The Marriage Game

God of Devils

Shiloh

The man on the stage had striking features, and his voice seemed bottomless, like a well. He spoke of living in a land that was far away, and maybe something about being a prince! Which seemed somewhat unlikely, but on the whole, believable. I was nervous, to be honest, I was always nervous. But I was more nervous than I had ever, even more so than when I came out to my family. His speech went on for quite some time, and when it was my turn, I would probably ruin everything, and be the first bachelor to die. I was hiding my sexuality, since being in this game wasn't a request, and I had no choice in my participation. And if my secret was revealed, I would be on the chopping block, quite literally. I was hoping there would be someone here that I could confide in, and right now, that seemed near impossible. I wasn't some sex crazed lunatic, but even I could tell the the man speaking, whose name I now realized was Ravi, was hot, like really hot, he had one of the best chances of winning this game, and I... didn't.

He finally finished his speech, and when the spectators clapped politely, he actually bowed, he really was giving me the impression he was a lavish, posh, goody-to-shoes. He walked back to his seat, and I glanced at the King, judging his reaction, in a game like this, his opinion mattered almost as much as the princess's, and by the look on his face, he really didn't like him at all, which seemed strange, since Ravi appeared to be one of the most likable bachelors so far, he was certainly better than Josh, who the King adored. So even though the King's opinion mattered, it didn't always make sense.

The King announced the next person who'd present themselves, one of the triplets, he rushed up the stage, and almost tripped in his eagerness. Like everyone else in the room, I zoned out, as soon as the first word was out of his mouth, I got up, and headed to the buffet table, in search of something remotely edible. Which would never happen. When the princess, Isla had brought in the deep dish with her friend, who probably was employed somewhere around the castle, I was so hungry, I considered devouring my own fingers. When I reached the table, another one of the suitors was there as well, presumably searching in vain for something to shove into his maw. He was serious eye candy, he was tall, lean, had ashy blond hair, and good bone structure, he had warm brown eyes. That looked like they knew something you didn't.

He made a fleeting look my way, and continued to pick through the assorted tripe, which made me shudder to even think about. Then he glanced at me again, and I was starting to feel self conscious, I told myself that I had no reason to be, but it didn't help. Now instead of just looking at me, his eyes seemed to ravish me. I could feel his seeking gaze demanding me to meet his eyes, but when I glanced up through my thick, dark hair, he was staring off into the room, paying me no mind at all. Well of course he wasn't looking at me, what was I thinking!? That I'd be able to find someone here who felt the way I did? Meet the man of my dreams, and be able to fulfill my wildest fantasies? What a joke. After awhile, he stopped picking through the buffet options, and went back to his assigned seat, his hips swaying slightly as he did so. My eyes naturally drifted to his bottom, and he did have a wonderful one. Some people liked eyes, or nice hair, and even though those things were good as well, I was a major ass guy.
The third triplet finished his speech, and even though it seemed unfathomable, his was even longer than the first two triplet's. All I had gathered was that his name was Peter, which he mentioned excessively. He walked down the stairs, and it looked like he almost tripped again.
"Thank you Pete" said the King, I couldn't tell if he had used the nickname deliberately, or had not remember his real name. "Next up is Shiloh" my mind went blank. How had it been my turn so soon. I slowly got up from my seat, and fumble for my glass of water, taking a big gulp. The water eased my nerves slightly, and I was able to make it to the stage without incident. I concentrated on breathing slowly for a few seconds, before letting out a final exhale, and beginning.
"I'm Shiloh..." Wow good one. I forced myself to continue "I grew up in the city, and when I turned ten, I moved to the country, now I live in the city again, I graduated from college a few years back, and now I'm employed as an editor for a newspaper."
My real passion was writing stories. But the only option that I had been able to secure in the writing field was as an editor. Most people thought of editors for newspapers like the bosses of the joint. And they usually were, But I was a lowly editor, who did a lot of the dirty work, so the higher ups didn't have too.
It wasn't so bad, other that the fact that the pay sucked more than I did. Not like that was saying anything. Since my sexual experiences were next to non-existent.
All of these thoughts flitted through my head at an astonishing rate. And then I shakily continued my speech, jabbering on about nonsense. I wrapped up my speech with stammering and sweating, hoping against hope that no one noticed. I quickly walked off the stage, my ears ringing, and panicked tears threatening to spill out of my eyes, and down my face. I rushed to the buffet table of nightmares to calm down. It worked, and I gradually slowed my breathing. All of my careful progress was lost when the blond god of gods sauntered over.
"Great speech." He said, his voice was low rough and sexy, and I almost had an orgasm listening to him speak. I looked at him, trying to gauge how serious he was. Wondering if he actually thought that, or was just attempting to play nice.
"T-t-thanks." I barely stopped my hand from violently slapping me across the face for sounding like such an idiot. He just smirked. It was a smile that could have ended me right there. I had just decided then and there that he wasn't the god of gods, but instead the god of devils, and good hair.
He just kept smirking at me, seeming to find my discomfort enjoyable. But I didn't exist to amuse him, so I let out a small huff, that he probably found quite humorous. I ignored him, a feat of superhuman strength that I may never be able to replicate. I couldn't resist sparing him one last glance. He meet my gaze, his eyes dancing with amusement and his cupid's bow lips curving in a suggestive half smile. I gulped, and rushed back to my seat, choking on my horror at how much his smile affected me.
The king coughed loudly, sounding for all the world like he was going to hack up a lung, before announcing the next suitor in his game-show voice. "Next up" he said "Syrus." I flashed a few curious glances around the room, looking for the next victim. The sound of feet thumping against the hardwood of the stairs alerted me that they were on the stage. I turned around. And there in all his glory, was the god of devils, Syrus.