DARK ONE SHOTS | 18+ - Chapter 4: Chapter 4

Antoninus led a traitorous life. Though a prince of Alcazar he left his kingdom for decades to count. His twenties were spent in the valley of Devontae, the place as magnificent as heaven. He became their citizen, making acquaintances to as far as the ministers. Prosperity and opulence were just few traits of Devontae, it was the true definition of a kingdom worth existing.
Antoninus' father had declared his son dead. "The prince that absconds a crumbling kingdom for a luxurious life in Devontae is no better than dead" he had bellowed across Alcazar.
What truly remained unknown was his intentions beneath the cloak of innocence. Devontae was not Antoninus' home, but an aspiration. When he returned to Alcazar following his father's death, he acquired Alcazar after killing his brothers by blood, claiming the throne as his.
An year hadn't passed before Antoninus with his army of hundred thousand stood at the doors of Devontae, with a strike well planned, the king himself informed of every corner of the valley, having learnt it over years of inhabitance.
Antoninus utilised his knowledge of Devontae acquired over a decade to undertake the most strongest empire in less than a week. Even after centuries of his death, he stands as an epitome of deceive and-
Francesca looked up from the massive book in her lap, finding Edrick holding the lamp far away from the palace, on the boundary of dense forest. A soft smile brought a dimple on her snow white skin, taking a moment longer to look at him from the distance. She realized this might be the last time that he would ever wait for her in the forest, holding a lantern to catch her attention. She wiped her eyes when a tear had already drenched her cheek. She dabbed it with a cotton towel, afraid that he would notice her red eyes, the obvious glimpse of sadness.
Like a ritual, she descended a rope made of her clothes down the window, slowly climbing down the palace. After a mile of furtive climbing and jumping and running when she finally landed in his arms, everything felt serene, calm.
"My princess" he whispered in her hair, smelling the sandalwood, hugging her a little more tightly, now that they were parting.
"When would you return?" she asked once they settled beside the lone lake. It was recognised for the ghosts of Qurado, the prosperous kingdom Francesca was a celebrated princess of. The ghosts certainly made a reason for no one to take a stroll across it in midnight, making it a perfect meeting place for two lovers in distress.
"When your father would put your hand in mine" his hand moved up and down her shoulder as her head rested on his chest.
"You do realise that's never happening right?" she exasperated, the lantern besides them lightening her skin golden.
"It will. I will travel to another country, hone my skills, become a ministe-"
"You can't Edrick, you have no inheritance"
"Only because Qurado values inheritance so much does not mean other countrie-"
"Okay" she sat straight, denying to lay idly in his arms.
"I understand your distress Francesca but I can't stay in a country that devalues my worth, and you know it"
"And what about me?" he noticed tears in her eyes, "What would I do without you? Do you know my father is already introducing me as debutante. How long should I keep denying the obvious?"
"Not long", his hand held her chin softly between his fingers, turning her eyes towards him, "I'll behead any prince who even looks at my princess wrong"
He had served in Qurado's army for past six months, being the most fierce swordsman of them all. Therefore when he promise bloodshed, he meant it.
He wiped her tears with his thumbs, landing a kiss on her forehead.
"I have a gift for you" he said after moments of silence.
Her brows furrowed. She knew regardless of how accomplished he was in swordcraft, Qurado's army was paid poor.
"Walk with me"
He took her deeper in the forest, holding her hand in his. She walked as his tall built figure guided her soft legs on the uneven field. Even for a fleeting moment, she was not afraid of the wilderness that lurked in this density. She was with a man who could battle an entire kingdom for her, who loved her for her, not her worth, her rank, or her royalty.
There were stairs built of bamboo that carried them to the tree house on an unimaginable height. It was dark until he introduced the lantern, bringing her inside a small home in a middle of nowhere. She looked awestruck by the amount of effort, looking around the small room as if she had never been gifted a luxury of this kind.
A pile of bedsheets were cozily laid in the corner. A glance towards him and she knew where to be.
He followed her small figure closely, savouring the scent of sandalwood lingering in the small room.
They didn't share words. She sat on the sheet and he sat behind her, pulling her back to his chest, pushing her red locks to side before dipping his head in the crook of her neck. A soft moan hung in the thick air before he turned her head to his, looking deeply in her eyes before hungrily latching on her lips. The slick movements of their lips pulsated across the room. His hands moved to her waist, travelling up to cup her covered breasts.
In the moment of heat when he started to untie the knots of her dress, she pulled back, unlocking their lips.
The heavy haze of lust momentarily vanished when he looked at her face to understand the cause of her hesitance. But when her gaze reluctantly pointed to the lantern, a smirk formed on his lips. He wasted no second before putting the light off, mixing their existence in the reign of already present darkness.
She would never allow him to touch her without putting the light off. And as much as he had hated doing it every time, he would comply to her demand.
His large hands grouped her bare breasts once they were out of the constraints, squeezing them together, playing with her nipples.
"I only listen to you because you're my princess Francesca" his lips nibbled the soft flesh of her neck, "But the day you become my queen, I will ravish you with my rules"
She gasped when his hand roughly pulled her legs apart, pushing his hand inside fabric, crossing all barriers before rubbing her soft, wet flesh.
"You touch me too much" she complained when his hands fondled her pussy, flicking the little nub vigorously, his other hand engulfing her breast entirely, almost bruising it with his rough hold.
"It is only to ready you for the time I finally have you princess"
Her legs shook when his words blended with his actions dangerously, an incomprehensible sensation crawling up her body like bold of thunder.
When she finally came down from her high, he still fondled her intimates, knowing that this was probably the last time he would ever touch her this way.
"I have a gift for you too Edrick"
Her words almost caught her off guard.
She removed a pendant from her neck, adoring the yellow stone that her father had gifted her.
"Francesca" he hesitated when she opened his fist, putting it on his palm, " I cannot take this, your father gave that to yo-"
"Now its yours" It was dark, but he saw. She smiled.