That night, King Torin summoned Aiden.
Moments later, the heavy doors of the royal chamber creaked open. Two guards dragged Aiden inside, his wrists shackled, his knees buckling as they shoved him to the floor before the king. The flickering torchlight cast harsh shadows across the stone walls, illuminating the fury simmering in Torin's eyes.
"Leave us," Torin commanded, his voice like thunder restrained.
The guards bowed. "Yes, Your Majesty." With synchronized precision, they exited, shutting the doors behind them. Silence fell.
Aiden raised his head. Fury blazed behind his eyes—ice and fire coiled in his stare as he met the king's gaze.
"Traitor," Torin growled, the word dragging itself from his throat like a blade through grit.
"Arise."
Aiden stood. The chains at his wrists clinked softly. Every muscle in his body tensed like a drawn bow.
"You came into my kingdom under false pretenses," Torin continued, stepping closer, menace in his every breath. "But I know who you are."
Aiden's lips curled into a sneer—and then he spat. The glob struck the king's cheek.
Torin's hand moved faster than thought. A resounding crack echoed as he backhanded Aiden across the face. The blow sent him crashing to the floor.
Struggling upright, blood at his lip, Aiden coughed a bitter laugh.
"She'll take you down, Torin," he rasped. "Queen Lyra will see you fall."
Torin's eyes narrowed. "Then you want me? Have me."
Aiden's gaze flicked to the manacles at his wrists. "Oh, chained. How noble."
Torin tossed a key at him. Aiden caught it without breaking eye contact and undid the shackles with practiced ease.
"Impressive," the king muttered. "Aiden."
Aiden's breath hitched. His real name.
"How do you know—?"
But Torin only laughed—a dry, mirthless sound that echoed through the chamber.
In a sudden blur of motion, Aiden rolled forward, twin blades unsheathed from his hair. He struck with the precision of a dancer trained in death.
Torin dodged the first blow, his foot lashing out to disarm Aiden's left hand. Steel clattered to the floor.
Still, Aiden pressed forward, their blades clashing in a deadly ballet. But the king was too skilled—his defense unshakable, his counterattacks ruthless. In a final twist, Torin seized Aiden's wrist, twisted hard, and turned him, pressing a blade to his throat.
"You're a fool," Torin whispered. "You think Torin dies by your pretty knife?"
"Maybe not," Aiden said, a grin breaking through the blood. "But I can bleed you."
He lunged again, blade flashing. Torin spun away and struck low. Aiden gasped as the king's dagger kissed his chest, just deep enough to draw blood.
Crimson seeped into Aiden's tunic. He staggered.
"Twice," he murmured, "you've spared me."
Torin turned away, heading toward his private chamber.
"The way you looked at me in court…" Aiden began.
"Doesn't change the fact that you came for my family," Torin cut in.
"But how did you know who I was?"
Torin stopped. "Lyra was my wife. Before she married the King of Eldrado, she knew a different man."
"And what part of you did she leave behind?" Aiden asked, voice low.
"The part you saw in my eyes at my throne hall."
Torin looked him over. "This isn't you fighting at your best. So tell me—why did you hold back?"
"I—" Aiden started.
"Lyra's best assassin," Torin interrupted. "But not her most loyal."
Aiden exhaled sharply. "I'll leave. You'll never see me again."
But Torin's voice followed him like a tether. "You fought with your least. Why?"
Aiden turned back. "When I saw you, seated on that throne…" He hesitated.
They moved toward each other, slowly. The tension rippled like a storm waiting to break.
"You spared me," Aiden said. "Even now."
"I am Torin. Second to none."
Inches apart, something unspoken passed between them.
Torin reached out, brushing the blood from Aiden's chest with uncharacteristic gentleness.
"I admire your heart," he said. "Your fire. So I'll ask just once—show me your loyalty."
Aiden froze. "What do you mean?"
Torin's voice dropped to a whisper. "Show me."
A charged silence fell between them.
Aiden hesitated, torn between defiance and desire. Then, slowly, he loosened his robe. It slid from his shoulders and pooled at his feet. He stood, bare, exposed, unflinching.
Torin's gaze devoured him—not with lust alone, but with hunger. Reverence.
A slight turn revealed his rounded, firm b*tt.
His tousled locks framed a face that radiated mischief and allure, a spark in his eyes that dared anyone to look away.
The flatness of his belly showcased strength, while his tapered waist drew attention to his well-defined physique.
He stepped forward, tracing the line of Aiden's jaw before pressing his mouth to his.
Torin's hands found their way to Aiden's waist, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. The kiss was fire and frost, need and command. Torin cradled Aiden in his arms, their bodies fitting together perfectly as they reveled in the warmth of their closeness.
They collapsed onto the soft sheets, laughter mingling with soft sighs as they settled into each other's embrace.
Torin gently caressed his body, soothing his worries away. He kissed him inputting his finger in Aiden's as***le.
Aiden flinched, moaning softly.
Torin gasped,his eyes locking onto his. He spread Aiden legs thrusting into his as***le.
Aiden moaned softly, looking at Torin's big fat d**k thrusting in an out of him while he stroke his own d**k.
Ten minutes later Torin began to thrust swiftly pulling out immediately before he cummed, grunted in pleasure. Pouring all his juice on Aiden, His face lit up with satisfaction.
"You leave before sunrise." Torin said softly.
Aiden raised a brow. "You think I'd need your help to escape?"
Torin smirked. "You have your secrets. I have mine."
Aiden's voice softened. "How?"
"The tapestry," he answered. "The one with the hunter and stag. Behind it lies a door. Touch the carved moon, then the deer's eye. The lock will release."
Aiden nodded. "It leads to the stables."
"I know," Torin replied. "I want you to find your way back. Someday."
"You're not afraid I'll use it against you?"
Torin paused, then smiled. "I spared your life. You'll spare my secrets."
As he rose and disappeared into the adjoining room, the light of dawn began to bloom across the sky.
Aiden dressed in silence, strapping his blades to his back.
At the chamber door, he paused.
But fate had other plans.
"You?!"
Malen stood at the threshold, his face twisted in disbelief.
Aiden moved without thought. One blade flew, slicing through the air before embedding itself in Malen's throat.
Malen gasped, one hand clutching futilely at the gaping wound in his neck as crimson spread like wildfire across his collar. His eyes widened in shock, then glazed over as his body collapsed to the cold marble floor with a final, rattling breath.
Aiden didn't hesitate.
He turned and ran, heart pounding, every sense alert. The king's chamber blurred behind him as he darted toward the hidden passage like a shadow, swift and s
ilent.
Shouts erupted—sharp, panicked commands echoing through the corridor as guards stumbled upon Malen, choking on his own blood, sprawled across the floor.