Chapter 18: The Duty of A Prince

The Eternal City Runepolis, Holy Mirishial Empire

"Lord Viri! Lord Viri!"

One of Viri's subordinates came running into the opulent hotel room, their eyes gleaming with joy and excitement.

"What is it?" Viri asked, rising from his seat.

"They finally responded! The Holy Mirishial Empire has notified us that they will meet us in five days!"

"Holy shit! We did it!" Viri exclaimed, relief and triumph in his voice.

The room erupted in cheers. Viri and the others were overjoyed at the news. They had spent countless days and sleepless nights trying to secure an audience with the empire's foreign affairs ministry. In the civilized areas, meetings, even of a diplomatic nature, were usually conducted according to a system called a "schedule" denoted in hours. However, meetings with countries outside of the civilized areas were denoted in days, meaning that if the civilized country accommodating them was not free for an entire day, the meeting would have to be postponed. Despite this discriminatory system, they had managed to secure an appointment.

"Irnetia may have finally found its ray of hope!" Viri declared.

"Thank goodness… Oh, thank goodness…" another of his subordinates sighed, the relief palpable in their voice.

Even Prince Aethes, who had been uncharacteristically quiet and tense since their arrival, had a smile that stretched from ear to ear. The weight of their mission had been immense, and now they had a glimmer of hope.

"At long last… The most powerful nation in the world is about to hear us out! We must prepare ourselves," Viri continued, his voice steady but filled with emotion.

In a world where countless countries existed, the Holy Mirishial Empire stood above them all, recognized by all to be the "most powerful in the world." At the same time, everybody recognized them to be the "most prosperous," which was why so many envoys from all sorts of countries filled the queues and waitlists of the Mirishials' foreign affairs ministry. Thanks to that, the ministry observed an order of who to prioritize: the highest on the list were the superpowers, followed by civilized countries from the Central World, the Second Civilization Area, the Third Civilization Area, and finally those outside the civilized areas. While Irnetia belonged to the last category, they carried with them an endorsement from the second strongest superpower in the world, the Commune of Mu. This had propelled them up the waiting list.

Viri turned to face the haggard faces of his men, their exhaustion clear but their spirits lifted.

"As you can see, our pain and efforts have already been rewarded! For today, I order you all to rest and take it easy! You've all earned it!"

"Thank you, Lord Viri!" they chorused.

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Later that day, Prince Aethes took the opportunity to explore the city of Runepolis. As he stepped out onto the streets, he was immediately struck by the grandeur and magnificence of the Eternal City. Runepolis was unlike any city he had ever seen. It was a place where the pinnacle of magical and technological advancements met the highest levels of artistic and architectural beauty.

Skyscrapers towered above, their spires reaching 500 meters into the sky, shimmering with a blend of glass, marble, and magical runes that glowed softly in the daylight. These colossal structures were not just feats of engineering but masterpieces of art, adorned with intricate carvings and enchanted murals that depicted the rich history and legends of the Mirishial Empire.

The streets below were a symphony of activity, alive with the hum of levitation cars zipping effortlessly through the air. These sleek, streamlined vehicles hovered several feet above the ground, their motion powered by a combination of arcane energy and advanced magitek. The cars moved in perfect harmony, guided by invisible magical currents that ensured smooth traffic flow without the need for physical roads or stoplights.

Above the skyscrapers, the sky was dotted with the majestic forms of floating ships of heaven, resembling the iconic flying saucers of Earth's 1950s science fiction. These ships glided gracefully through the air, their hulls crafted from enchanted alloys that shimmered with an ethereal glow. They were the epitome of luxury and power, reserved for the elite and high-ranking officials of the empire. The ships moved silently, their engines powered by vast reservoirs of magical energy, and they often served as both transport and symbols of the empire's unchallenged dominance.

The city was predominantly inhabited by elves, their graceful forms and pointed ears a common sight among the bustling crowds. The elves of Runepolis were a testament to the empire's prosperity and cultural sophistication. They moved with an elegance that seemed almost otherworldly, their robes and dresses woven from enchanted fabrics that shimmered and changed color in response to the wearer's mood. The elves' long lifespans and deep connection to magic allowed them to master arts and crafts that were unparalleled anywhere else in the world.

Prince Aethes marveled at the diversity of the population. While elves were the majority, other races mingled freely within the city, each bringing their own unique cultural elements that blended seamlessly into the vibrant tapestry of Runepolis. Dwarves, with their sturdy builds and masterful craftsmanship, managed bustling marketplaces filled with magical artifacts and exquisite jewelry. Humans, known for their adaptability and innovation, ran cafes and shops that offered goods from all corners of Novus Orbis.

The architecture of Runepolis was not limited to its towering skyscrapers. Grand plazas and wide boulevards connected different parts of the city, each space meticulously designed to showcase the empire's grandeur. In the center of the city stood the Grand Arcane Plaza, a massive open space surrounded by colossal statues of past emperors and legendary heroes. The plaza was paved with enchanted stones that radiated a soft, comforting warmth, and at its heart was a magnificent fountain that sprayed water imbued with healing magic.

Aethes found himself drawn to the Grand Library of Runepolis, an enormous structure that rivaled the city's skyscrapers in height. The library's exterior was adorned with massive, enchanted stained-glass windows that depicted scenes of historical events and mythical tales. Inside, the library was a labyrinth of knowledge, with countless shelves filled with ancient tomes, scrolls, and manuscripts. Magical orbs floated through the air, providing light and guiding visitors to their desired sections.

As Aethes walked through the streets, he could see the seamless integration of nature within the cityscape. Lush gardens and parks were scattered throughout Runepolis, filled with exotic plants and trees that thrived under the care of elven horticulturists. These green spaces were more than just places of relaxation; they were infused with nature magic that rejuvenated both the mind and body of anyone who visited.

The sound of enchanting music filled the air, played by street musicians who used magical instruments that produced harmonies beyond the capabilities of traditional instruments. The melodies created an ambient backdrop that added to the city's charm, making every corner of Runepolis feel like a scene from a grand, timeless tale.

Floating above the streets were also the magical constructs known as Imperial Guardians. These were autonomous, sentient beings created to protect the city and its inhabitants. They resembled ethereal knights, their forms composed of shimmering light and enchanted armor. The Aerial Guardians patrolled the skies, their watchful presence a constant reminder of the Holy Mirishial Empire's commitment to security and peace.

Prince Aethes's journey eventually led him to the Celestial Palace, the heart of the Holy Mirishial Empire's governance. The palace was an architectural marvel, built entirely from a rare, enchanted crystal that refracted light in dazzling displays of color. It was said that the palace was not constructed by mortal hands but was conjured into existence by the combined efforts of the empire's greatest archmages. The structure floated majestically above the city, connected to the ground by grand staircases and a network of levitation platforms.

As he approached the palace, Aethes couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and reverence. He realized that Runepolis was not just a city; it was a symbol of the heights that civilization could achieve when guided by wisdom, magic, and a desire for progress. Every aspect of the city, from its towering buildings to its bustling streets, reflected the pinnacle of what the Holy Mirishial Empire stood for.

