Nielle sat beside the bed disgruntled, watching Elyan at work. The doctor looked as usual, calm, as if he wasn't saving the life of someone on whom other lives depended. Brelle was standing right next to him, bringing Elyan the herbs and aids he kept asking for, while Nielle was remarkably silent.

He watched the blood dripping from Shane's

hand into the prepared bowl, watched Elyan inject something into his other hand and force open Lacrisan's eyes, assessing his pupils. Then he told Brelle what to bring next. Nielle wanted to ask how he was doing and if Elyan knew what the poison was, but it was clear to him that he would only get in the way...and that was clearly not what he planned.

Practically as soon as he brought Shane, Elyan started healing his Lacrisan. He didn't ask how he got out of the dungeons, he didn't ask who hurt Shane...he wasn't even surprised by the fact that he came with him hours after being shot with an arrow.

Nielle liked their castle doctor precisely because of his professionalism. However, he knew that when they were done, Brelle would start his angry speech.

He didn't know how long Elyan's practice had taken, but when he was done,Nielle was slowly falling asleep. The six-hour journey on horseback without a single break had exhausted him considerably.

"Prince Nielle," Elyan's voice startled him a bit and made him look up, "I did what I could, he seems to be out of danger, but only time will tell if I'm right...he'll be sleeping for a while, it will be good if you find a quiet place for him, where there won't be twenty people." he clarified, making it clear to Nielle that Shane shouldn't be thrown into the room with his remaining Lacrisans.

Nielle knew, "Do you know what poison this is?" he asked.

"Nothing special... it's used by bandits, the nobility, the church, common criminals, you. If you didn't stop the spread, within a few hours he woul be..." Elyan sighed, "but he was more or less lucky."

Nielle laughed softly, "Lucky," he stood up and looked at Shan, "That's why I'm screwed, you jerk." dissatisfied, he pinched his hand, which was dripping with blood a moment ago.

"Nielle!" Brelle finished washing his hands and got to scolding his brother.

"Yes, yes," Nielle didn't feel like listening to.

"How did it happen to him? What did you do to him? Why don't you ever learn? How many Lacrisans will you destroy before you realize that they are also only fragile humans?" he folded his hands on his chest in displeasure and glared at Nielle who, as always, didn't deal with him.

"Believe it or not, this time it wasn't my fault that he got hurt," he clarified.

"If you had been in the dungeon as the king ordered, nothing would have happened to him," Brelle disagreed, "why did you escaped? When father finds out, he will be angry." he clarified.

"Angry...what a nice word you used," Nielle laughed.

"Nielle," Brelle frowned.

"Anyway, not a word to the king about this...when he finds out he's injured," Nielle nodded to Shane, "I'll have to kill our father in self-defense, and you don't want that."

Brelle knew that he didn't mean the words seriously, but he said anyway, "Nielle, don't say such things...Louis will be angry, you know how he can be when it comes to the king and the laws," he clarified.

"Just kidding," Nielle added and headed for the door, "thanks for the help, I'll ask someone to take him away later," he looked at Shane, "if you don't want to end up in the dungeon, just stay quiet, I'll take him soon," he threatened, though he was clearly aware that he wouldn't harm them.

Nielle made his way to the palace, as it was clear to him that it wasn't over for him. He really wanted to kill the king rather than be punished like he knew would happen. Sometimes Nielle thought about taking his men, and going to live somewhere the hell out of this weird family, where he wouldn't have to follow the petty rules every day. But he couldn't.

In king's paranoia, he would come to the conclusion that somewhere behind his back he was making plans to take over the throne so he wouldn't leave him alone.

His father was one big mixture of uncertainty and complexes, stemming from the days when he wasn't sure of his position on the throne. As the eldest, he had many conflicts with his younger siblings in the past, so Nielle wasn't surprised by his suspicions. But that didn't change the fact that he was exaggerating.

When the king was still a prince, it was his youngest brother who almost robbed him of the position of crown prince through intrigues. However, his father completely made up for it by having him killed. He let his second brother live only because he couldn't have children and therefore didn't represent a threat as a candidate for king. Anyway, his father experienced his own and passed it all on to his children.

