Crying in the Darkness

The prince sat in his favorite armchair by the fireplace. The warm glow of the fiery embers cast upon his dirty blonde hair. His eyes were clouded over, he wondered what must be happening to the poor slave boy who was brought in not long ago. He sank deeper into the chair, trying to ease his worries, but his eyes flickered to the door as his father entered. The satisfied smile that played on the Kings lips made the prince want to wretch.

“Hello father,” he greeted coolly, apparently surprising the older man.

“Hello son,” the Kings eyes flickered, “What are you doing in the library so late in the afternoon? Should not you be out hunting?” he asked, seemingly curious, but the prince knew better. He shook his head, dismissing the question.

“ I have a request Father.” He said matter of factly, rising out of his chair and turning to face his father, hands behind his back. The king’s eyes narrowed.

“Yes…?” he said slowly, “What is it?”

“I saw you receive a new slave today,” the prince stated, pacing around to the back of the chair.

“And…?” Daniel asked slowly.

“I would like him.” The prince said as if this were an everyday request. The kings face reddened

“What do you mean?” he demanded. The prince did not flinch at the spit spraying from his father’s mouth.

“Well, he is very beautiful…” the prince continued, “And I am sure he is *ahem* good. Is he not?” the king knew what his son was talking about, but there was no way he was giving his new toy up that easily.

“The slave was given to *Me* therefore I should keep him.”

“Yes, but I am your son, and by law am entitled to the castle’s servants and slaves. I have seen you get many new slaves before, all I ask is this one, Perhaps I see something in this one that you do, something I’ve never seen before, he could be *fun*. Do not deny me Father.” The prince had his father speechless there. After a moments hesitation the king spoke.

“Very well, you may have him.” Daniel gritted his teeth, “ Fallow me, I will take you to him.”

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Darren awoke abruptly as the door to the dark chambers, ‘oh no, God, please do not let him be back,’ Darren prayed silently, doing his best to sit up. He squinted at the people at the door, Oh no, there was more than one of them, what were they going to do to him? He backed as far away from the intruders as possible. Another man, who looked just like the old king, emerald eyes and dirty blonde hair, and the King himself.

“Get up Slave!” the old king snarled, apparently not happy about something. Darren obeyed, not wishing to have the man inflict more injury to his already battered body. He rose to his feet, still nude, and stared at the floor.

“ I am no longer your master, from now on you will obey my son, Prince Daniel the III, disobey him, and punishment will be swift and brutal. Understand?” Darren nodded, stealing a glance at his new master, who was looking away and blushing slightly. King Daniel grabbed Darrens silk robes and threw them at him. Darren barely had time to wrap them around his bruised body before he was shoved over to his new master.

“There, he’s yours, do as you please with him, now get out!” Prince Daniel smiled to himself as he looked over at the young man, who was twitching slightly, next to him. ‘You’ve made it this far,’ he thought to himself, ‘don’t destroy things now,’

“Come along Slave! Your mine now…” he said viciously, grabbing Darrens arm roughly and dragging him out of the room. Daniel mentally kicked himself for being so forceful, but at the moment he had no choice. He had done what he set out to do, now all he needed to do was make it back to his own chambers, then everything would be alright, or so he hoped.

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Sorry that was so short guys, more on the way I promise