In that moment, surrounded by the wonders of Runepolis, Aethes felt a renewed sense of hope. The journey to seek aid from the Holy Mirishial Empire had been long and arduous, but standing in the heart of such a magnificent city, he felt that Irnetia's plea would be heard. The sheer power and beauty of Runepolis were proof that if any nation could stand against the rising tide of the People's Republic of China, it was the Holy Mirishial Empire.

As Prince Aethes strolled through the lush green park of Runepolis, his mind heavy with thoughts of the upcoming meeting with the Mirishial Empire, he stumbled upon an unexpected sight: a group of elves engrossed in a game of magic billiards. Aethes paused, his interest piqued. It had been quite some time since he had the mood to play, but watching the players deftly manipulate the enchanted orbs around the table ignited a spark of nostalgia within him.

Approaching the group tentatively, Aethes cleared his throat to catch their attention. The elves turned to regard him, curiosity mingling with surprise at the presence of a human amidst their game. Among them stood a young elven man, who looked no older than a teenager but exuded an air of confidence and authority. Flanked by two guards who eyed Aethes warily, the young man smiled warmly and beckoned him closer.

"Welcome, traveler," the young elf greeted, his voice carrying a melodic quality that seemed to resonate with the magical ambiance of the park. "Would you care to join us in a game of magic billiards?"

Aethes hesitated for a moment, glancing at the guards who were clearly apprehensive about letting a stranger, especially a human, join their game. However, the young elf named Caspian waved off their objections with a dismissive gesture.

"It's alright," Caspian assured them, his smile widening. "Let him play. It's not often we get to meet new challengers here in Runepolis."

With that, Aethes was warmly welcomed into the circle. He introduced himself simply as Aethes, not revealing his princely title, and took his place at the billiards table. The game commenced, and to Aethes' surprise, his skills hadn't dulled despite the years of disuse. The orbs responded to his commands effortlessly, and soon he found himself engaged in a heated yet friendly competition with Caspian.

As they played, Aethes couldn't help but steal glances at Caspian. The young elf was indeed strikingly handsome, with a slim, athletic figure and short, luscious black hair that framed his face in a way that seemed almost ethereal. But what captivated Aethes the most were Caspian's eyes – the most beautiful shade of purple he had ever seen, sparkling with intelligence and a hint of mischief.

"You play well, Aethes," Caspian remarked with a grin after Aethes sank a particularly difficult shot. "It's rare to find a human who can handle magic billiards with such finesse."

Aethes chuckled modestly, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush at the compliment. "I have had some practice in my kingdom. Though it's been a while since I've had the chance to enjoy a game."

They continued to play, each set bringing them closer in camaraderie and competition. The sun began its descent, casting a golden hue over the park as the shadows lengthened. Aethes found himself laughing freely, a weight lifting from his shoulders that he hadn't realized was there. For a brief moment, the looming diplomatic mission and the worries of Irnetia's future faded into the background.

As they finished their tenth set, both players leaned on their cues, catching their breath and exchanging contented smiles. Aethes felt a pang of regret that such a pleasant diversion would come to an end so soon.

"It's been a pleasure playing with you, Caspian," Aethes said sincerely, extending his hand in friendship.

Caspian clasped Aethes' hand firmly, his purple eyes gleaming with a mysterious light. "The pleasure was mine, Aethes. Fear not, though we part ways now, we will meet again soon."

Aethes raised an eyebrow, puzzled by Caspian's cryptic words. "Do you know something I don't?"

Caspian chuckled softly, his smile enigmatic. "Perhaps, perhaps not. Fate has a way of bringing together those who are meant to cross paths again."

With a final nod, Caspian bid farewell, his guards falling into step as they departed from the park. Aethes watched them go, his mind racing with questions and curiosity about the young elf who had unexpectedly brightened his day.

Five Days Latter.

The grand chamber of the Holy Mirishial Empire's Foreign Affairs Ministry was a sight to behold, filled with regal tapestries and glowing runes. Lord Viri and Prince Aethes of Irnetia sat across from Minister Nova Perclas, their expressions tense but hopeful. As they discussed the grave situation Irnetia faced with China, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation.

Suddenly, the doors swung open, and an elf entered with a confident stride. Aethes immediately recognized him, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Caspian!" Aethes exclaimed.

Caspian presence alone commanded attention, his robes shimmering with the insignia of ancient lineage and power. Viri and Aethes exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of what to make of this sudden turn of events.

"Minister Perclas, esteemed guests," a voice rang out, resonant and commanding. Caspian, the enigmatic elf who had played billiards with Aethes in the park, now revealing himself in his true identity.

"I am Prince Caspian Lucius-De Milishial, 36th in line to the throne of the Holy Mirishial Empire," he declared, his presence filling the room with an aura of authority.

Aethes' eyes widened in disbelief, a mix of shock and realization crossing his features. "You... you're a prince?"

The prince walked up to the table, his purple eyes gleaming with determination. "Minister Perclas, forgive my intrusion, but I have an important announcement."

Perclas looked perturbed. "Prince Caspian, this is a highly sensitive diplomatic meeting. What could be so urgent?"

Caspian turned to Aethes, his expression softening. "Prince Aethes, I promised we would meet again. I intend to keep that promise and more."

Viri and Aethes exchanged confused glances. Caspian then turned to Minister Perclas. "As the 36th Prince of the Holy Mirishial Empire, I declare our support for Irnetia."

Perclas's eyes widened in shock. "Prince Caspian, our policy is one of non-intervention against great powers. We have no defense treaty with Irnetia."

Caspian smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "That's not a problem. I have a solution."

He walked over to Aethes, taking his hands in his own. "Prince Aethes, will you marry me?"

The room fell silent, jaws dropping in disbelief. Aethes blushed furiously, completely taken aback. "M-Marry you?"

"Yes," Caspian said, still smiling. "As my spouse, you will be part of the Holy Mirishial Empire, and Irnetia will become a protectorate of the Holy Mirishial Empire. This way, we can ensure your safety and sovereignty."

Minister Perclas stood up, looking aghast. "Caspian, marriage is not a game! You can't decide national policy on a whim!"

Caspian turned to her, his smile unwavering. "Minister Perclas, this is not a whim. This is a strategic alliance. By marrying Aethes, I am committing to the defense of Irnetia, bringing our nations closer than any treaty could."

Aethes looked at Caspian, his heart racing. "Are you serious? This isn't just... some teenager's game?"

Caspian's expression softened, his gaze sincere. "I've never been more serious in my life, Aethes. Together, we can protect your kingdom and ensure its future."

Viri, finally finding his voice, stammered, "But this... this is unprecedented!"

Caspian nodded. "Unprecedented times call for unprecedented measures. Will you accept, Aethes?"

Aethes found his voice, his initial shock giving way to a mixture of apprehension and intrigue. "But... I hardly know you, Your Highness. How can we—"

Caspian interrupted with a reassuring smile. "We will have time to get to know each other, Prince Aethes. And I am confident that together, we can achieve great things for our peoples."

