The Prince and His Slave (boyxboy)

Chapter Twenty-Two

Camille

I was a slave.

And now I was married to a king.

People were celebrating around me in the dining hall at Thane's castle. Celebrating my wedding.

People were laughing, drinking, and listening to the music that was being played.

Dorian had a cup of wine in front of him. Everyone around us was drinking ale, but he swore that he was not drinking ale ever again. I told him it was okay if he did, but he insisted.

I was still in shock from the whole thing—I was now married to Dorian and I wasn't sure if I would ever be used to it.

It was still so new, but would there ever be a time when it was just completely normal to be married to a king?

I looked over at Dorian—my husband—and he glanced at me. He smiled and kissed my cheek before turning back to talk to a man beside him.

He had his arm around my back, rubbing his hand up and down it slowly.

I was relaxed with him next to me.

He had allowed Kit to leave my side and he and Klaus were off talking a ways away.

I wondered how Kit felt about this. He didn't seem upset, but he rarely did. I believed he was able to hide his true emotions very well.

Just as I was thinking of Kit, I felt my tunic get tugged on and I looked down at the small boy standing beside my spot on the bench.

He smiled and climbed up on the bench, sitting close to me. I couldn't help but smile back.

The boy—Enzo—asked, "Do you think you'll have a boy or a girl?"

I wasn't sure how I felt about giving away our future child to this boy before they were even born. What if it was a boy and didn't like other boys? Or what if it was a girl that only liked girls?

Did Dorian not see the problem with this? I understood why he did it, but I wished he had given it more of a thought before agreeing to Thane so easily.

"I'm not sure," I told Enzo, speaking softly.

"Do you have the baby in your tummy now?" He asked innocently, looking at me with wide grey eyes.

I smiled, amused. I shook my head. "No. I can't have babies. I'm a boy."

"You don't really look like a boy," he said, cocking his head slightly.

"I know," I told him, a gentle smile still on my face. "I've heard that before."

Enzo seemed like a sweet boy. I didn't know how much he would change over the years, but I supposed he wasn't the worst boy Dorian could have married off our future offspring to.

I just hoped it would all work out in the end. I needed to believe that or else I would make myself miserable. And there wasn't a point in doing that when I truly had no idea what the outcome would be.

Maybe our future son or daughter would fall in love with Enzo and everything would be perfect.

That's what I tried to believe for now.

Enzo saw some other children running around and went to go play with them.

Then it was just Dorian and me again...well, and at least a hundred other people.

I was content to sit and watch the festivities, but then Dorian turned to me.

He had a smile on his face and my own face lit up.