One-Shots and Holiday Specials

The Lone King (Part One)

(Callian's POV) Part One

WARNING: Male on male sexual content present. Read at your own judgement. 

Being king had seemed like such a great thing when I knocked the insane king who had ruled before me to the deepest pits of Hell. I thought I'd be loved, worshipped, and that I would be able to make the world better and safer for those that had been treated as I once had; like I was less than the dirt that they walked on.

But that hadn't happened.

I'd been spat at and sworn at for killing the old king. He may have been crazy, but his alliances and laws had kept everyone safe from being attacked by the Coldland people. They were a race of savage people, born with the power to change their appearance and to wipe memories, and they were deadly if they attacked. They were born naturally deformed. I'd seen ones with missing body parts, unusually colored skin or eyes, and even one with the head of an animal. The people of the Silver Desert to the east were still allied with us, though, and they had been asked to protect our minds from the tricks of the Coldland people. They allowed us to see the creatures for what they were.

The people of the Frozen Sea hadn't contacted me about our alliances, even after three years of my being king. They hadn't traded with any of the other lands since then, but nor had they attacked.

Any other alliances the insane king had once held had been broken and we were always one the verge of war with the rest of the lands. It was a weight on my shoulders that I almost couldn't bear. Some days, the responsibility was too much and I had no one to help me. All of the staff had quit under the insane king's rule and none had returned, all too afraid that I would end up like he had. Driven mad by the responsibilities of running a kingdom.

I was currently sitting in the throne room on the throne, a simple thing made of white wood laced with red, like blood. My black hair was long, brushing my shoulders and an unruly wild mess of curls. My eyes were bloodshot and had bags under them, and my whole body in general sagged as if my bones were bending. I lifted my head as I heard the doors open, feeling a spark of curiosity. This would be the first time in nearly a year that I had had contact with any living creature aside from my Direwolf, Cayne. Said wolf snarled loudly in warning, lifting himself to his feet beside my throne. His fur was a glossy white and his green eyes snapped with exhausted hunger. He'd been unable to hunt for the past few days, the people of the capital I lived in driving him back into the palace whenever he tried to leave. He was hungry.

I slowly moved and dropped a hand in his fur, soothing him with a soft, "Cayne." He slunk back to his place beside the throne and I finally looked up to see who had dared enter the palace. My breathing caught in my throat at the gorgeous man standing before me.

The first thing I noticed was his deep blue eyes. They had me entranced for a moment before I forced my eyes away. His blonde hair was cropped close, but not short enough that the natural curls didn't make an appearance. It looked silky and soft and my fingers itched to run through it. His attractive face led down to a pair of broad shoulder, arms that bulged and rolled with muscles that looked like they could snap a neck with a twitch attached. Those shoulders led down to a torso encased in a simple black top that emphasized his pecs and abs that made my mouth water. My eyes trailed down over an ass that begged to be bitten, then down his legs clad in black pants that led to a pair of simple black boots.

After finishing my inspection, I lifted my eyes back to his face. He was watching me, silently waiting with a slight glint of amusement in his blue eyes. But that was the only emotion he showed, the rest of his face entirely blank.

"My king," he said and bowed. His voice was deep, smooth baritone that made me shiver.

What the hell is someone actually doing here? And calling me their king? He must be mentally challenged.