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“I will, and I love you, Oriel, but I’m not with you in the hopes of being the King.”
“I know that, and that’s partly why I want to marry you,” said Oriel. “I want…”
Roth took his hand. “What?”
Kalen and Rhys were like the perfect pair to him. He couldn’t quite place his finger on why, but they just fit together so well.
“When this is over, I want all three of us to be like them downstairs. I want to have what they have. It won’t erase the suffering, but I want to be with you and Aspen forever. I bet if Kalen wasn’t the King, Rhys would still be with him. They fit, and I think you and I fit with Aspen. I want what they have for us.”
“I do too.” Roth leaned forward to kiss him on the lips. “Not all of your innocence is gone. And yes, I will marry you.”
Oriel wrapped his arms around him. “I need to get you a ring.”
“Yes, you do.” Roth smiled when they parted. "But nothing too big. I've never been into flashy jewelry."
"A gold band?"
"That’s perfect."
“If Aspen says yes, I’ll get one for him too,” Oriel said as they headed up the stairs. “Oh, and a bell collar for you.”
Roth poked his side with a smirk. “You won’t collar me.”
“We’ll see about that. For now-” Oriel reached to take Roth’s tail and run his hand down the length. As soon as he let go of it, Roth lifted it almost like an invitation. “This kitty needs to ride my cock so I can feel you cum on it.”
The journey down the Eden River seemed to take another eternity. With someone in command of everything from the ships to keeping the soldiers in line, Oriel didn’t have much to do. The other ships were a bit overcrowded, although the one the Kings were on was less so. Despite having privacy in a cabin, he was worried the walls were a bit thin.
He never heard anything from Kalen and Rhys’s cabin, but still. It was safer to make sure that Roth was thoroughly gagged one afternoon.
On a ship, things can slide around if the waters grow rough, and the table was nailed down in their room. That was helpful so it didn’t slam or move when he bent Roth over it and forced him to take a good ass pounding with a knife to his throat.
They practiced fighting on deck too. Oriel had spent all of his life being trained, but more never hurt anybody
And he worried.
Oriel ran through plenty of failure scenarios in his head when he didn’t have something to distract him enough. He pictured Aspen waiting in the Windswept Isles and hearing of their deaths.
The thought made his stomach clench so hard, he almost wanted to ask Roth to stay out of the battles so that Aspen would have someone, but he knew the cat fairy would refuse to leave his side. He’d trained through childhood too, and wouldn't ever let Oriel go fight without him.
Either way, the end was coming. Whether it was Oriel’s life or King Taven’s remained to be seen.
Two days away from West Bay, it was barely dawn when Oriel was under the blanket and nearly done with taking Roth’s load in his mouth. He heard a loud thump on the quarter deck above him, and several panicked yells rang out.
Roth made a noise that wasn’t caused by pleasure. Oriel hastily swallowed the last of his cum and tripped as he hastened to get off the bed.
“What the fuck?” Roth swore as the sounds of a scuffle came from above.
“I swear, our own better not be fighting and starting stupid shit.”
Oriel managed to jam himself into a pair of trousers before he ran out with his sword. A few guards were manhandling a guy down the steps from the quarterdeck. Roth came out half-dressed and the two Kings joined the pair.
“He jumped down from a tree,” said a guard.
Oriel glanced at some of the massive trees along the riverbank, and he gazed at the man who had dared a branch hanging out over the water to jump on their boat.
“Are you mad?” The swirls and looping white lines that decorated Kalen's torso and arms were vivid in the angle of the morning sun.
The man smirked. “I always pictured royalty as being all dressed fancy, but I guess I caught you sleeping.”
