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" Last of the Royal Lovers "Written By: trowas_lil_troublemaker Disclaimer: I don't own the characters they belong to their original copyrighters. The story and concept however are mine. Pairings: ?X3; RX3; 4+3;
3+1; 2+1; 5+13 " Last of the Royal Lovers" Chapter 1
Taken from his family at a young age, he bared no memory of life other than living in the palace. He was trained for the sole purpose of physically pleasing the royal family. When the king stresses from the day; the royal lover massaged. If the queen was deprived from her husband; he substituted. Any of the princess that felt unloved; he made love. His job was simple: do what the king, his wife, and/or daughters desire without complaint. . .and never so much as lay eyes on the youngest of the royal bloodline. For he was the only prince that must stay pure till the day he weds to produce heirs. This reason alone rendered the presence of the royal lover to non-exsistance for the prince. If the love slave was ever seen by the prince or come in contact in any way, he would be punished severely; perhaps even beheaded. So the servant was force to watch from a distance as the young prince grew strong, healthy, beautiful, and pure. Forbidden to touch, but desires to do so grew with each passing year. "My little prince, you must pay attention to your studies." The queen scolded. The prince slumped in his chair as he stared at the scrolls before him. He didn't mean for his mind to wonder from his teachings. "How can I pay attention when my studies bore me?" "Now, now. How can you become a good king if you do not practice patience and knowledge?" "I do not want to be king." "Hush now. Do not speak as such. You are destined to be king. It is your rightful heritage. . .as it will be your son's someday." "I burst with anticipation." "Now, now. Watch your tongue. A prince shall not speak as much." "My queen. . ." A guard appeared on the threshold of the room and two pair of eyes turned toward the invasion. "My lord, the king, wishes for your presence." The queen nodded and stood. "We will cease for now, but shall also resume after lunch." "Yes mother." The prince remained until he was alone. He then walked over to the window, and stared into the garden. Being spring, each fragrant petal was in full bloom, and stretched for miles. His sisters loved the garden and found much beauty in it. . .but he did not. He only saw the flowers as trapped plants that were forced to beauty for only a show. . .and when they served their purpose, they would be discarded. Suddenly, he noticed movement among the foliage. It was his sister, but she was moving in the flowers in a way he never seen her before. She appeared to be riding a horse, yet no such beast could be seen under her. He studied the scene with growing curiosity. He couldn't help but wonder if his sister had become possessed, or the magician's apprentice had erred again, when he heard laughter in the hall. He turned in time to witness the royal jester and storyteller walking side by side. "Jester, storyteller, I request your presence." The prince announced and the two servants entered. "How may we serve you lord Heero?" The blonde boy questioned and bowed before his prince. "Your wish is my command my lord." The braided jester stood straight after bowing. "And I do mean all your wishes." He added smiling and cupping the prince's chin in his hand. "Perhaps you would like for your hand to be removed for touching." The prince warned and the servant withdrew his hand, fearing of actually losing it. "Forgive me my prince." "Come and look through the window, and tell me what you see." Both boys did as the prince informed. "It is one of your beautiful sisters." Duo stated bluntly. "I know that fool. What is she doing?" Duo chewed his bottom lip as he and Quatre glanced at each other quickly. They understood the motions below, but knew they were forbidden to answer. "Well?" "I know not my lord." Duo blurted first and turned from the scene. "Jester, you do know the punishment for false statement. . .do you not?" "I do my lord." The punishment being the lost of one's tongue. "Then why do you do as such?" Duo swallowed hard as he searched for a reason worthy of losing his tongue. "My lord, Duo does not know of the princess' actions, for he knows not to ride a horse." Quatre answered quickly and the prince's cool colbat was turned to the blonde. With the attention fully on his friend, Duo looked back at the scene. The only thing he could see was the princess and flowers. . .nothing more. . .nothing less. "Explain." "You see. . .the princess is mentally training for her next horse riding lesson." "Mental training?" The royal boy was not convinced by the strange tale. "Yes. It is a. . .ancient method that the new teacher has brought