Louis was his only favorite, he left Brelle alone as he wasn't an obstacle for Louis and Nielle was his only source of insecurity. Nielle knew he could say as many times as he wants that he didn't want to be king. His father will never believe him.

Nielle was aware that he wasn't safe anywhere...which was also the main reason why he built such a network of people and contacts around him, with which he was able to protect himself in time. But the key was that the king couldn't find out...because he wouldn't explain to the king that he didn't collect them to take Louis's place, but to defend himself from his moronic actions.

That's why Nielle sometimes thought about having the king assassinated...but he couldn't. Because Louis, no matter how normally harmless he was, still had power as crown prince in the country, which he didn't want to oppose. Not that he was afraid of losing, but since his goal was a peaceful life, without fights and stressful situations, eternal strife with Louis over the parricide was really not something he wanted.

Nielle wanted to wait for Louis to become king naturally and then go away somewhere far...which he would do right now if he could.

He wanted to lead a quiet life somewhere where no one from the royal family would find him...and he intended to achieve it, he just had to spend some time in this disgusting environment.

At the moment, however, he had other concerns. He walked and wondered who shot his Lacrisan. He was quite curious if Lacrisan was really the target or if someone wanted to harm him by forcing him to return to the palace. The second possibility made him think, who knew he was away from the city and had a reason to follow him.

As his list began to form, he heard his name and the footsteps of the guards. He sighed deeply and turned to them.

"Prince Nielle!" several men ran to him, "Where were you? We've been looking for you for an hour."

Nielle looked at them: "Where would I be?" I'm taking a walk." he wasn't surprised how quickly the words about his passage through the palace reached the king.

"The King wants to see you in the dungeons," one added, "if you will be so kind." he nodded forward, signaling for Nielle to go first.

Nielle blinked gently, "Dungeons?" but didn't object and went with them.

He knew that the longer he delayed, the more dissatisfied the king would become. However, since Nielle didn't want to accept even a gentle punishment and struggled not to let the king be locked up in his dungeons instead of him, he wouldn't like to have to endure a harsher punishment than what the king had planned.

Nielle was usually able to survive his orders unscathed as he commanded the group that carried out the punishment...but today he knew that wouldn't be the case.

When they arrived at the dungeons, Nielle walked through the familiar corridors to the part where he had waited for Shane another day. When he saw the king sitting in his chair, the deep anger filled him.

"If I sat on your throne, what would you do? So why aren't you afraid to sit in mine, you piece of shit..." he growled in his mind, but didn't say anything out loud. Nielle walked up to the king, bowed slightly.

"Is something wrong, father?" he asked, as if he didn't know why he wanted to see him.

The king glared at him in anger and said, "Is something wrong?! You're asking me?!" he snapped, "Where were you supposed to be? Where were you supposed to be, Nielle?!" he shouted.

Nielle looked thoughtful before conjuring a look of remembrance, "Oh, you're angry because I got out of the dungeon? My apology, there was a report that there was a problem with today's execution...no one knew what to do with it and they asked me to come. Since you didn't specify which two days I should be in the dungeons, I made it clear to the guards that due to not clarifying the details, it will be fine if we move today to tomorrow... I was sitting here the whole time yesterday." he lied.

The king was silent before he spoke in disbelief, "I didn't explain...which two days," he laughed, "I didn't explain the details...do you think I'm a fool, you ungrateful brat?!" he stood up abruptly and walked over to Nielle, who was looking at him as if he was innocent.

"And did you explaim them?" he asked.

The king gave a loud growl and braced himself to slap Nielle but stopped, took a deep breath and pulled his hand away.

"It's nothing," he declared, "some brat isn't going to piss me off."

"I'm very glad that your self-control is improving, father...if you allow, I'll just finish my punishment right away." he wanted to take the chance and get locked up rather than accept anything else the king would come up with.

"Stop!" the king shouted, "Where do you think you're going, disobeying the king's order and thinking I'll leave it at that? I spoiled you too much when you were little." he growled.

Nielle laughed with amusement, "Spoiled? Me?" he didn't remember if the king had ever said a nice word to him.

