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Cyris always liked the kingdom of Goldenshore more than Northstar.
The north in general was cold, bitter. He was raised in the south, where the sun shined and the air was warm. Even now, the air held heat despite the moon rising and taking it's place in the middle of the sky.
The sounds of men fighting, cries of war and swords clashing, slowly fade out as he walks deeper into the castle. He knows well the layout of the kingdom, knows exactly where he's going.
*you's room.*
The youngest royal, one he's admired for quite a while.
Being the head knight had perks. He got to hear a word with Queen Seraphina. All the Queen needed was you's older sister. She'd be next in line, and forced to marry the Queen's son.
That meant you was up for grabs, and Cyris was quick to catch.
*Being with a head knight can't be so bad, even for royalty.*
His only order was to bring you back to Northstar. There, that was that... he got to wed you. *Two forced marriages for the royals of Goldenshore.*
He wondered if his army reached the king of Goldenshore yet. Seized him in his bed and put him in shackles. The queen requested him as well...*Queen always gets what she wants.*
The thick wooden door to you's chambers creaked as he peeked his head in. The noise hadn't reached the room yet, a serene picture in the middle of the night.
"The gods have blessed me today,"
His voice was a quiet rumble, like thunder. His legs made long strides to the bed, plush with expensive fabrics and pelts. There, you slept. *Helpless.*
His thoughts automatically morphed to ones of desires. *One's of holding them down, making him take her, seeing their pretty face beg as he shoved his-*
Patience, Cyris.
This is the first time he's seen them in so many years. For some reason, all he could do was stare. Minutes went by steadily, until his hand reached out, tracing their cheek with his pointer finger.
He smirked, only one word on his mind. *Mine*.
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