Viri, sensing the gravity of the moment, spoke up tentatively. "Your Highness, this is a monumental decision. Are you certain—"

"I am," Caspian affirmed firmly, his gaze never leaving Aethes'. "I believe this is the best course of action for both our nations."

Lord Viri stepped forward, his voice laced with urgency. "Your Highness, think carefully," he urged, concern etched upon his brow. "This decision will shape the future of Irnetia."

Aethes, still in shock, looked around the room, seeing the stunned faces of the diplomats. Then he looked back at Caspian, seeing the determination and warmth in his eyes.

"I... accept," Aethes finally said, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions within him. "Let us work together for the good of Irnetia and the Holy Mirishial Empire."

Caspian grinned, pulling Aethes into an embrace. "Excellent," he declared, turning to Minister Perclas with a gleam of triumph. "Then it is settled. Irnetia shall become a Milishial protectorate under the reign of King Caspian and Prince Aethes."

Minister Perclas sighed, shaking her head. "Very well, Prince Caspian," he began, addressing the young heir directly. "Your proposal will be presented to the Council of 100 Elders and the Emperor for deliberation. But understand this: national policy cannot hinge on impulsive decisions."

Caspian nodded respectfully, his gaze steady. "I understand, Minister. Thank you for considering our plea."

The room buzzed with a mixture of shock and awe as the reality of the situation sank in. What began as a diplomatic plea for help had turned into a life-changing moment for both princes and their nations.

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In the dimly lit, secluded room of the palace, Minister Perclas faced Caspian, her expression a mixture of frustration and concern. The room, adorned with ancient relics and the faint glow of enchanted lanterns, added a mysterious aura to their conversation.

"Caspian, what on earth were you thinking?" Perclas began, her voice a tense whisper. "You're known for your...shall we say, adventurous lifestyle, but marriage? And to a foreign prince at that? This isn't like you."

Caspian's usual playful demeanor had vanished, replaced by a cold, calculating expression. He leaned back against a grand oak table, a sinister smile curling his lips. "Ah, Minister Perclas, you underestimate me."

Perclas's eyes narrowed. "What are you playing at? This is serious. Our nation's policies and international relationships aren't a game."

Caspian's smile widened. "Exactly. And that's why I've taken this step. You see, as the youngest prince, I need to carve out a legacy of my own. I'm tired of being in the shadows of my elder siblings. This marriage is a strategic move, not just some whimsical decision."

Perclas crossed her arms, waiting for him to elaborate.

"China is a great power, yes," Caspian continued, his voice low and conspiratorial. "But they're green, overly ambitious, and recklessly expanding their influence. If we let them continue unchecked, they'll destabilize the entire world. Sooner or later, their ambitions will drag us all into war. By stepping in now, protecting Irnetia, we send a clear message."

Perclas raised an eyebrow. "And what message is that?"

"That the Holy Mirishial Empire is the world greatest superpower. That we won't allow upstarts like China to bully smaller nations into submission. By defending Irnetia, we not only safeguard a vital region but also assert our dominance. We show the world that Milishial isn't just powerful—it's untouchable."

Perclas shook his head in disbelief. "But at what cost, Caspian? We risk destabilizing the entire region. The Mu Commune will view this as a direct challenge to their sphere of influence. Are we prepared for the consequences?"

Caspian's smile widened into a chilling grin. "We thrive in chaos, Minister. It is within chaos that true power emerges. The Mu Commune will understand that we are not to be underestimated. By asserting ourselves in Irnetia, we send a clear message: Mirishial stands at the forefront of global politics."

Perclas's expression softened slightly, but her skepticism remained. "But why marriage? Why take such a personal step?"

Caspian's smile turned colder. "Because, Minister, a marriage alliance is far more binding and symbolic than a mere treaty. It ties Irnetia directly to us, making their interests our interests. It places me, and by extension, Milishial, in a position of unprecedented influence. And it sends a clear signal to our rivals and allies alike: Milishial is not to be trifled with."

Perclas sighed, shaking her head. "I still think you're being reckless. Marriage isn't just a political tool. It's a lifelong commitment."

Caspian's eyes gleamed with a dangerous light. "I've always been a playboy, yes. But don't mistake my lifestyle for a lack of ambition or foresight. This marriage isn't just a commitment—it's a chess move. One that will elevate our standing and secure our dominance for generations."

Perclas mulled over Caspian's words, his brow furrowing deeper as he wrestled with the implications. "But what of Aethes?" he pressed, his voice cautious. Is he merely a pawn in this grand scheme of yours? Marriage is not merely a political maneuver—it involves hearts and lives."

Caspian's sinister smile returned, a chilling glimmer in his purple eyes. "Oh, Aethes," he mused, his tone tinged with a mixture of admiration and calculation. "He is young, impressionable, and idealistic. He sees in me a path to safeguarding his kingdom, to fulfilling his duty as its prince."

He fixed Perclas with an unwavering gaze. "And in return," Caspian concluded, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "he offers me legitimacy, loyalty, and a kingdom ripe for elevation into our realm's fold. It is a union of convenience, yes—but one that serves our greater purpose."

Perclas studied him for a long moment, her resolve wavering. "I hope you know what you're doing, Caspian. This could either solidify our power or lead us into a quagmire."

Caspian straightened, his smile fading into a look of determination. "Trust me, Minister. I know exactly what I'm doing. And when the dust settles, the world will remember this as the moment the Holy Mirishial Empire cemented its place at the pinnacle of global power."

With that, Caspian turned and left the room, leaving Perclas alone with her thoughts, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air.

Albion Castle, Runepolis

The grand hall of the Albion Castle was adorned with intricate tapestries and glowing runes, casting a majestic ambiance over the traditional royal engagement ritual. The room was filled with nobles and dignitaries, their eyes fixed on the central stage where Prince Caspian and Prince Aethes stood.

Aethes felt a mixture of awe and apprehension as he glanced around, his gaze finally resting on Caspian. The Milishial prince was stunning, dressed in ceremonial robes that shimmered with enchanted threads. His short, black hair framed his captivating purple eyes, which seemed to glimmer with an otherworldly light.

Caspian's voice, smooth as velvet yet carrying an unmistakable edge of authority, broke the silence. "Aethes, my dear prince of Irnetia, today marks not just the beginning of an alliance, but the forging of a bond that transcends mere politics. You are about to embark on a journey that will reshape the fate of our kingdoms."

Aethes looked up, his eyes meeting Caspian's piercing purple gaze. Despite the gravity of the situation, there was a magnetic charm in Caspian's demeanor that made it difficult for Aethes to feel anything but admiration tinged with a hint of awe.

"Are you ready, Prince Aethes?" Caspian's voice was smooth and commanding, yet laced with an unsettling charm.

Aethes nodded, trying to steady his nerves. "Yes, Prince Caspian."

