The Crowning

Honey And Blood | 3

O N Y X

I cannot deal with this 'situation' right now. The King wanted to see me about the upcoming championship, that is happening in a months time.

But first a much needed shower, the sweat accumulated on my skin after this shit of a day. The palace staff showed me to my room, where they want me be staying from now on.

Ha! That's funny, as if I would stay in this place. Where they treat human beings as their slaves to do everything for them. Even wipe their shit stains for their bosses.

I sighed and went inside the lavish room, it was more then a room. It was like a bachelor's pad. A kitchen in the corner with a small living room in the middle and a few steps of stairs leading to a King sized bed. With curtains hanging from the top.

A room solely designed for sex and pleasure, I can guarantee that would never happen. I rubbed my neck as I sat down on the plush sofa, my weight making it dip.

I slowly unbuttoned my button-down and relax back into the black couch. My mind is on that poor woman and her daughter.

Aribella, she...passed away a few minutes ago. From complications.

Regret, I didn't feel it even for a second. And Kaine, such a pain in my ass. Ever since then, when we actually could tolerate each other for a few hours.

The sun was setting through the big floor to sealing window, from were I sat, I could see the whole kingdom from here. I chuckled at the ridiculous statement Kaine made.

Me, a concubine. He couldn't touch me with a five-foot pole, even if he tried. But, I knew he did it out of spite.

Isle, the wench was furious that her announcement was ruined. Looks like I'm becoming an uncle. At twenty-four. I'm happy for my sister, all she's ever wanted is to live comfortably in  a palace surrounded by staff and her royal family. I don't see the appeal, but that's me.

I watched as the sun set in the distance, when it disappeared it was my cue to go bathe. And go to sleep.

Tomorrow, I needed to see the King. He was not happy about the particular development of me becoming a concubine to the Crown Prince.

My mother, of course was ecstatic. When I called her she squealed like a pig to the slaughter about the news.

Going on about how she thought the day would never come for me to find a partner. I never gave marriage or relationships a second thought in life.

My sole focus was on becoming a great leader to my army, and defending myself and my people.

God, I sound like a royal. Maybe being a royal whore was in my cards after all. Snickering at the thought I went inside the oddly clinical bathroom.

All white with a modern touch, a shower to fit two or more.

Typical.

Starting the shower, turning the knob to the hot water. I undressed fully and went inside. The hot water relaxed my shoulders and body in an instant. The shower was stocked with all sorts of hair treatments and body wash. The glass fogged up with steam, I used my hand and wiped the condensation away.

I randomly took a bottle and continued my bathing ritual. I've heard the term before, asexual. Someone with no desire for sex or sexual acts.

That is partially true, but not quite. I never understood the acts of a booty call or a one-night stand. My hand did that job for me. It has never failed me before, so that's what I stick by.

When I was younger I would prefer watching my teammates shower and feel the blood rush to my cock. Hardening it in an instant. Making my face heat up and rush to a shower stall to relieve myself. Ive tried to sleep with woman before, but halfway through the act I got bored and fundamentally soft.

Which offended her and earned me a slap to the face.

I've came to terms that I was gay, a long time ago. No one actually knows and I would never tell anyone. Even if I ended up alone, forever.

Stepping out I dried off and went back inside my room. I groaned and threw the wet towel into a hamper at the door. Not bothering to put on a shirt, I walked around the wall and saw Isle.

"Why are you in my room, Isle. You're not welcome here." I stated and went to my kitchen.

Red backsplash with beige cabinets and counters. A state of the art fridge, microwave and stove. All special grade steel.

I opened the fridge and took a bottle of water. She followed me and stood at the counter. She looked different in normal clothes. Better in my humble opinion.

"Why do you hate me, Onyx. I've never done anything to you." she said not giving me space to pass.

I folded my muscled arms over my chest and stared at her. She did the same, waiting for an answer. Making the tattoos on my arms strain, I've always liked tattoos and most of them had no meaning. My reputation was already bad, might as well add to the image.

"I don't know what you're talking about, you're the one who abandoned us. Remember?" I said in a sneer.

Her hand raised and slapped me across the face. A scowl on her similar features to my own. She had our fathers hair and fair skin.

I was the opposite.

"You know what, I think I know why. Onyx." She said in a patronizing tone.

Tapping her pale cheek. Obviously done with this agonizing conversation.

I chuckled and turned towards her, sitting down at the couch again. Putting my left leg on my right thigh. My chest hair was still a bit wet, but I welcomed it since it was really hot.

She remained standing. I didn't really care what she does, just as long as she leaves.

"I know you're gay, Onyx. It's time you came to terms with it, and stopped hating me for accidentally walking in on you kissing Kaine!" she practically yelled and stormed out.

Closing the door with a bang behind her.

I rubbed my tired face as I continued to stare at the brown door. Leaning back against the black couch again. This day can't get any worse can it?

What have I done?

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