "You'll make this up to me later. I must tell you some wonderful news from the front lines. Your father, is not coming back. He's instead seducing two if hos own children to delegate. And the reigning prince who is to take his crown within the year."

"Jason." Richard breathed. "He's not giving up, is he? I meant nothing by it…but I know little if my time apart from King Wayne, sire. Tis the truth I spake."

"That was not why you're to be swatted, my dear. Nay. You look as if this child means nothing." The growl the king gave sent Richard to unconsciously pluck up the boy before he started to weep. "There, there my –

"Richard's eyes wept as well by the look the king gave. "It is not a job, it is a duty. You treat him as one would s nanny half the time. You do not bond, and it shall be that YOU were the one to see him in a state later of no parents. No love. I want none of it. See how my children pine?" The king waved to the door, as if Rosalie would enter right away. "Grandel hated me, because I loved too much. I was right. The empire fell and Wayne is no more, but you allowed that brother to seize power."

Richard didn't know how to defend his position. He wasn't the crown prince. He could never undo what Wirlon had done if Selene and Paam did not allow any changes in their good work for the perfect specimen. They ha been in this to create gods all along. Women with intent, and the king kept them as close Richard was being. Pulled in as the ccooing and curious Vonn had him without a sound. The king brought a calloused set of fingers to his wife's cheek. He was a queueing in body, all but mind. That was why the king still fought to change the prince's perception in the years to come. The boy in his arms was proof that it could occur.

"Am I the only one, sire. The only one to be both a mother and a prince."

The king' hand pulled away as if cut by swords deeper than his leathered torso. "Nay. You are the first. There may be no others –

" MAY BE??"

The prince retorted, taken far from his own thoughts to think that the king held that sort of interest. "Am I to be the only bride then? What about your harem? Your –

"That is enough." Richard did not fight as hard as he had in a long while as the king came for the babe. He was forced to let go. A screaming child from its mother, then, somewhere deep to his core, Richard exploded as stardust and attacked the king.

"HE WON'T BE LIKE US! HE WON'T !"

The king called only to his guards when Winterghren did the deed for him. Two guards came in with the old timer and had the kicking, screaming blood curdling shouting mother brought to the cells. There, it was easier to sleep on hay that to wave off an excuse to fuck and burn off the truce they had sworn.

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It was not days. It couldn't be. The child had no mother right now to hold him and fir some reason, the loneliness made the teen keep as quiet as possible. That could be a month, he swore under his breath. Scratching in the wall his days, until as the meals got to be less, he wondered if the king would find another bride. One more willing. Richard sobbed into the hay stuffed bedding. He'd never escape and tell Jason, or King Bruce how foolish it was to take the pain. To not ask for help when it was offered. If ever, the evil warlord had eyes in every nook. He could win. He could…

Richard slept in the cell not lowered as could be, and he stayed there to his side to not look at the prison door. The last person he did want visiting-

The locks moved out of place. Richard cocked up his head and turned on instinct with the one eyed king with a child holding his hand. He was, so big!

"Vonn….what have they –

"A magical birth, only at three, he is quite ready to be your playmate as well in a year. Bu then, he'll learn to carry his first sword. Hold it, just as I have longed to hold you at my side." The king's lamenting sickened the son of Wayne. He sat up, malnourished and yet even so, gorgeous to the gaze of the evil warlord. "You'll gather your strength and then, reunite with the boy."

The boy, he had spat back. The boy was to them. Even if Richard had begged him heart to steady, he flew at the child and there was….

Something far different as the babe embraced him back. A lighter feeling of happiness that shouldn't have been there as Richard continued to weep while the king held his own son and carried them away to the floors above this dingy prison.

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Richard didn't know why, but bonding was more Vonn's decision than his at first. The boy loved the gardens and the grass the best. His king said he'd make him a true hunter. He'd catch game as his grandfather and before them even. Richard showed the boy a way to speak like a bird with a blade of grass at one time. At three, he was vocal as well and did not babble but asked a many questions as his teachers had him to learn the language in his minor studies daily.

"Mama, what is the sky to you?"

One day, the king thankfully did not hear the boy ask such a puzzling thing. Richard had however, and wanted to bare his thoughts in a way that Vonn would understand far better than anyone in his sandals.

"Well, the sky is home to many creatures that live among us. Here, even the thought that you could travel to the stars is thought as possible."

The trouble only began when Rosalie came back crying from playing with her friends around the castle. "Father! Father!!" She looked unbound by some unraveled craft as Selene was by the king's ear. "They call your new queen odd of all things, and worst of all? She has her son to ask questions the goddess would call blasphemous!"

"Father, mother is being odd and Vonn will not succumb to her words. I was teased for this mercilessly!" She went into his arm.

"Why shouldn't of it matter at all, princess?" Slade petted her long hair as she sobbed into his furs. "I see, then I shall speak to my queen tonight." The king wondered if breathing a word about Jason coming by tomorrow at high noon. The boy was bringing his sister, Stephanie and of course, a few extra guards of his squad to keep the peace. It was about the teen, now at eighteen by the spring time. They had to be here for his release, yet would they accept what the boy did not wish to hide from anyone? That he wanted Vonn to beg to go along? Was that it?

