Riches. Slaves. Servants. Women. Everything a prince could ever want, he had. From birth to the present days, Prince Rhysand had been given everything he requested. He was spoiled. Rotten. And that's what fueled Alek's profuse daydreams. The ones about seeing how long it took before he broke Rhysand. Before he made the snarky, overly-confident prince weep in his lap as he was taken mercilessly. Before he made the future king beg for his cock each time they made eye contact around the castle. He wanted to see what the brunette loved, what made him scream the loudest, and what made him cum the hardest. He wanted to feel every inch of the boy until they both passed out from the sheer shock and exhilaration.
If Alek was anything more than a knight, he might have been able to do it sooner. But the beautiful prince he longed after was never alone with him, an ex-stable boy. Promoted only due to a shortage of men in the king's army. He did his job well. Defending the castle walls from mercenaries and commoners attempting to break-in. And he did it well enough to capture the King's attention.
"Alek."
Alek's commander's voice snapped him out of focus, his book long forgotten as he stood to salute the high-ranked man.
"Commander," he greeted, fingers positioned straight across his eyebrows as a sign of respect.
"Your presence is requested by the king himself, Alek. Bring nothing but your backbone," the older man said to the knight.
A ping of dread pooled at the pit of Alek's stomach, but he followed his commander into the corridor with no hesitation. Their footsteps rang throughout the empty halls, leather boots on velvet carpet filling the silence nicely. Alek knew the castle halls well, as he had plenty of time to explore them when he wasn't training with the troops or guarding the castle motes. He was able to identify soon that they were headed towards the throne room. He concluded that he was right when the commander cracked open an old wooden door to reveal the royal family in their thrones, and the royal council around them. The raven-haired knight followed behind his superior as he was led before the king.
"Your majesty, I present to you Sir Alek of the Amren Isles," the commander said, presenting Alek to the king, who sat, amused, in his golden-lined chair.
Alek stepped in front and bowed graciously, one arm bent across his chest whilst the other stay firm behind his back.
"Your majesty requested my presence?" Alek asked, waiting for the approval to stand up straight before he did so.
"Sir Alek," the king began. "Rise, boy, and I will state my requests."
Alek stood up straight and held his chin high, his arms not flinching from their places. He glanced around at the sight before him, noting that the queen and the prince were also present. He let his gaze linger on the prince for half a second longer before he snapped his attention back to the king.
"You have been a loyal knight to me for many months now," the king stood up and made his way down to the base of the steps, where he stood in front of Alek. "You have proved your loyalty to me and my family many times, as well as your bravery. Your actions against the vicious assassins and countless thieves are very notable to me, Sir Alek."
The knight beamed with pride as the king praised him, and he let a kind smile fall upon his own lips. "Thank you, your majesty. You have no idea how much these words swell my heart," he paused to bow slightly. "It is my mission to protect the royal family and the kingdom as a whole."
The king chuckled deeply, a toothy smile on his face. "You have done your job remarkably well, good fellow, and that is why I request your permission to promote you as my son, the prince's, head knight. His protector, if you will!"