The engagement ritual, a ceremony that was as much about asserting dominance as it was about forming ritual had its origins in the ancient times when the Milishial Empire first began to expand its influence across the world. In those days, lesser nations, deemed "barbarians" by the Milishial elite, were often forced to submit to Milishial's overwhelming power. The ritual was crafted to symbolize their subjugation and to instill a sense of awe and reverence for Milishial's supremacy.

Caspian's smile was both reassuring and predatory. "Good. Kneel before me."

Aethes complied, lowering himself to his knees. He felt the weight of the nobles' stares, but Caspian's presence dominated his thoughts. Caspian extended his foot, and Aethes pressed his lips to the polished leather of Caspian's boot.

"That's it," Caspian murmured, his voice low and intoxicating. "Show your devotion."

This part of the ceremony was a stark reminder of the ancient conquests, where defeated leaders were made to kiss the feet of their conquerors, a gesture of complete and utter submission. It was meant to break the spirit of the vanquished and reinforce the idea that Milishial's dominance was absolute.

As Aethes kissed Caspian's foot, he felt a strange mixture of humiliation and reverence. Despite the demeaning act, he couldn't help but be mesmerized by Caspian's beauty and charisma.

Caspian then produced a stunning necklace, a beautiful yet imposing piece of jewelry that looked more like a collar than a traditional piece of jewelry. The intricate design was laden with enchanted gemstones, each one glowing faintly with magical energy. This collar was not just an ornament but a symbol of ownership and control, a relic from a time when conquered leaders were literally collared to signify their new status as vassals to the Milishial throne.

Caspian leaned down, his fingers brushing Aethes's neck as he fastened the necklace. "This is a symbol of our bond, Aethes. A testament to the power and protection the Holy Mirishial Empire extends to you and your kingdom."

Aethes felt the cool metal against his skin, a sense of submission mingling with an unexpected thrill. Caspian's fingers lingered, his touch sending shivers down Aethes's spine.

"Look up at me, Aethes," Caspian commanded softly.

Aethes raised his gaze, meeting Caspian's intense eyes. Caspian's smile was one of supreme confidence, his expression almost patronizing. It was a reminder to Aethes and all who witnessed the ceremony that Milishial was the center of the world, the apex of civilization, and all others were fortunate to be under its protection.

"You see, Aethes," Caspian continued, his tone dripping with charismatic authority, "this ritual isn't just about marital. It's about acknowledging the strength and benevolence of the Holy Mirishial Empire. By accepting this necklace, you embrace our protection, our power. You become part of something greater."

Aethes felt a wave of conflicting emotions. Caspian's words were designed to manipulate, to make him feel both honored and subservient. Yet, he couldn't deny the allure, the magnetic pull of Caspian's presence.

Caspian straightened, addressing the gathered nobles. "Let this ceremony mark the union of our nations. Let it be known that Irnetia is now under the aegis of Milishial, shielded from threats and elevated by our greatness."

The nobles erupted in applause, their approval echoing through the hall. Aethes remained on his knees, the necklace resting heavily around his neck. Caspian looked down at him, his smile both comforting and cruel.

"Rise, Prince Aethes," Caspian said, extending a hand. "Stand by my side as a symbol of our new alliance."

Aethes took Caspian's hand, rising to his feet. The two princes stood together, a picture of contrasting power and submission. Aethes felt a mix of pride and shame, but Caspian's gaze held him, ensnaring him in a web of manipulation and charm.

As the ceremony concluded, Caspian leaned in, his voice a whisper meant only for Aethes. "Remember, Aethes, this is just the beginning. Together, we will reshape the world."

Aethes nodded, unable to tear his eyes away from Caspian's mesmerizing gaze. He felt both trapped and exhilarated, caught in the captivating, dangerous dance that was now his life with Prince Caspian.

In the echoing applause and the whispered praises, the true nature of the ritual was clear. It was a ceremony of dominance, a performance of power designed to reinforce the social and political hierarchies that had kept Milishial at the top for a hundred centuries. Aethes, now part of this grand tradition, could only hope that the protection promised by Caspian was worth the price of his submission.

The grand hall had emptied, leaving Caspian and Aethes alone in the dim light cast by the enchanted lanterns. The echo of the nobles' applause still lingered in the air, but now, in the quiet, the reality of their new bond settled heavily between them.

Aethes stood, the weight of the ornate necklace around his neck a constant reminder of his new status. Caspian approached him, his movements as fluid and graceful as ever, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and something darker.

"How do you feel, Aethes?" Caspian asked, his voice smooth and soothing, yet carrying an undertone of command.

Aethes hesitated, unsure how to articulate the conflicting emotions swirling within him. "I... I'm not sure, Caspian. This is all so... overwhelming."

Caspian smiled, a reassuring yet predatory expression. "I understand. It's a lot to take in. But remember, Aethes, you are now part of something far greater than yourself. The Holy Mirishial Empire offers you protection, power, and a place in history."

Aethes nodded slowly. "Yes, but at what cost? I feel... like I've lost something."

Caspian's eyes softened, his voice turning almost tender. "You've lost nothing, my dear Aethes. In fact, you've gained everything. Look around you. The grandeur, the power, the respect of the most powerful nation in the world—all of this is now within your grasp."

Aethes looked down, the weight of the collar heavy both physically and metaphorically. "But this necklace... it feels like a symbol of submission."

Caspian reached out, gently lifting Aethes's chin so their eyes met. "Submission? No, Aethes, think of it as a symbol of unity, of partnership. It signifies our bond, our alliance. You are not just a prince of Irnetia anymore. You are a part of the Milishial legacy."

Aethes's brow furrowed. "But isn't it humiliating? To kneel, to kiss your foot? To wear this necklace?"

Caspian's smile widened, his tone becoming more insidiously persuasive. "Humiliation is a matter of perspective, Aethes. What others might see as degrading, you can choose to see as an honor. By performing these rituals, you are acknowledging the greatness of Milishial and your place within it. It's an act of respect, of reverence."

Aethes's confusion deepened, but there was a strange comfort in Caspian's words. "I... I suppose that's one way to look at it."

Caspian nodded, his voice almost hypnotic. "Exactly! Aethes, you are a prince who has forged an unbreakable bond with the most powerful empire in the world. You are part of a legacy that will be remembered for centuries."

"But why me?" Aethes asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why go to such lengths?"

Caspian's expression turned serious, his eyes locking onto Aethes's with an intensity that made his heart race. "Because, Aethes, you have something special. A strength, a resilience that I admire. By bringing you into our fold, I am not just securing a political alliance. I am gaining a partner, someone who can stand by my side as we shape the future."

Aethes felt a strange mix of pride and confusion. "You really believe that?"

Caspian's smile was both warm and predatory. "I do. And in time, you will see it too. You will come to realize that this bond, this alliance, is the best thing that could have happened to you and your kingdom."

Aethes nodded slowly, the weight of Caspian's words sinking in. "I... I trust you, Caspian."

Caspian's smile widened, his voice turning almost conspiratorial. "Good. Trust is the foundation of any strong relationship. And together, we will accomplish great things. The world will look upon us and see not just rulers, but visionaries. Leaders who are unafraid to seize the future."

