Wings Of Fate

Princely Expectations

Riven was annoyed and flapping his wings lazily as he led Eugene through the winding halls of the colony. The cave-like structure was dimly lit by glowing mushrooms and flickering fireflies, with jagged rock walls covered in vines and moss.

"This better not be some ugly dungeon," Eugene grumbled from behind. "Where's my room? It should be clean and up to my royal standards. You don't want to face the crown prince's wrath, right?"

Riven glanced over his shoulder with a smirk. "Oh no, how terrifying," he said sarcastically. "The wrath of a spoiled little prince."

"If you please me, I might bless you thugs with some of my fine fairy dust," Eugene added smugly, fluttering his wings dramatically.

"Lucky us," Riven muttered, flying faster to stop himself from laughing. "Come on, prince. Try to keep up."

They arrived at a small but cozy cavern with a bed made of woven leaves, soft moss, and colorful wildflowers. The room was neat but simple-nothing like the lavish chambers Eugene was used to. Riven gestured at it.

"There you go, Your Highness. Your royal suite," he said with a mocking grin.

Eugene floated inside, arms crossed, surveying the room critically. "This is... so boring," he huffed. "Where's the silk? The gold accents? A proper vanity? I expected more effort."

Riven leaned against the doorframe, biting back a grin. This kid was unreal. "Sorry, we're fresh out of gold-plated furniture."

Eugene threw himself dramatically onto the bed, wings fluttering as he sprawled out. "How do you expect me to survive like this? A crown prince deserves at least some luxury."

Riven couldn't resist anymore. He pushed off the doorframe and sauntered over to Eugene with a sly grin. "You know, Your Highness, you could use a little... humbling."

Before Eugene could respond, Riven gave him a playful shove, pinning him gently to the bed. His wings flicked, casting shadows on the walls. "What's wrong, prince?" he asked with a teasing smirk. "Not used to sharing a bed with us big, ugly fairies?"

Eugene blinked up at him, utterly unfazed. "Are you going to kiss me?" he asked, his voice soft but daring.

Riven's brow arched in surprise.

Eugene gave him a small, amused smile. "Well, I don't mind, but you need to be gentle. I'm just 19, you know." He leaned in slightly, as if inviting the kiss. "I realize it's not exactly proper for a crown prince to kiss a lowly fairy who smells like wood, but I'm quite gracious to those who assist me."

Riven stared at him, completely caught off guard. This spoiled brat was unbelievable. He decided that Eugene needed to be taught a lesson. His grin turned wicked.

"All right, prince," Riven murmured, "let's see how much you can handle."

Without waiting for permission, Riven leaned down and captured Eugene's lips in a kiss. It was rough, with just enough pressure to remind Eugene who was in control. But despite the dominance, the kiss was soft in its own way, lingering longer than either of them expected.

Eugene gasped quietly, eyes widening. His hands twitched at his sides, and then, he tried to push Riven away-

When Riven finally pulled back, he expected anger or fear. Instead, Eugene's bright eyes shimmered with tears.

Riven frowned, guilt flickering in his chest. "See? This is what happens when you act oversmart. I knew you'd be scared and crying."

Eugene wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, sniffling softly. "I'm not crying because I'm scared, you idiot."