to our land. You know how poorly the young princess rides." "I'll say." Duo muttered, more to himself than the prince as he gawked at the princess. His attention was returned to the prince when Quatre elbowed him in the ribs. "What method teaches ladies to not ride side saddle?" "It is an old African technique. It is much similar to ride that way and then switch to side saddle." The prince eyed the blonde closely, keeping in mind that such words from a storyteller could hold untrue. Quatre tried to hide his nervousness by telling himself that it would be okay. This was not the first time he managed to present a lie to the prince as fact. . .but it was the first time the prince appeared skeptical of his words. "Very well. . .you are both dismissed." The boys bowed and left the room quickly. Once out of earshot, Quatre leaned close to Duo. "I will inform the king. . .you relate to the princess. . .we will both search for the riding teacher." Duo nodded his understandment and the two parted. The metal clinging was too much to ignore. The royal lover stood and walked over to the window. As usual, at this time everyday, the prince was out in the courtyard enhancing his swordsman ship skills. Despite his better judgment, Trowa watched the young prince with a sensation of awe. Watching was the only true enjoyment he had in life. . .so he did as much as he could. The prince's technique was graceful and precise. Each attack was as swift and as powerful as the last. His speed was incredible and reflexes of a feline. The royal lover leaned on the sill and eyed the fight, willing the prince to win. In his young age, lord Heero held many victories. . .however, there was one swordsman he had yet to defeat. That man was his trainer. A tall blonde haired man that served as captain of the guards. His name was Milliardo, and as their current brawl was unfolding, he would remain undefeated. This held true as the sword was knocked from the prince's hand and planted in the trunk of a nearby tree. The captain did not ease the attack. He continued to charge the unarmed boy, sword drawn. The youth flipped backwards and landed on one knee. At that instant, the captain sliced at the prince, but a shield was placed between them. Pushing from the ground, lord Heero managed to knock back the captain. The slightly older man staggered a bit and the opponent used it to his advantage. He performed a roundhouse, tripping his teacher, and dashed to seize his sword. As his hand wrapped around the handle, the point of the captain's sword was placed at his throat. The royal lover could see the frustration in lord Heero's face at the defeat. He could feel the shame felt as the prince stood. The captain removed the sword from the tree and returned it to its owner. "Whenever a sword is knocked from your grasp, consider it lost." The captain stated in his calm voice. "Use whatever you can find to defend yourself, but never turn your back to you enemy." The pupil nodded at the advice. Suddenly, something caught his eye. He looked pass his teacher to notice someone in the servant's tower window. The thin face was unknown to him, and he wondered who it was. The royal lover quickly sat under the window, fearing that the prince had seen him. He thought for sure the prince was staring at him instead of the teacher. If the king ever found out. . .his thoughts were interrupted as he heard someone approaching. The door swung open and the storyteller appeared in the room. "Torturing yourself again Trowa?" Quatre asked softly as he closed the door. Trowa didn't respond as he stared at the floor. Quatre sighed and kneeled in front of the taller servant. "Trowa, you must stop doing this to yourself my friend. You are the royal lover and can never touch him. If the king finds out that you. . ." "I know. I try to stop myself, but I can not help it. I long for him. . . .I guess because I can not have him." Quatre stared at his friend, knowing that it was just as forbidden for servants to touch the tanned flesh. . .and still he wanted to comfort the broken heart. "Trowa, I pray that you take better care. The prince witness your actions this morning with the princess. He did not see you. . .for the flowers covered you well. He merely questioned the actions of his sister." "How was he answered?" "I spoke of an African method brought by the new teacher." "A wise and imaginable storyteller you are, and I thank you. . .your friendship is dear." Quatre smiled warmly, wanting nothing more than to kiss the thin frowning lips. "I wish that someday you would long for me the way you him." "It matters not who I long for. . .I am cursed to only royalty." Two guards appeared in the room. "The king demands your presence." The taller of the two spoke firmly over the renewed sound of clashing metal. Trowa stood, knowing that the