Aethes felt a strange exhilaration, a sense of purpose he hadn't felt before. "Yes, Caspian. Together."

Caspian leaned in closer, his voice a seductive whisper. "Remember, Aethes, you are no longer alone. You are part of something magnificent. Embrace it, and you will find a strength you never knew you had."

Aethes felt a rush of emotion, his doubts slowly dissolving under Caspian's persuasive influence. "I will, Caspian. I promise."

Caspian's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Good. Now, let us go forward, united, and show the world the true power of our bond."

As they left the hall together, Aethes felt a strange mix of submission and empowerment, his mind reeling from Caspian's masterful manipulation. Yet, in the depths of his heart, he couldn't help but feel grateful, almost reverent, toward the prince who had so deftly ensnared him.

Aethes's heart pounded erratically, a storm of emotions swirling within him as he looked up at Caspian. The dim light of the chamber seemed to catch the prince's eyes, a mesmerizing mix of authority and allure that pinned Aethes in place. Their gazes locked, and Aethes felt an invisible force tugging at him, a magnetic pull he could neither fight nor explain. His breath hitched as Caspian's lips curled into a knowing smile, his expression both seductive and commanding.

Aethes's heart pounded like a war drum, each beat a reminder of the gravity of what he was about to do. As he knelt before Caspian, his thoughts spiraled into chaos. How did it come to this? he wondered, his gaze flitting nervously between the floor and the imposing figure before him. He still couldn't fully comprehend that he, a mere human noble, was getting married to Caspian, a powerful elven prince whose name commanded both reverence and fear across kingdoms.

This wasn't a union born of love or even mutual desire—it was a calculated necessity, a desperate gambit to secure his people's survival. Their marriage was the cornerstone of a fragile alliance, a pact forged from fear and necessity rather than affection. Aethes had agreed to it without hesitation, knowing that the future of his kingdom rested on his shoulders. Yet, as the moment loomed before him, the sheer enormity of what was required made his resolve waver.

This is for my people, he reminded himself, the mantra doing little to steady the trembling in his limbs. This alliance will save us. But the words felt hollow as he glanced at his new husband, the elven prince who had become both his salvation and his greatest challenge.

Caspian stood before him, an image of unshakable composure. His sharp, elegant features were illuminated by the soft glow of the chamber's lanterns, his piercing eyes seeming to glow faintly in the dim light. There was something almost ethereal about him, a blend of grace and raw power that was at once captivating and intimidating. Aethes felt small in his presence, insignificant in a way that made his stomach churn with nerves. He could crush me without effort, Aethes thought, swallowing hard against the lump in his throat. And yet, here I am, about to bind myself to him completely.

Caspian's lips curled into a faint smile, one that made Aethes's skin prickle with a mixture of anticipation and fear. There was a knowingness in that smile, a quiet confidence that suggested he could read every thought racing through Aethes's mind. "You know what you must do," Caspian said, his voice low and smooth, a velvet caress laced with steel. The words weren't harsh, but they carried the weight of command, leaving no room for hesitation.

Aethes's hands trembled as he reached for the edge of Caspian's robes, his movements awkward and uncertain. The fabric slipped through his fingers like water, pooling at the prince's feet to reveal his bare body. Aethes couldn't stop the gasp that escaped him as he took in the sight before him. Caspian's chest was sculpted, his muscles rippling beneath flawless skin that glistened faintly with a sheen of sweat. He was perfection personified, a vision that left Aethes feeling utterly inadequate. How can someone like me stand beside someone like him? The thought stung, but he pushed it aside. There was no room for self-pity now.

Caspian chuckled, the sound deep and resonant, sending a fresh wave of nervous energy coursing through Aethes's body. "Don't just stare," the prince said, his tone a teasing blend of amusement and expectation. His lips curved into a smirk that made Aethes's cheeks burn with embarrassment. "Taste me."

The words struck Aethes like a physical blow, leaving him momentarily frozen. His heart pounded in his chest as he grappled with the enormity of the demand. Is this truly what's expected of me? The doubt clawed at the edges of his resolve, but he forced himself to remember why he was here. This is for my kingdom. For my people. I can't falter now.

With a deep, shuddering breath, Aethes lowered himself to his knees. The cool stone floor bit into his skin, grounding him as he reached out with trembling hands. His fingers brushed against the last barrier of fabric, hesitating for a moment before finally pulling it away. What he revealed made his breath catch in his throat. Caspian's arousal stood proud, larger and more intimidating than Aethes could have imagined. How am I supposed to…? The thought trailed off into a spiral of panic, but he bit his lip and forced himself to focus. There was no turning back now.

Caspian's hand slid into Aethes's hair, his fingers threading through the soft strands with a touch that was firm but not unkind. "Relax," the prince murmured, his voice softer now, almost reassuring. "You'll find it's easier if you don't fight it."

Easier for him to say, Aethes thought bitterly, but he kept his expression carefully neutral. Leaning forward, he parted his lips, his heart pounding wildly as he hesitantly took Caspian into his mouth. The sensation was unlike anything he'd ever experienced—strange, foreign, and deeply overwhelming. The thick length stretched his lips painfully, the sheer size making it difficult to adjust. He struggled to take more, his jaw aching as he tried to accommodate the prince's girth. How is this supposed to fit? It's too much. Too big.

The taste was just as jarring, a heady mix of salt and musk that flooded his senses and made his stomach twist uncomfortably. He fought the urge to pull back, his hands gripping Caspian's thighs for stability as he tried to steady his breathing. Every movement felt awkward, every attempt to adjust met with the daunting realization of just how large the task before him was.

Caspian let out a low, pleased moan, his hips shifting slightly as Aethes began to move. The sound sent a confusing mix of emotions through Aethes—a flicker of pride buried beneath layers of discomfort and frustration. Am I… doing this right? The thought lingered, but there was no time to dwell on it. Caspian's grip on his hair tightened, guiding him with a firm but unspoken command.

"Good," the prince murmured, his voice rough with pleasure. "You're doing well." The praise sent a strange jolt through Aethes, a small spark of validation that pushed him to keep going despite the difficulty.

He adjusted his rhythm, his movements slow and deliberate as he worked to find a balance between his own discomfort and Caspian's satisfaction. His jaw ached, his throat protested every attempt to take more, but he pushed through, determined not to falter. The prince's breathing grew heavier, his body tensing beneath Aethes's touch, and for a brief moment, Aethes felt a surge of pride. I'm pleasing him. I'm… capable of this.

When Caspian finally reached his climax, it was sudden and overwhelming. His release filled Aethes's mouth in hot, pulsing waves, the taste flooding his senses in a way that made him gag. He swallowed instinctively, though his body protested the act, and sat back on his heels as he gasped for air.

Caspian looked down at him with a satisfied smile, his thumb brushing gently against Aethes's flushed cheek. "You've pleased me," he said, his tone softening into something almost affectionate. "Now, let me return the favor."