The king groomed his own white beard and thought to himself. "By this night, my queen shall no longer speak in tongues as she has. Not to any child that she wishes to bear for her king."

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By the next day at lunch, the prince asked to have a meal by the gardens as always, though was refused in the time it took to let his eyes bore through his husband. Slade had waited, waited until that morning to torment instead of that night. He wanted Jason to see the prince freshly fucked and made obedient whence the new king should enter those gates last the mountainous hilltop.

Richard winced at his bruised back and thighs, the king raking his nails into pale, tender flesh and eliciting a squeak out of his bride as he was fingers roughly. "You are you talk no more of dreams and an escape to other lands with MY son. As you said, I should treasure our time, should we not?"

"Ha…h!"

The king frowned, pushing his digits even deeper until a leg was lifted, revealing the squelching pussy the prince had on display to his ruler. "I find you dry as a dead skull on the battle field. You may have been given the right to resist whence ax a mother to young Llewellyn, yet to me as of now? I shall have you. Marked before you EVER show your cunt thing the direction of that newest lord –

"JAS… AAH!!"

Slade removed his heated fingers and widened the hole back before letting his own ridged and tall cockhead smear into a clingy mess of the boy's new sex. His slickened entrance got redder as the man slapped the boy's left ass cheek with no stop in mind. Not until his hands groped them both, maneuvering quick and thrusting into a tight heat – the prince below groaning as his face was fully red right now. Tears and mucus where it would be ignored until the king deemed it a disgust. It never was. It made the bride younger still in his eyes as he carved his cock through the hole. The other fingers jamming into the brat's ass to get him to lose his composure.

"You still moan like the boy I took, even now you can never change for me. I would rather keep you in my arms, on my cock…. even with them watching us."

Richard gasped as he choked at the memory of Tim seeing them together. Bruce assuming the worst. Jason raging about what was to become of the country because…

"Just, keep going…. sire…" The teen breathed out. "Harder! I want to feel you deeper than this! I beg –

" Agh !" The boy's ass stung again and again as the king rode Richard to one orgasm after another. The king was turned on as a dragon to its mate. He wouldn't let go. His body was thick and coarse as a leather hide as they kept fucking until breakfast.

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To let go, sex helped at times. Other times, it was inevitable. The king sat to one end while Richard was allowed by the king's right. His child was handed to him, just as the doors to the great hall opened for another guest to arrive hours earlier.

"Brother…"

Tim had come, he not grown yet. Stephanie was stronger now. A hunter of wild things and far bold with Todd to teach her all manner of the craft. Jason, lookecon as his face narrowed. Wirlon motioned for the few to sit while being served a hot meal. "There is no ill between us here."

"There always will be. Is that the one?" Jason shot and assumed, the mother to its child as Richard ducked his head in shame. "You stole not a bride, but a ruler. I have sentence any whom had the rebellion in them to death. Your capital will not grow larger than this, Wirlon."

"Do you threaten this mountain lord, Wayne?" Rhe king leaned forth to see Stefania flinching. Tim was observing Richard, who said not a word while the rest played out as ut had to. "We've come here for the prince. The son, whatever it wasn't. It should go to its mother."

"Unlikely to occur."

The group turned to see Selene as she ushered the king to speak on what might happen, should either be divided. "It is stated that if the child is removed from the place of his birth, the next realm will fall due to the reasons as to why the child was born to two nations. I speak of this clearly as I may; take my queen and child, damn your kingdom forever to oblivion."

The queen gasped up, yet the king made sure his eye moved to prevent a mere utterance in protest from those plush lips.

"If you divide this king from his queen and future babies, it is the same. Richard, is no longer of your house, nor shall any of their children ever know the name Wayne."

"You…. will here of this. There can be no truce, to death then if you dare plot within our walls." Spat Jason. "Richard. We have never forgotten. Bruce speaks nothing of your trials yet Lady Kor'anna and I-

"What would I be to them, Jason?" Grumbled the sullen eyed queen. "I could never rule, I only would slow you down. I made this cot and it is mine to wither to…. there is no place left for me as your advisor. None. And this child, they would kill him – he'd be deemed worthless and cruel. I have no desire to leave these walls if it means any more needless deaths –

" Martyr! Wirlon is not done with us!" Stefania protested.

"THERE…" Selene tapped a finger to her chin, looking around. Almost, carefully. "There is one way to undo a portion if the curse. Two ways in fact. The Persephone trial –

"A few months and then, nay." Tim shook his head. "We want a solution that involves a trade. Not a half-bought option on the table."

"The other would be, a sword fight. To the death. Winner like with Wayne almost losing, would be if Jason wounded our king to bleed as before. If you can do that much without wings, dear child?"