"Ill-mannered, impudent...you deserve more than being locked up in the dungeons," he declared and sat down in Nielle's chair again. He nodded to the guards, who he probably managed to inform about what he had prepared for Nielle.

Nielle glanced over at them, and when he saw the long bench for lying down during whipped, a wave of anger passed through him.

"Ten lashes should teach you how to behave appropriately," the king looked satisfied.

"Father...with all due respect...no king in any country whips his sons," he reminded.

"I don't care what other countries are doing... the kings in them probably have well-behaved sons," he growled.

Nielle knew that he would only be wasting time unnecessarily if he tried to talk logically with the king.

In the situation, nothing at all played in his favor, that's why he didn't object anymore, "If you think so, father." He knew he don't have a choice, so he just sighed deeply and waited.

The king had several executioners summoned to carry out his orders to punish the prince. Nielle knew each of them as they worked for him, he knew that they were first class at their jobs and no criminal would escape their hands as a whole. He was proud of his men...mainly because of the obedience they all had towards him.

"Father, I don't need four people to hold me, bind me or similar nonsense," he declared and sat down on the bench, "I'll lie down myself, send the others back and leave one here." he said.

The king didn't like Nielle's behavior, "It's not up to you how many I want here! Although the dungeons are under your authority, everything is under my authority and while I am here, you have no word." he stated.

Nielle smiled slightly at how stupid the king was, "Of course," he nodded rather mockingly, but the king didn't get the hidden meaning.

Nielle knew that if he had just ordered the executioners to kick the king out of his chair, every single one of them would have done so without hesitation. And even the king's guards wouldn't be able to do anything. However, Nielle didn't plan to do that, as it would start the very fight he didn't want... so he just looked at his executioners next to him.

"Which one will it be?" he raised his eyebrows and gave them a soft smile.

The king examined the executioners and nodded to the first of them, "You, bring the whip."

The man didn't look at the king, he just knelt down without saying a word and slowly bowed to the ground, "I apologize, Your Majesty, yesterday I injured my shoulders during the interrogation, I was just about to ask for a day off."

Nielle chuckled softly.

"Injured?" the king obviously didn't understand that it was an excuse, "All right, I understand," he waved his hand and turned to the other, "you... bring the whip."

However, the executioner joined the first,"Your majesty, it was actually me who accidentally injured him during the interrogation...I was punished yesterday for injuring a colleague, I feel weak...I don't know if I can carry out the orders properly."

Nielle sighed deeply and stood up, "What is it supposed to be?! I'm not at here for a day and nothing works?! How could two trained executioners get injured during an interrogation… were they interrogating you?!" he raised his voice, although he was actually having a lot of fun.

"Nielle!" the king shouted, as he didn't like that Nielle had taken the initiative when he wasn't in command and was in front of him.

"Father...their incompetence knows no bounds," he declared.

The king frowned slightly, "Servants's mistakes are master's mistakes...you better educate them, but now it's more important who will carry out your punishment...hope you don't want to tell me that the third one got hurt too," he glanced at another one.

"No, Your Majesty...however, I'm not used to whipping...I only arrived recently and I'm not trained," he said.

The king laughed in disbelief, "Do you think I'm a fool? Every one of you?" he yelled.

Nielle looked at his executioners and sighed deeply as he understood why no one wanted to carry out the punishment. However, although normally he would have been pleased with their behavior, today, when the king was truly furious and wasn't going to let him go just because there was no one to punish him, he intervened.

Walking over to a nearby cabinet, he pulled out one of the whips and slung it in his palm. He came up to a man who said he didn't know how to whip and lashed out violently in front of him. A loud crack of the whip echoed through the room, making the guy looke up at him.

Their pupils met and Nielle smiled softly, "See?" he asked and repeated the movement again, "You catch it, you lift it, you whip...simple, isn't it? You don't need any training to know how to whip." He thrust the whip into his palm.

The king silently watched his youngest son show off with a whip in his hand and growled displeasedly, "Lie down already!"