Aethes's cheeks burned with embarrassment as he remained kneeling before Caspian, the enormity of what lay ahead sinking in. The intensity of the moment left him trembling, his mind a whirlwind of fear, duty, and the tiniest flicker of something else—anticipation. He had never imagined that his path would lead here, standing bare and vulnerable before a powerful elven prince, tasked with cementing an alliance between their two nations in the most intimate of ways.

"Stand up," Caspian commanded, his voice a deep, velvet tone that sent a shiver down Aethes's spine. "And turn around."

Aethes's heart was pounding in his chest as he stood, his legs feeling like lead. Caspian's command echoed in his ears, the prince's deep, velvety voice carrying a weight that left no room for resistance. He turned slowly, his movements stiff and uncertain, a mixture of fear and duty compelling him forward. As he turned his back to Caspian, Aethes dared a brief glance over his shoulder, his stormy blue eyes meeting the elf prince's piercing gaze. Those eyes seemed to see through him, stripping away every shield he'd tried to put up. There was power in them, yes, but also something else—a flicker of intrigue, of admiration—that made Aethes's pulse race even faster.

I can do this, Aethes told himself, his jaw tightening as he sought to calm his nerves. I have to do this. The weight of responsibility bore down on him like a tangible force. His people's survival depended on this union, on him playing his part in cementing the fragile alliance that hung by a thread. Whatever emotions churned within him—fear, hesitation, even a budding curiosity—had to be buried, masked beneath the resolve expected of him.

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Aethes reached for the intricately tied belt of his ceremonial robe. His fingers trembled slightly, but he forced them steady, an act of sheer willpower. He refused to let Caspian see the extent of his nervousness, though his palms felt slick with sweat. Slowly, deliberately, he untied the knot and allowed the luxurious fabric to slip from his slender shoulders, pooling soundlessly at his feet. He stood there, utterly exposed, the faint hum of magic-infused lamps casting a soft glow over his alabaster skin.

Every instinct screamed at him to cover himself, to shield his vulnerability, but he held his ground. His back was straight, his chin tilted upward slightly, as if defiance could somehow soften the blow of his exposed state. Yet the tension in his muscles betrayed him, his body betraying the effort it took to maintain even the semblance of composure.

The room was silent save for the faint rustle of fabric and the nearly imperceptible hitch in Caspian's breath. Aethes couldn't see him, but he could feel the prince's gaze roving over him, the heat of it almost palpable against his skin. That gaze was heavy, assessing, and when Caspian finally spoke, the approval in his tone sent an involuntary shiver down Aethes's spine.

"You're exquisite," Caspian murmured, stepping closer, his voice low and rich like molten honey. Aethes clenched his fists to suppress his reaction, his breath quickening despite himself. The prince's words were flattering, but they also felt like a verdict, as though he were being appraised and judged. "Every line, every curve—it's as though you were crafted for this moment."

Aethes swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing crimson at the intimate praise. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from reacting further, his expression carefully neutral. He didn't trust himself to speak, knowing his voice would betray the storm of emotions swirling inside him. Instead, he focused on his breathing, drawing slow, measured breaths to keep his composure intact.

Caspian's hand moved then, his long, elegant fingers brushing lightly over the curve of Aethes's backside. The touch was gentle, exploratory, but it sent a shockwave of sensation rippling through Aethes's body. He tensed instinctively, his muscles tightening as he struggled to suppress a gasp.

"Relax," Caspian murmured, his voice soft but firm. "This tension doesn't suit you, Aethes." His hand moved with a deliberate slowness, kneading the flesh as though coaxing Aethes's body to respond. "There's no need to be afraid."

Easier said than done, Aethes thought bitterly, his fingers gripping the edge of the nearby table until his knuckles turned white. He bent forward slightly, his posture one of reluctant submission. Every instinct screamed at him to run, but his duty held him rooted in place. His long legs, smooth and pale, trembled faintly, betraying his inner turmoil even as he tried to remain still.

"Good," Caspian said approvingly, stepping closer so that Aethes could feel the heat radiating from his body. The prince's hands explored further, his touch firm yet unhurried. His fingers traced the curve of Aethes's hips, the dip of his lower back, before sliding down to cup and spread the taut, rounded flesh of his backside.

Aethes closed his eyes tightly, willing himself to stay composed. He can't know I'm afraid, he told himself. He can't see how much this terrifies me. But it was impossible to ignore the way his body betrayed him. He was trembling, his breaths shallow and uneven, his heart hammering so loudly he was certain Caspian could hear it.

"You're trembling," Caspian observed, his tone tinged with amusement. "There's no need for that, my prince. I told you—I'll take care of you."

Aethes let out a shaky exhale, clinging to those words as though they were a lifeline. He felt the press of Caspian's arousal then, hot and unyielding against him. His breath hitched at the sheer size of it, the intimidating length and girth a stark contrast to his own more modest proportions.

"Are you ready?" Caspian asked, his voice softening, a rare tenderness threading through the commanding tone that sent a jolt of surprise through Aethes. It was a simple question, but it felt loaded with expectation.

Aethes hesitated, his throat dry as he tried to form an answer. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to nod, though his movements were stiff and uncertain. "Yes," he whispered at last, his voice barely audible, trembling with both fear and determination. He prayed that Caspian wouldn't notice the waver in his tone, wouldn't see through the mask of courage he was so desperately trying to wear.

How does this even work? The thought flitted through his mind as his heart thudded heavily against his ribs. His gaze darted nervously over his shoulder to where Caspian stood, the man's presence radiating a calm confidence that only deepened Aethes's uncertainty. His cheeks burned as the reality of what was about to happen settled over him like a suffocating weight. The ass isn't made for this, is it? It's not… designed for this sort of thing. Gods, how is this supposed to even fit?

His mind raced with panicked thoughts as he fumbled with the ties of his robe, the fabric slipping through his trembling fingers before finally falling to the floor in a pool around his feet. The cool air kissed his exposed skin, sending a shiver racing down his spine. He crossed his arms over his chest instinctively, wishing he could cover more of himself, but Caspian's gaze was on him, intense and unyielding, leaving him feeling unbearably exposed.

This is happening. This is really happening. The realization struck him like a hammer blow, and his breath came in quick, shallow gasps. Every part of him screamed to stop, to run, to do anything but go through with this. But he stood frozen, rooted in place by the weight of duty and expectation. What if I can't do this? What if it's too much? The questions looped endlessly in his head, feeding his growing dread.

When Caspian began, the sensation was like nothing Aethes had ever imagined—and not in a good way. His breath hitched sharply, and his entire body tensed as the pressure built, overwhelming and invasive. The muscles in his lower half clenched instinctively, his mind flooding with alarm. Gods, it's too big! This isn't possible. There's no way this is going to work!

The stretch was unbearable, a sharp, unrelenting pain that made his eyes sting with unshed tears. He bit down hard on his lip to stifle a gasp, his fingers curling into fists as they pressed against the table for support. His body rebelled against the intrusion, every nerve screaming in protest.

"Relax," Caspian murmured from behind him, his hands steady on Aethes's trembling hips. The words were gentle, almost soothing, but they grated against Aethes's frayed nerves. "It'll feel better if you don't fight it."