king was calling for him. Had he wanted Quatre, he would have sent the royal summoner. . .not guards. The guards were to insure that the prince did not witness his existence. He walked between the two men in silence as they headed toward the library. The trio stopped just outside the door and allowed the royal lover to shed his tunic. He then entered the room nude, and kneeled before the king. The king waved his hand and the three guards that were in the room exited; closing the door behind them and standing watch just outside. "Come forth and kneel." Trowa did as told, knowing what the king desire. Not wasting time, he removed the royal jewels and took it fully. He nursed on the enlarged cock for a few minutes, bringing it to it's full hardness before straddling the ruler. He then commenced to ride the king as he had been ridden earlier in the day by the princess. The royal lover fought back the disgust filling him everytime that he was brutally entered. He remained silent as the king moaned in pleasure. It was forbidden for the royal lover to make any sort of sound in the king's presence unless permitted. He closed his eyes and pretended it was the prince inside him instead of the bulky king. It seemed like a lifetime before the king neared his climax. Without warning, one of the guards barged into the room. The king stopped at the intrusion, but the royal lover kept the tempo. He knew better than to stop, for he had been slapped too many times for ceasing at such a crucial point in his work. "Your reasoning should be worthy." The king warned. "Your majesty, your son, the prince approaches quickly to seek your audience." Nothing more needed to be said. One hard shove landed the royal lover to the ground. He didn't need to be told to disappear. Without instructions, he ducked behind a bookcase, just as prince Heero stepped into the room. "Father, I must speak with you." The prince's voice was stern and the tone caused the lover's heart to stop. "What troubles you my son?" "I fear that I have been lied to." "How so?" "This morning after mother left to meet with you, I beheld something amiss. Princess Serenity was in the garden, behaving in a strange manner. . .she was riding a horse that did not exist." "Princess Serenity was partaking in an exercise that Roul, the riding teacher, has taught her." "Then the storyteller's words hold true." He stated, sounding unconvinced even with his father's assurance. "Something more bothers you my boy?" "Moments ago, I was training in the courtyard when I saw a face I've never seen before." Trowa closed his eyes as he gripped the shelf tightly. Lord Heero had seen him. "What did this face look like?" The prince started to describe the royal lover perfectly. "It was a kind face. . .sorrowful. . .and not harsh to look at all." Lord Heero concluded. Well at least Trowa knew that the beautiful prince found him easy on the eyes before he was to die. "Perhaps it was the face of a peasant. I had many affairs this morning. Perchance one of them got lost within the walls of the palace." The royal lover could hear the anger in the king's voice as he spoke. "Perhaps." Trowa chanced peeking around the corner as the prince left. Though his words were convincing, his features were still confused. "LOVER!!!!" The king bellowed a moment after the door to the library was closed. Inhaling deeply, the servant appeared from behind the book case. "What have I told you about tainting my son with your whore filled eyes?" Trowa remained silent as he kneeled before the king, but a sharp back hand destroyed that silence. "Answer!" "I must not look at the prince my lord." He stated sternly, while keeping his eyes to the floor. "Guards!" Within seconds, the three men appeared in the room. "Make sure the young prince does not see, and take this filth to the dungeon. I will be there shortly to serve my punishment." * * * * * * * * Duo caught the balls he was juggling and stared into the prince's face. There was a distant look in the colbat eyes as they seemed to be fixed on the floor rather than the performance. Tossing the balls aimlessly behind him, the jester kneeled in front of the prince. "Such a beautiful face bares much sorrow." Duo spoke softly, bringing the soon-to-be-ruler back to the palace. "If it lightens your spirit. . .I can listen." He seemed hesitant, as if unsure that he wanted to confide in a servant. "Lord Heero, you may tell me what heavies your heart. I swear it will stay within these four walls." As he spoke, he placed his hand over the royal flesh. Lord Heero looked down at the touch, a little amazed that the foolish boy would still dare to touch him after that morning's warning. "Jester, you are very social among the other servants, are you not?" "I am my lord." "If I were to describe someone to you, would you be able to tell me