Blood Ties

Prologue

Here we go! Fingers crossed everyone~

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The crown prince snuck away into the night without a single complication. 

Other than... 

"where are you going your majesty?" said a seductive but sweet voice. It was a voice that was too sugar coated to be genuine. 

Penelope... 

"I don't believe that's any of your concern, my lady"

She pouted playfully before walking away. Her hips swung in a flirty manner as she turned the corner and left him in peace. 

He rolled his eyes at the obvious slut she was before calling a carriage. He could teleport if he wanted to but he didn't want to use magic on such a degrading task as visiting Caroline. 

He didn't hate her but to say he liked her would be a lie. 

He rode to a brothel just above of what you would poverty. He looked in disgust at the building's overgrowth and grimaced at the state of the building itself. 

It looked like no one has been there for years. It's walls stained with heaven knows what, the wood was rotting and smelled of moldy dew.

He took a shaky step forward before furrowing his eyebrows in distaste. He has only been here for five minutes and he already hates it. 

He walked to the door and knocked quickly. He didn't want to touch the mold covered door again. 

But fortunately for him one knock was all he needed, the door swung open to reveal a busty black haired beauty staring at him with a look of indifference. She stepped aside to let him in before closing it and returning to the man she was 'catering' to. 

He stepped inside and his nose was immediately assaulted with the smell of cheap perfume, booze, and sex. He frowned at the uncleanliness of the building and went up the stairs. 

When he reached the top of the stairs he saw multiple couples making out, touching each other, and doing 'it'. The woman were brazen and the men were drunk. He walked down the hallway side glancing at the couples before arriving at a red door that seemed to be hanging off its hinges in a way that clearly said how poor they were. 

He pushed the precarious door open and immediately saw a red haired woman with revealing clothing and amethyst eyes. 

"what do I owe this awful surprise your majesty? " the woman was not afraid of the consequences of her words for she already knew the price she had to pay. 

He smirked at her boldness. He sat himself down in a velvet chair and glanced around the room: it held cuffs, toys, whips, leather, and a peculiar machine that held multiple knives. He looked at her and his smirk grew wider at her glazed expression. 

"I'd like that vile of pendroneum, Caroline" he wasn't in the mood for games at the moment and didn't want to waste his sanity on this dump a moment longer.

"ah, so that's what you came for~" 

"what else would I come for~ hmm?~"

"well~" she leaned over the table to tilt his chin up "me for instance~"

His germaphobe said no in fear of getting some disease. 

But... 

Her body said yes~

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Remember, always use protection 😂