"I will attempt it. A month. We will prepare to take back what you hath stolen."

"Jason –

"Quiet, brother." Jason snapped at Richard. He saw the boy's eyes and it frightened poor Vonn to wail aloud. "Your son is not safe among marauders and crooked soldiers, dear brother." Stefania tried to soften the debate. "We would welcome you as you were. Have you in a duchie and with your child. There would be nothing to fear."

Richard didn't speak as Wirlon brought up a hand. "A month. If you win, he goes free. The boy however. If you cannot kill me twice, even once, the deal is null and void."

"ISN'T he…. immortal , brother??" Tim bit his lip and leaned close to Jason's ear. Slade never batted a lash as the minutes never once ticked in reverse.

"No." Jason answered with a dry croak. "His armor, though tough must have a weakness. And we shall exploit it well, see to your kingdom coming down before our own." So smirked the younger next in line. "Richard, you and that babe will be before OUR family again. Wirlon will be dead by that same day that I shall have you at my side as the very head advisor to our kingdom you've sworn never to become."

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Richard howled in to the king's arm as the babe stayed away In its cradle. "He cannot do this to me! I chose not to go! Sire…sire please, don't rid of us –

"He will fail at it." The king petted his bride's back as they both dis robed before bedtime. "I've kept you. You chose me, even against your father's wishes. You did so for them, and they wish to seat you in a role lower than he? It is insulting, my dear and I understand how you are. Jason has a fever in him that can only be quelled through my death." The king was surevthe boy was clingy tonight and would be hard to peel away. He moved and let his cock find the hole easily. Richard gripped his shoulders as they made love standing up.

"I won't abandon this child you were, or the lover I've come to keep at my arm as I had told you. What good would come if a city of the bat's excreted lesser?" He chuckled, bouncing the brat along as the huffing, moaning slut found a new set of sheets to lie in.

"I want you here, at my cock. In my heart…always. If you decide it, I will give you a piece of that promise to keep. Should you desire ever to kill me yourself."

The man bit the skin just by Richard's lobe and pulled before allowing it lie flat. They both collapsed into the sheets as the king continued to sink deep.into the boy's cunt until he was sure he'd have to pull out again. He did, at haste until –

The boy gripped his wrists from doing so "No…in…in my sex, please. Keep it. I want…." The boy breathed as his chest lifted and fell. The man's cock had stopped moving. "I want Jason to hate you and I, more than he hates his own father and brother. Loves his wife, more than I-

Richard's words were cut off as the king fell into him fir a brutal kiss. Pulling back, his lips licked away many more questions left unanswered. "Those lips have been the trouble you seek to end, I do prefer you like this. Telling me, not begging as you do. It shows you as a queen properly. Would another be too soon?"

"I don't care anymore." Richard wrenched hands through the other male's hair, body and mind lost to pain and euphoria of a different sex. "You owned me none then, as you di today. I would die for our child. As long as, you shall have no other. Even if I die, none shall have you." The boy kicked deeply as the king purred back. "A queen, back to a breeding bitch?" He raised a brow at the lad. "I did none of that. The child needs a mother, a supportive hand you'll be tasked if you remain mine as his teacher until I'll be sure he has only the finest Knights as I choose them. You'll be his gateway to victory, to an added happiness you'd kill to keep, my queen."

The words made him moan the man's name as the king finally sped up again, rocking the headboard and causing the babe no rest as it was not in this room. A room of its own had been provided right after Richard's recovery period from the dungeons. Slade smoothed back his pet's matted mane and smiled. Had he ever been this alive before? Real and almost as a father could? He was doing it for himself, but he had made sure. Slade could never part with any of the other women in the world over.

Richard was his bride until tomorrow as the king let the hole lax and went to his dresser to pull out an elixir that would change their fates for tomorrow. "Drink this, and you and the child will be the same. Forever bound to your home and to I. Your king."

Richard was handed the thin flask as he drank. He let the taste deem it better as Slade pulled him up to his lap and they embraced a while longer before bed.

"Jason cannot have me." The boy pressed into his new mattress. His new comfort. ( finally, he is losing it.)

"Only my king may call to my ear, and I shall come to him."

"Only him." The elder make recited back.

"Then, what about your father…your son?"

Richard smiled and to his thighs, hands moved while Slade joined him, to his now swollen stomach. Fluid fingers touched the beating hearts of many from beneath a sweltering bride. No, a queen, he smiled. " Any of your children, as long as they are all ours, my king." Richard did not remove his hands, as the king continued to love him, even after the entire Wayne like lay lifeless by his blade.

Yes, it was better if they had parted. His life was nowhere and only here. Here, as the immortal queen of a True warlord and master of bleeding hearts.

His master, should there be none to kill him before the elixir did as the goddess had ordered it. To make him….

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Forever, unborn.

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Epilogue and last chapter is coming. Very sad intense. Richard breaking and finding that he can never leave or he'll just doom his family is expected. But his kid doing the same?

Slade won him, but what about his one weakness? Find out!