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In the Golden Chamber stood a short man, dressed in shining armor draped with an olive-green cloak, a skin as pale as his hair was dark. When the doors opened, the new King Ezekiel of House Fritz entered, clad in his royal attire; he stopped before the man and declared, “My newly appointed Knight, Ser Levi.”
The Knight knelt and replied, “My King.”
A faint smile appeared on the Monarch’s face, hidden behind the short golden beard that gave him an aura of wisdom much like that of his illustrious ancestor, King Fritz.
“Please, Levi,” he said, “call me Zeke. We know each other well already.”
“As you wish, King Zeke,” replied the Knight, eyes fixed on the floor.
The King bit his lip and remained silent for a moment. Then, he got closer to his Knight, towering over him to his full height, and asked, “Tell me again, Levi, do you swear to be loyal and faithful to me?”
“Yes, King Zeke, my liege lord.”
“Do you swear to uphold my honor and rights?”
“On my faith, I swear it,” answered the vassal, still avoiding his Monarch’s gaze.
But the King could bear no more: he placed his hand on the Knight’s chin to lift it, so he could see those pristine gray eyes he craved. The Knight obeyed quietly, meeting King Ezekiel’s gaze which he had tried to escape for so long.
“I need you, Levi. To serve me with your life.” His thumb brushed the Knight’s lips, a delicate touch forbidden by the laws of Ymir they had both once sworn to defend. “Will you do this for me?”
Ser Levi plunged into fear—yet his face remained like stone. The finger gliding across his face felt erotic yet dangerous: could anyone offer him such a lascivious touch out of tenderness, be it the new King of Eldia himself, the man he despised with all his heart?
Was his oath the reason he wanted to kiss and lick this finger?
Depraved pictures of unholy intimacies started filling his mind like pus seeping into an infected wound.
He had always been a weapon for the royal family, a right hand and a faithful soldier through and through. But the Monarch was leading him down a dangerous path—one he wasn’t sure he would survive.
“Yes, Zeke,” he finally replied.
The King smirked, satisfied.
Concupiscence be his ruin! He wanted to own the man kneeling before him, to exploit his devoted mind and taste his fair skin in primitive ways. He wanted the hate to turn into love. He wanted to fuck the Knight until the moon gave way to the sun.
He gently slipped his finger into Ser Levi’s mouth, as he would with his own member. The Knight complied and sucked the thumb obediently.
“Good,” he muttered with satisfaction, his face beaming with brazen lust.