Relax? Aethes's thoughts flared with irritation even through the haze of discomfort. How in the world am I supposed to relax right now? Does he not realize what he's doing to me? His teeth sank deeper into his lip as he struggled to comply, but his body remained taut, refusing to yield.

Caspian eased forward slowly, his movements careful, but the gradual pressure only prolonged the agony. The sharp pain eventually dulled slightly, morphing into an uncomfortable fullness that felt no less alien. It was still bad—so bad that Aethes wondered how anyone endured this willingly. The stretch burned, the sensation of being pried open leaving him feeling raw and vulnerable.

This is terrible, Aethes thought miserably, his breath coming in shaky gasps. How do people enjoy this? They must be lying. There's no way anyone actually likes this. His mind raced with frustration and disbelief, unable to reconcile the glowing stories he'd overheard with the miserable reality he was experiencing.

As Caspian's movements grew steadier, more deliberate, the discomfort only deepened. The fullness became overwhelming, the unrelenting sensation making Aethes feel like his body wasn't his own anymore. He whimpered softly, the sound escaping before he could stop it. His muscles were stretched to their limit, the ache radiating through his lower half as if to remind him just how out of place this all was.

"Breathe," Caspian said, his voice still calm, though it held a hint of impatience now. His hands remained firm on Aethes's hips, guiding him gently but unyieldingly.

Breathe? Aethes let out a shaky exhale, his thoughts spiraling into incoherent protests. I'm trying! It's not helping! How is this supposed to be normal? How does anyone live like this? He squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could block out the sensations entirely, but they refused to be ignored. The wetness, the pressure, the sheer impossibility of the situation—it all combined into an overwhelming storm of discomfort that left him feeling helpless.

Caspian's pace quickened slightly, each movement sending new jolts of sensation through Aethes's body. He gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles white as he tried to steady himself. The overwhelming fullness, the burning stretch—it was all too much. This is awful. I hate this. I hate this so much. Why couldn't he have picked someone else for this?

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, a mixture of frustration, pain, and helplessness bubbling to the surface. He wanted to scream, to tell Caspian to stop, but the words caught in his throat. I just have to endure this. For the kingdom. For duty. For—ugh, I don't even know anymore.

As the minutes dragged on, Aethes felt his resolve crumbling. The discomfort refused to abate, the sensation of being filled and stretched to his limits a constant reminder of how far outside his comfort zone he had been thrust. His body ached, his pride was in tatters, and his mind was a swirling mess of frustration and doubt.

This can't be normal, he thought bitterly, his shoulders slumping as another soft whimper escaped him. This can't be how it's supposed to be. But no matter how much he wished for it to end, he knew there was no turning back. All he could do was endure and hope it wouldn't always be this terrible.

Aethes felt a sharp jolt of surprise ripple through his body as Caspian finally reached his peak. A sudden, overwhelming warmth surged deep inside him, spreading a strange, sticky heat that was impossible to ignore. It was as if every inch of his insides had been coated, and the sensation made him squirm, the fullness still pressing against his aching walls. His muscles, already overstretched and protesting from the strain, clenched involuntarily around Caspian's size, adding to the discomfort.

His breath hitched, and an involuntary whimper escaped his lips, muffled as he buried his face in the crook of his arm. What in the gods' names is this? he thought, his mind spiraling into a storm of confusion and discomfort. It felt wet, unbearably sticky, and too warm, spreading through him like an invading force he had no way to stop. This is so gross. So, so gross. Why didn't anyone warn me about this part? All they said was duty this, kingdom that. No one mentioned feeling like a damn overstuffed pastry.

He shifted slightly in place, wincing as even the smallest movement seemed to amplify the sensation of being stretched to his limits. The pressure, the wetness—it was unbearable. He pressed his forehead harder into his arms, his cheeks burning with humiliation and frustration. How do people even enjoy this? Do they? Or is everyone just lying? Because this is not it. He wrinkled his nose at the thought, his mind veering into bratty protests. And for what? For the kingdom? Couldn't they invent a less humiliating way to make heirs?

Caspian, meanwhile, let out a deep, satisfied sigh that reverberated through the room. He rested his hands gently on Aethes's trembling hips, his touch firm yet oddly reassuring. Leaning closer, his smooth voice carried a warmth that made Aethes's insides churn. "You've done so well," Caspian murmured, his tone soft but tinged with pride.

Aethes bit his lip, fighting the urge to lash out with some snippy remark. His pride was already hanging by a thread, and the last thing he needed was to ruin what little composure he had left. Instead, he settled for an inward groan, his shoulders slumping further. Oh, sure. I did so well. Meanwhile, I feel like I've been hollowed out and filled like some cursed pie.

He adjusted himself again, hoping in vain to find some semblance of relief, but it only made matters worse. The wet stickiness began to seep down, clinging to his skin in a way that made him shudder. His body, still stretched painfully, seemed to protest every movement. Ugh, it's everywhere. How does anyone put up with this? It's warm and gross and—nope, not thinking about it anymore. Not going there.

Despite his efforts to block out the sensation, his inner thoughts were relentless, flipping between frustration and reluctant curiosity. Is this what being an adult is? Feeling like your lower half is broken while someone congratulates you? And I'm supposed to just smile and take it? Gods, if this is every day, I'll lose my mind.

Caspian chuckled softly, his fingers brushing a strand of damp hair from Aethes's flushed face. The touch was tender, almost affectionate, which only added to Aethes's irritation. "You truly are a wonder, my little consort," Caspian said, his words laced with both teasing and genuine admiration.

Aethes shot him a glare, his lips forming a pout that was more sulky than defiant. "Yeah, great," he muttered under his breath, the sarcasm barely contained. If by wonder you mean feeling like I've been turned inside out, then sure. Wonderful.

The ache in his lower body grew more pronounced as Caspian finally pulled out, the motion slow and deliberate. Aethes winced, his entire frame stiffening as the sensation left him feeling unbearably empty and sore. As if to make matters worse, the wetness began to trickle down his thighs, leaving a sticky trail that made him cringe. I don't even want to look. I probably look like some broken doll. And I can't even move properly without feeling like my body's betrayed me.

"Still pouting?" Caspian's voice, now laced with amusement, cut through his spiraling thoughts. The prince leaned down, his gaze locking with Aethes's as he smirked. "You'll get used to it," he teased, his tone both infuriatingly casual and maddeningly confident.

Aethes's cheeks burned brighter, and he buried his face deeper into his arms. Used to it? Used to what? Feeling like I'm about to fall apart every time you decide to... ugh! He let out a soft groan, his pride warring with his lingering discomfort. "I just hope the kingdom appreciates what I'm going through," he grumbled softly, more to himself than anyone else. Because if they don't, I swear I'm running away. Spoiled brat or not, I deserve a damn medal for this.

Caspian stroked Aethes's back gently, his voice soft yet brimming with satisfaction. "You've done well, Aethes," he murmured. "You'll make an excellent consort. I'm proud of you."