Nielle didn't object. He walked over to the bench, slowly took off the top of his robe and lay down on his stomach. His pale muscular back shone in the gloom of the room, how undamaged it was, while the king sat satisfied in his chair.

The executioner seemed uncomfortable that the order had been issued against him, but he wasn't given a chance to speak. So he just walked up to Nielle and with the thought that it would end up hurting him more than the prince, he swung the whip across the Nielle's back.

Nielle clenched his muscles as a red band formed on his white skin. He clenched his teeth sharply, how much anger filled him.

"One," the king counted, looking at the long red mark of the whip on Nielle's body. He was quite pleased with the result, even though the executioner was said to be inexperienced.

The second blow landed on Nielle's back, to which the prince only reacted with more clenched teeth. He squeezed his eyelids together and gripped the edges of the bench tightly in his hands. He endured the third blow again without any visible signs, but the need to tear the whip from the executioner's hand and whip the king was slowly getting stronger inside him. On the fourth blow, the executioner inadvertently put more strength into it, forcing Niello to exhale painfully.

Nielle gritted his teeth in irritation at how embarrassing he felt at the moment, but since another blow wasn't coming, he was sure the executioner had realized his mistake. Of course, Nielle knew that the man behind him wasn't as inexperienced as he had said. The truth was that he was one of those who knew how to control his power very well.

However, he Nielle wasn't surprised that he was under stress and had a slight problem with it.

"You're doing well, keep going," the king praised him, but the executioner didn't look satisfied.

When he didn't move for a while, Nielle said, "Didn't you hear the king?" he asked, to which the executioner more or less came to his senses and gave him a fifth whipping.

It wasn't as strong as last time, but it still hurt a lot. Nielle's back was on fire after a few hits, and while it wasn't excruciating, as someone who truly hated pain, he didn't feel like enduring anything like that.

He lived through the sixth blow in silence, the seventh with a soft grunt, at the eighth he put his forehead on the bench, as he had the impression that he would kill the executioner together with the king. The ninth blow made him tense up harder, his teeth gritting as his skin was lightly torn by the impact of the leather tool. It stung incredibly, and he almost couldn't breathe as he waited for the last blow to burn his back.

However, the king coughed harder as the executioner swung his whip, causing the man to lose focus. A stronger blow than he had planned cut through Nielle's back where he already had one hit, making him cry out in pain.

"Agh!" Nielle clenched his fists and angrily glared at the executioner behind him, who subconsciously backed away as he immediately realized his mistake and duly regretted it.

"Well done," the king stood up in an attempt to examine Nielle's back, but the prince sat up sharply and threw his clothes over his aching back, as he didn't intend to endure any further humiliation.

"Since I got my punishment, father, I guess I don't have to sit in jail today," Nielle deduced.

"No," the king was satisfied with the show and left, "return to your duties...teach them better." he looked at the executioners.

"I will," Nielle stared at the executioner with the whip in hand and waited for a moment before the king finally walked away.

When they had the desired privacy, he sighed deeply and took a step towards the executioner, "Were you nervous?"

The man bent down in a second and handed Niello the whip, "I'm deeply sorry, sir...I haven't had to...hold back for a while...I'm really sorry if I hurt you."

"No no...you did good," Nielle laughed, "you saw how pleased that sadistic bastard was...to see his son's blood." he said and nodded to the bench next to him. The executioner took off his robe in a second and lay down on his stomach.

Nielle looked at his bare back with a soft sigh. The whip cut through the man's body in a violent swing, making him scream in pain.

"But you know, it still hurted," he hit him again, creating a bleeding cut on his skin from how much force he put into it. He aimed the third blow at the same spot, causing the man to cry out.

"I believe you know that even gentler," Nielle said and whipped him harder, "so next time...if something comes up...try." he swung the whip across his lower back.

"Ahh...I'll get better, sir!" he promised.

"You will, you will," Nielle nodded and repeated the blow.

He didn't stop even when he heard tears in the man's words, he didn't stop even when the blood ran down his back over the bench to the ground. He didn't stop even when the executioners next to him looked hesitantly at each other, as if they were really happy, that the king didn't choose them.

"That would be enough, I'm exhausted," Nielle breathed, throwing a bloody whip at one of the executioners.