if this person lives within the palace walls?" Duo remained calm as he thought abut that morning. Had the prince seen more than either he or Quatre? "I will try my lord." The prince described Trowa to a 't'. It was just as Duo feared. . .lord Heero had seen Trowa after all. . .but he was almost certain that the flowers covered the royal lover fully. Perhaps the prince had witnessed him before he laid in the flowers. When the prince finished, he waited patiently for an answer. Duo stared into the hopeful eyes. Part of him wanted to tell. . .but doing so was signing Trowa's execution. "Have you spoken with the king of this person?" "What does that have to do with my question fool?" Damnit! Damnit! Damnit! Why did I have to open my big mouth? I can not lie to the prince, but opposing the king will be nothing short of death. . .and I was just getting use to being close to the prince. "My lord. . .there's. . ." "Take your hands off of the prince!" Duo quickly pulled from the touch and backed up. "Guards!" Princess Serenity called and a man appeared at her side. "Seize the fool for manhandling the prince." Fear gripped Duo as the guard approached, and he wondered if he would lose his left hand first, or the right. "Stop. Do not touch him." Lord Heero snapped and stood between the man and Duo. Duo looked up at the prince's back in surprise for the mercy. "But brother, this common servant was touching you. Father would not approve." "I have given him permission to do as much." "Perhaps we should take this before father." "Then let us do so." "Seize him." The princess called and pointed at Duo. "Leave him." There was a tone of finality that the princess dared not challenge. The four of them walked toward the throne room where the king could be found everyday at this time. Duo kept his eyes low as he stayed behind the prince. This wasn't unusual. Many times have come to pass when the king would have to rule between his son and youngest daughter. "Mother has told you countless times that you are to not get involved with servants." "As she had told you." "Pardon?" "I am not blind to your fancy toward Milliardo." "There is a difference between the captain of the guards which protect us and a fool that is worthy of only being a mockery." "That is mere say. Neither are of royal blood, so both are servants to father." As the prince spoke, he refused eye contact to his sister. When they reached the throne room, all were shocked to find it empty. * * * * * * Trowa grit his teeth and grunted in pain as it started to dull. Just as it became bearable, the whip bit into his flesh. It ripped his skin, leaving a small stream of blood to flow down his bare back. The pain caused his body to lurch as contact was reestablished. The king raised his hand and Milliardo ceased the torment. He wrapped the whip as the king cupped the victim's chin in his hand. He forced the royal lover to look him in the eyes. "Consider yourself fortunate, for I am being generous today. Until the arrival of the King of Sanc, you are to remain in the highest tower, unless called for. . .you may thank me for my kindness." "Thank you my lord." The royal lover managed between his raspy breath. "Had you not please me as well as you have for the pass ten years, I would not have been so kind. . .Milliardo, show him to his new quarters." The king turned and headed for the stairs that would lead back to the palace. One quick swipe relieved Trowa from the ropes that restrained him during his punishment. The servant fell to the ground, weak from pain. Milliardo looked toward the stairs, before kneeling next to the battered boy. "Can you stand?" There was no response. The captain picked up the small body and carried him to the instructed room. Milliardo easily laid Trowa on the bed, turned and left. He laid still on the bed; his back was covered with blood and the source of a pain he hadn't felt in quite some time. What cut him deeper than any of the wounds just received, was the fact that he would not be able to steal glimpse of lord Heero's face. . .or watch him sword fight. The thought was so unbearable that he shun the king's kindness of letting him live. The tower room bared no windows. . .and was close to being a cell in the dungeon. Two guards were positioned outside the door to prevent anyone from leaving or entering. "Trowa. . .can you hear me?" He blocked out the familiar voice and prayed for death. The small dragon that was speaking with him crawled down the wall and to his cheek where it rested. "I know you hear me." She called into his ear. "Go away." He muttered painfully. The dragon
looked at the blood covered back. It climbed onto his shoulder and
began licking the wounds. Trowa cringed everytime the smooth tongue
met his flesh. to be continued Chapter
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