Aethes forced a weak smile, nodding slightly as he tried not to cringe at the words. "Thank you, Your Highness," he whispered, his voice meek and obedient, not daring to show even a hint of discontent. He kept his head lowered, avoiding the prince's piercing gaze.

But inside, his mind was a whirlwind of frustration and curses. Proud of me? Oh, screw you, Your High-and-Mighty-ness. Proud of what? Breaking me like a damn ragdoll? My ass is on fire, and you're acting like you just knighted me or something.

The sticky wetness between his thighs made him shiver uncomfortably, and he clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms to keep himself from snapping. Yeah, great. I'm sure the kingdom's proud too. "Look at Aethes! What a hero! He let the prince shove his giant—" Ugh! Stop thinking about it!

Caspian's hand moved to his hair, brushing it back gently. "You're exquisite," the prince said, his tone dripping with approval. "I knew you'd be perfect."

Perfect? Perfect for what? Being your personal stress toy? Gods above, I hate this. Aethes bit the inside of his cheek, forcing down the sharp retort bubbling at the back of his throat. Keep it together. Smile. Nod. Don't get yourself killed.

He shifted slightly, trying to ease the soreness without drawing attention to himself, but it was impossible to ignore the ache radiating from his lower body. My poor ass. It's ruined. Absolutely wrecked. I'll never sit properly again. Is this what my life is now? Just being stretched and sore every damn day?

Caspian leaned closer, his lips brushing against Aethes's ear. "You've made me very happy tonight," he whispered, his voice like honeyed silk.

Aethes swallowed hard, his stomach twisting. Oh, I'm so glad, Your Majesty. So thrilled that you're happy while I feel like a freaking pincushion. His inner voice dripped with sarcasm, but outwardly, he nodded obediently. "That's all I wish for, Your Highness," he said softly, each word tasting bitter on his tongue.

As Caspian pulled away, his expression full of smug satisfaction, Aethes dared a quick glance at him. Smug bastard. Of course, you're all relaxed and perfect while I'm sitting here leaking like a broken pipe.

He clenched his teeth, forcing down the rising tide of resentment. I can't even say anything. Nope. Can't complain. Gotta be the "good prince consort." Smile and wave, Aethes. Just smile and wave.

But even as he tried to focus on his duty, his thoughts spiraled. I swear, if this is what royal marriage is like, I'm filing a complaint with the gods. This is cruel and unusual punishment.

Aethes barely had time to wallow in his misery before Caspian's voice cut through his spiraling thoughts. "Before I leave," the prince said, his tone calm but laced with authority, "you'll clean me up."

Aethes's head shot up, his cheeks instantly flooding with color. "W-what?" he stammered, eyes wide. His voice cracked slightly, and he hated himself for how small and squeaky he sounded.

Caspian's gaze remained steady, a faint smirk curling his lips. He stepped closer, and Aethes's stomach churned as he got a full view of the monster in question. It hung heavy, still glistening with both their combined fluids, the sheer size of it making his insides clench with a phantom ache.

His entire body locked up in protest. No. No, absolutely not. This is a joke, right? You're joking, Caspian. You've got to be joking. But one glance at the prince's expectant face told him this was no joke.

Oh gods, why? Why me? Why this?

The memory of licking it earlier in the night flickered in his mind. Back then, it wasn't so bad—salty, sure, but tolerable. Manageable. But now? After where it had been? The thought alone made bile rise in his throat.

This isn't happening. This can't be happening. This thing was in my ass.

His gaze lingered on the swollen head, still glistening with slick remnants, and his stomach turned. He could already imagine the taste, and it was horrifying. The faint musk in the air made his nose wrinkle.

That's definitely not what I think it is. Nope. No way. It's just sweat. It's just… fluids. Normal, gross fluids. Not… that.

But the longer he stared, the stronger the doubt grew in his mind. What if it is what I think it is? What if I taste it and— Oh gods, no. No. Absolutely not. This cannot happen. Please, for the love of all the gods, new and old, let this not be what I think it is.*

Caspian's hand rested gently on his head, nudging him forward. "Don't keep me waiting, Aethes."

The prince's calm tone only made it worse. Aethes' knees wobbled as he shuffled forward. The ache in his lower body flared with every motion, a throbbing reminder of how utterly wrecked he was. His muscles protested, his ring still pulsing and sore from being stretched so thoroughly.

My poor ass. It'll never recover. Never. And now I have to—

He didn't even want to finish the thought. With trembling hands, he steadied himself and leaned forward. The first tentative lick sent a shiver of revulsion through his entire body.

Oh gods, it's worse. It's so much worse. It's salty, yes, but there's something else. Something sharp and bitter and—oh no, oh no, oh no—

His thoughts spiraled into panic. That's not what I think it is. That is not what I think it is. He gagged slightly, pulling back as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.

Caspian's hand tightened on his head, guiding him back. "All of it," the prince murmured, his voice rich with authority.

All of it?! I'm not a garbage disposal! I'm not— He cut the thought short, his tongue reluctantly dragging along the shaft again.

Every taste felt like a betrayal. The bitterness clung to his tongue, mingling with the musky saltiness in a way that made his stomach churn. His mind raced. Please, gods, let this not be… that. It's not, right? It's just my imagination. I'm overthinking it. That's not—

He gagged again, the acrid flavor making his whole body shudder. Okay, but what if it is? He squeezed his eyes shut, silently praying. Please, please, please don't let it be what I think it is. I'll be good. I'll be so good. I'll worship at every altar. Just don't let it be—

The bitterness intensified, and he nearly retched. Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods. It is. IT IS. He whimpered softly, his hands trembling as he braced himself.

His inner monologue spiraled into a chaotic mess of curses and prayers. Why do the gods hate me? Did I offend them in a past life? Is this my punishment? He shot a glance upward, glaring at Caspian. You smug bastard. I hope you choke on your own cock one day. Then you'll see how it feels.

The taste wouldn't leave his mouth. Every swipe of his tongue seemed to make it worse, the bitterness lingering no matter how much he tried to ignore it. This is it. This is how I die. Not in battle, not in glory, but on my knees, choking on a cock that smells like defeat.

Caspian let out a soft sigh of satisfaction, his hand stroking Aethes's hair. "Good," he murmured.

Aethes wanted to scream. Good?! Good?! There's nothing good about this, you sadistic monster! My dignity is in shambles, my tongue will never recover, and my soul is probably damned for eternity.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Caspian pulled back, leaving Aethes gasping for air. He collapsed onto the floor, his body trembling with exhaustion and humiliation. The vile taste lingered on his tongue, making him gag again.

I need a bath. And a priest. And maybe an exorcism.

Caspian's satisfied smile made Aethes's blood boil. The prince leaned down, brushing a thumb over Aethes's swollen lips. "You've done well, my dear."

Aethes glared up at him, his eyes blazing with fury. You're lucky I can't move right now. Otherwise, I'd find a way to make you choke on your own smugness.

Instead, he slumped back, defeated. The ache in his lower body throbbed in protest as he tried to shift into a more comfortable position. This is my life now. A ruined ass, a traumatized tongue, and an eternity of bitterness.