"Can we treat him, sir?" he asked catching the whip, not knowing what Nielle wanted.

"Of course, take him to Elyan...let him take a few days off," he stared at the unconscious man.

Without another word he made his way out of the dungeons. He let out a deep sigh as he walked down the halls, hissing painfully every time his robes rubbed against his wounds, "That bastard."

He gently rubbed his injured spots, but since it hurt even more, he pulled his fingers away.

He hated pain…he hated the king…and when those two things were combined together, he was very close to committing an assassination.

However, the king was lucky because he didn't have time to dwell on his anger for too long at the moment, as he had other things to deal with. On the one hand, he wanted to make a plan to catch the Infey, which he didn't have time to complete, and on the other hand, to find out who dared to destroy his plans by shooting his Lacrisan.

Because the fact that he had to return to the palace was clearly no accident...and although Nielle had no idea who had thrown obstacles at his feet, he wasn't going to sit quietly...because whoever it was, Nielle would very much like to meet him.

***

They walked through the forest. Since it was lunchtime and neither of them had eaten anything today, Rue plucked berries along the way and served them to Ylre. Ylre had an aversion to fruit after yesterday, but because Rue was the one who gave it to him, he ate it.

Since Rue didn't need to eat and wasn't really hungry, he only collected food for Ylre, who he thought would need some food as a human.

The fox followed them all the time, sometimes it got lost behind the bushes, sometimes it couldn't keep up because it's paw was injured. However, it always caught up with them in the end, until disappearing somewhere again. Ylre ignored the vixen while Rue spoke to it, then ran away when he saw something interesting.

Ylre just watched how he couldn't stay on a straight path, how everything always caught his attention, how every little thing distracted him. And not just that. Every time they walk for a while, Rue would carve a line into a tree and walk on.

Ylre watched the marked places for a moment and asked, "Do you know why you mark them?"

When Rue heard him, he stopped in confusion and examined the tree. He thought for a while, as he had the impression that it had some other meaning than merely marking the path they had taken. But he couldn't remember.

That's why he smiled softly and said, "I don't know...but I'm calmer that way," he moved his gaze behind them, where some of the trees were marked, "Do you want to try?" he asked.

"No need." Ylre didn't need to, and as Rue continued down the path, he followed him.

They walked for some time until they reached a deeper part of the forest where the mountains began. They didn't intend to cross them, so they kept to a moderate path. However, the nature of the environment changed, and when they got a little beyond the beginning of the rocks, the first interesting thing caught their eyes.

"Lucky Cave?" Rue read the sign at the entrance to the rock.

"I don't know if it's lucky, but it's definitely in a strange location." Ylre walked up to him.

"Do you know what it is?" Rue asked, intrigued.

Ylre nodded, "Caves where stones or crystals were once found were believed to bring Luck. When they were mined, the church built shrines in them to return the favor. It's never been done before this age, but people believe that when they pray for Luck in it and leave a gift...it will bring them luck and the cave will once again be mined as it used to be," he explained.

"How nice," Rue praised and went into the cave.

Ylre followed him and entered with him into a darker space with a considerable change in temperature. It was still unbelievably hot outside yesterday, today it cooled down a bit, as if it was going to rain, but it was even cooler in the cave.

However, the deeper they went, the better their bodies got used to the cold, and when they were a few meters behind the entrance, they didn't feel the cold much anymore. They walked for a while before the darkness cleared in the stone alcove.

A beautifully smoothed wall with a stone table coming straight out of the cave with a few candles and sticks to light showed that people still come here.

Rue contentedly walked over to the table, took one of the candles and held its flame to the loose stick, which slowly ignited. He watched the clematis burn and handed the candle to Ylre, who wasn't very impressed. He examined the yellow crystal in the stone wall above the small table and after a moment lit one of the sticks without saying a word.

"Luckily, may luck be with us," Rue bowed gently and smiled contentedly.

"Luckily," Ylre repeated.

They stood side by side for a moment before Ylre said, "We should go."

,,Why? Shall we see what's inside?" Rue asked curiously as he hadn't been in the cave for a long time.

