The Demon Prince

Part 2

I make my way to the kitchen and see Victor sitting on a stool talking to someone, Im assuming someone who works in the castle. You clean up nicely. Victor says smugly looking me up and down. I blush not liking the fact that this insanely hot man is checking me out.

Umm, uhh, thanks? I notice a stack of pancakes at the seat next to him, so I take a seat and start eating. The first bite is heaven, I havent had real food in God knows how long. I quickly finish the stack and look over to see Victor's jaw on the floor. I-uh, sorry. I quickly look at the floor. I just havent had pancakes in a really long time. I confess while blushing at the floor.

It was adorable. He chuckles while wiping a crumb from my cheek. I quickly jerk back not liking the touch. As soon as I do he looks hurt and mumbles, Sorry. He gets up and starts walking out of the kitchen.

Victor! Wait please! I have something to show you. I grab his hand and start dragging him to the room I stayed in last night. Im going to show you something but you have to promise not to freak out. He just nods his head. I roll up my sleeves showing years of scaring, You might have noticed these at some point, they are kind of hard to hide. I unbutton and take my shirt off showing Victor my arms and my back. More scars litter my back. I turn back to Victor who has a shocked look on his face, The next ones require me to take my pants off. He just nods his head, too shocked to say anything. I pull my pants down and show him the hundreds of scars showering my legs. Victor's eyes become more red and have a slight glow to them.

Who-who did this to you? I urge him to sit down, leading him to the bed. You dont have to tell me if its too much. I shake my head and brace myself.

After everything youve done for me I can at least give you an explanation about how I ended up in your beautiful castle. Victor nods his head in understanding. I put my clothes back on and sit down next to Victor. I am the youngest son from the Robinlier family. My three older brothers, Arthur, Augustus and Azrael are the sons of Abraham Robinlier. We all have different mothers but none of us know who they are. This in turn brought my fathers reputation down which meant all of us had to be perfect and marry above our status. Arthur and Augustus both had arranged marriages, luckily for Azrael he fell in love with one of the most noble families in the land. They were married within three months of meeting each other. I on the other hand am a failure in my fathers eyes. I look down, not wanting to meet Victor's eyes, knowing what I had to tell him next. Ive never told anyone before. I start fidgeting with my hands still not meeting Victor's eyes.

Since I was a young boy I knew I was different from my brothers. By the time I was ten I had figured out why I was different, I was attracted to boys and not girls. I obviously had to keep this a secret from my family. When I was 15 we hired a new stable boy, I was instantly attracted to him. We would meet up in the stable at night for months until one night my father found us. He immediately fired the poor stable boy and took me to the basement. I start crying, I promised myself I would never tell anybody or relive it ever again. But here I am telling my whole life story to a guy I met less than 24 hours ago. I cant believe Im doing this but I feel comfortable around Victor, like I know he wont judge me or hurt me in any way.

For a year and a half he beat me everyday. Nobody ever came to look for me, not my brothers or friends that I once had. The beatings started out as what he called easy. After about a year they started ramping up. That's when most of these scars appeared. A few days ago he beat me within an inch of my life. I couldnt take it anymore. I started planning my escape. Thats how I ended up here. With tears still streaming down my face I look up at Victor but still not making eye contact. He cups my face with his hands and wipes my tears away. I flinch but let him finish wiping them away. I lean my head into his hands. His hands are really soft and he smells amazing. Wait why am I thinking about that right now. I pull my head away and finally look him in the eyes. His normally hard gaze is now very soft.