1. The Prince Part 4


    Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: Fiction, Non-Erotic, Torture, Young, Author: Prince of Darkness, Rating: 78.6, Source: sexstories.com

    situation. -Cyril, help me! - screamed Bryce desperately. -Sorry brother, but I can’t. I made a deal with the king of Dawtone- said Cyril with a nasty smile. -A deal? – asked Bryce confused. -Yes, as long as I gave him someone of royal blood, they would bend their knee, and swear loyalty to Iredale. So please don’t be angry with me, I did this to ensure peace- answered Cyril coldly. -Peace my ass, you would never accept this kind of victory, so tell me what’s really behind this- screamed Bryce angrily. Cyril looked at him with cold, angered eyes. -So you want to know, huh. Fine, you thought you could steal my crown, and just get away with it- said Cyril angrily. -Your crown, what are you talking about? –asked Bryce confused. -Yes, you were going to be the heir to the throne, but now, since you’ve “died” because of an “unfortunate” ambush, I’ll be king- answered Cyril coldly. Bryce looked at his brother in shock as they began to drag him away. -What should we do with him? –shouted a tall, blonde haired enemy general as he walked past him. Bryce looked at the general closely. Aside from being tall, he seemed to be really well built, by the evident musculature that he had. His mere presence seemed imposing, but his large, green, soulless eyes made it completely clear. He was a war veteran, and not only that, but a monster when it came to combat, that Bryce new, because he remembered seeing him kill all the knights who formed the squad. -Do as you wish with him, as long as he ...
    doesn’t return to Iredale alive- said Cyril as turned around with his black steed. As Bryce was about to scream out to his brother. He noticed the general’s sword was just a couple millimeters away from his neck. -Have some dignity young prince, it’s of no use trying to fight off the inevitable- said the general in a surprisingly calming tone. Bryce calmed down as he thought over what the general had just said. -Tell me, are you going to be cooperative or not? –asked the general. -I will- answered Bryce resigned. -Let him go- ordered the general. Bryce looked up at the general confused as they let go of him. -You’ll be riding with me-said the general from atop his steed as he extended his hand out to him. Bryce took his hand firmly and pulled himself up. -You try and kind of funny business, and your dead- said the general in a serious tone. –By the way, my name is Azriel Henbolt- -I’m Bryce Ayton, and I’d very much thank you, if you called me by my first name instead of prince- said Bryce. -Why would you prefer that? –asked Azriel curiously. -Because for all I know, I’m either going to be dead man, or a slave to the crown. So there’s no longer any need to call me something I’m not- answered Bryce. Azriel smiled as he marched behind his squad. Bryce looked back in direction of Dawtone as a tear ran down his right eye, he knew he was no longer going to be able to see Fenton or any of his loved ones. Shattered Kingdom & Broken Prince Iona fell to her knees, crying desperately as ...
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