"We don't know if it's a good idea...the stone above should be white," he nodded over the stone table, "the fact that it's yellow means something is happening here...and it adds luck to it." he clarified.

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"What do you mean?" he didn't understand.

"I don't know," he wasn't sure, "maybe the church is taking an illegal stay here." he clarified.

It took a moment for Rue to piece together the connections and he nodded, "Ah...okay," he didn't want to meet anyone from the church in case there was any Infey, "we can go out."

But no sooner had they stepped forward than Rue stopped. He looked into the cave again and then at Ylre, "Do you hear that?"

"I don't hear anything," he said the sentence for the second time today, as he had no idea what Rue had heard.

"A scream..." Rue whispered as if trying to focus and made his way deeper into the cave.

"Rue-" Ylre tried to stop him, but Rue didn't listen so he went in as well.

They walked down the cave corridor to a fork where Rue turned left as if he really heard something Ylre didn't. They continued in the darkness for a while before torches with fire appeared at the edge of the corridor and allowed them to see where they were going.

The deeper they went, the clearer the sounds Ylre hadn't heard before were. At first only a vague scream, then he heard words in it, and when they came close enough, he even registered their meaning.

"Aá-ááh-áá-áágh! E-enough-ágh-ágh...please-ágh..not-t-so s-strong...aágh-ágh!"

Ylre was sure what activity the sound was coming from, but he wasn't sure if Rue knew, so after a while he in front of him and blocked his way.

"Someone needs help," Rue didn't understand why he was standing in his way.

"I'll solve it...you can stay here, " he promised.

"Let's solve this together." Rue want to help and tried to step forward.

But Ylre stopped him again. The sounds behind them grew louder, along with the loud screams of the tortured young man, the laughter of the people who were causing him pain could also be heard, and Rue looked like he couldn't bear it much longer.

"Let me solve it," Ylre tried, "you helped that fox in the forest...now I'll help, okay? You said I should help, I want to show you that I know how too. I'll call you when I'm done."

Due to his uncertainty, Rue hesitated for a moment, but since it looked like he really wanted to help and his job was to lead people to the right path, he nodded, "I understand ...but why can't I go too?"

"Because you don't have to see it," Ylre said and moved forward. After a while he reached the larger space where the whole theater was taking place. He came to a group of guys who were talking with a naked young man.

One of them held his hands pressed against the rock, the other sat next to him and played with his nipples from below, the third was hungrily touching his body and the fourth slammed his ass from behind as if he wanted to smash him against the rock. At first glance it was more brutal than normal sex should be and Ylre sighed mentally at how strange people were.

Not that he was as ignorant as other Infeys, but he clearly didn't understand why so many people preferred violent sex. Ylre was of the opinion that it should be something voluntary, where both will enjoy the experience...be it gentle or hard sex...but people got it wrong and did whatever they wanted. As if their goal wasn't an act of mutual affection, but a purely beastly act of self-gratification. However, Ylre saw people as strange animals, so everything made sense.

The guys were so engrossed in fucking the helpless youngster that they only noticed him when he was next to them. Ylre didn't even try to resolve the situation verbally and simply kicked the guy who was fucking the young man.

"Agh!" the violent man screamed as his penis slipped out of his victim while the younger tried to get away, as the guys let him go in a second.

Ylre grabbed one of the swords tossed aside and with a simple swing drove all the guys away from him.

He stood in front of the young man and said, "Aren't you sick of yourself? Luck is looking at you." it sounded ironic from his mouth, but basically he wasn't lying.

"Who the fuck are you? What the hell do you want?!" the man took another sword from the ground.

"I was walking and I saw how you commit atrocities...if you want me to let you live, get out...or should I call the guards? I saw a patrol on the way...a group of Rinsel people raping a minor Lacrisan...they'll be glad...maybe they'll let you pay with your bodies as well...your kind likes to make excuses a lot I hear. I guess they're the same kind as you, you will have fun just like he had," he said looking at the not even twenty year old human behind him.

"Atrocities? That kid tricked us!" he shouted.

"I d-didn't," the young man cried on the ground in terror.

"He seduced us! And then he robbed us! It's only fair that we take the penalty, isn't it?!" the guy shouted.

"I-I didn't s-steal anything-" he curled up on the ground and whined exhaustedly into his knees.

Ylre sighed, "I don't care, get out while I'm nice."

The guys gave him a hostile look before snorting in displeasure and declaring, "Screw him...if I ever see you..I will fuck you that you will never sit down again!" he screamed in anger, whereupon the youth hid behind Ylre.

Ylre sighed and pointed his sword at them, "I say get out...I'd like to spend the night here and I don't want to be here with your corpses...so fuck off."

The guy growled, but since Ylre looked like he knew how to fight, he didn't fight back and walked away with the group.

Ylre watched him for a moment before the young man shakily pulled his robes.

"What do you want?" Ylre wasn't interested.

"Why did you help me?" he asked

Ylre shook him off, "As soon as they get out, get out too," he said and went after Rue, who was supposed to be waiting in the corridor.

What a surprise when he saw him against the wall with his back turned and his hands over his eyes, as if he had just seen something he shouldn't have.

"Rue?" Ylre walked up to him, "I told you not to come here."

"Um," he nodded, "I-I know," he cleared his throat gently and shook his head, "but I was afraid that they would be a problem...so...I'm...sorry..." he didn't know, why he apologizes to him, but the sight of what those people did to the young man was enough to make him feel embarrassed.

"It's okay now," Ylre said gently, "they were nothing...they left...nothing else is happening."

Rue turned slowly and looked through his fingers as if he was reassured. But he was right, the guys went out, and except for the naked young man behind the rocks, nothing said that there had been a sexual scene.

Ylre watched Rue's red face, and smiled gently as his heart suddenly beat with a warm feeling.

Rue looked confused at Ylre and asked, "Why are you laughing?" He looked at the surroundings and at a young man who was a victim of inappropriate actions.

"I don't laugh, I was just thinking how nice your reaction was...innocent," he said.

Rue blinked and looked at Ylre as he didn't understand, "Innocent?"

"It was very pure, very rare...I really liked it so I couldn't hold a smile." Ylre said softly.

The deep sigh from Rue's side showed Ylre that the he didn't understand him again.

,,Ylre, nothing sexually is rare... It is an act blessed by luck. Way for people to produce the offspring, nothing more in it. What the men have committed today is outrageous." He said, but despite his seriousness he was still blushing as if he had participated in the act himself.

Ylre nodded, "I know."

Rue was recovering for a while from what he saw before he realized that there was something more important. He looked at the young man, who had already been dressed, "Luck with you, child," he started tenderly, "are you all right?"

The young man measured him for some time before he nodded, "I am, thank you," he said and smiled gently as if he had just seen something glorious, ,,you're really beautiful."

Rue just smiled gently, but Ylre growled, "When you're fine, get out." He nodded to the corridor.

"Out?" The young man was startled, "What if I meet them again? I-I am scared." tears were pushing into his eyes.

"Don't worry, you don't have to go anywhere." Rue said and looked at Ylre.

Ylre frowned and glared at him, "I didn't save you to stay with us, so fuck off."

"Just for a night." He tried timidly.

"No." Ylre didn't hesitate.

"At least until they will go away...they're waiting somewhere... please." He whispered.

Ylre was about to say something, but Rue said first, "Of course you can ... the sun's starting to set, we'll stay here for a night." He wanted to bathe in the pond and see the cave.

"Thank you." the young man smiled continued and approached Rue as if he wanted to look at him better, but Ylre didn't allow him.

Ylre simply stood between them and glared at the young man with hostility, "No."

He grabbed the young man's hand, forcing him to walk. Since Rue didn't even have time to object, Ylre dragged him through the corridor and to the entrance of the cave.

"Go wherever you want, but you won't stay here with us. If you meet them, it's your bad luck." He put him to the entrance when his eyes fell into the forest.

Surprisingly, he heard a sharp sound of drops falling to the ground, a few louder thunders that he didn't hear in the cave before realizing that there was a storm outside.

"Ylre!" Rue caught up with him, "What are you doing?"

"Bu ...it's raining...I can't go out..." the young man looked at them hesitantly.

"Of course no. You can stay until the storm stops." Rue said tenderly.

"Can I?" The young man give a hesitant look to Ylre as he wasn't sure.

Ylre growled dissatisfied, "If you do anything inappropriate, I will make sure that what those men did to you will be a good memory compared to what I will do." He didn't believe him at all.

"Thank you." The young man smiled happily.

Ylre, however, didn't feel good about this and wasn't satisfied with the development. It wasn't that the young man was suspicious, it wasn't that he believed the words that men said about his theft. But since he knew very well how much luck current Rue had and how every road he takes leads to trouble, he didn't believe that this meeting with a young man was harmless.

And since his own luck couldn't compensate Rue's bad luck, he had to be wary. Because he knew Rue was never careful. And it was his job to take a care of him.

***

There was a calm atmosphere in the room. Louis sat at the desk and stamps the necessary documents, which should be in the responsibility of the king. However, the king often trusted him too much, so he did things that he usually wouldn't as a crown prince.

Anyway, besides today's combat training, which he done every morning, he didn't even move from the desk today and was quite exhausted.

"Iuwine" he sighed.

"You're not done yet." Iuwine standing next to him refused.

"Ah," Louis took another document and continued to work, "at least bring me something from the kitchen." He said after a moment.

Iuwine nodded, went to the door where he gave the command to the guard and let them bring a bowl with bread and fresh fruit that the prince loved, "Please, enjoy."

"Thank you," Louis took a piece of apple from the bowl and stamped other papers, "Have some." He pushed the bowl to Iuwine, who took the berry of grapes from it and ate it in silence.

It took about an hour before Louis finished the work and leaned on the chair, "Any more duties today?" He asked.

"No. You have done everything, good job. The king will be satisfied." Iuwine praised him and came to him in silence.

He put his hands gently on his shoulders and pushed lightly. Louis tilted his neck and let his Lacrisan massage his shoulders, since Iuwine had more than enough experience. He enjoyed his work for a while before grabbing his palm and tenderly pulling it together with his own.

"Iuwine," Louis slowly approached him and gave him a look from below, making Lacrisan smile, "Can I?"

"You always," Iuwine leaned in and gently pressed his lips to the prince's neck. Touching Louise's ear, he gently pulled his face to his, softly whispered, "Luckily." and pressed their lips in a deep kiss.

Louis joined him voluntarily as the delicate but tasty luck from Iuwine's saliva filled his body with pleasure. Iuwine gently shuddered what excitement went through his body, but he continued kissing. He inserted his tongue into Louis's mouth and began to play with prince's fingers still intertwined with his own until Louis started to cooperate.

Sometimes Iuwine felt the touch of Prince's fingers in his hair, pulling him down as if he wanted more. Louis gently removed the azure band from his long hair and let his black strands fall into his face. Iuwine didn't defend himself, let himself be on the prince's legs and continued the passionate kiss that was enough to temporarily recharge his luck.

Although, usually the saliva was the less efficient way of giving luck to someone, if done voluntarily it was at the blood level. Not many Lacrisans were able to give their luck with a consent, but Iuwine and Louis were one of many exceptions. Luck, when given by Lacrisan's own will, didn't cause pain, but the opposite, a delightful feeling. While the Rinselan was also filled with a similarly great pleasure and otherwise non-acquisable luck.

It was essential that Lacrisan gave his luck with the word "Luckily".

It took some time for Louis to withdraw from Iuwine. He took a deep breath and looked at him as if he wanted more of his luck. Iuwine knew this and was more than willing to satisfy him.

"We can move to bed, if you want," Iuwine fondled his chest and passionately slipped his hand under the prince's robe, "or we can go to the bath."

"There will be a lot of people," he said and slowly stood up, "sometimes in the future." He sat down on the bed and nodded next to him.

Iuwine went to him with pleasure and bowed to Louis, "You are the Crown Prince, when you tell everyone to disappea, they will." He gently pressed into his chest, forcing Louis to lie down.

Louis climbed on the bed and slowly took off his clothes, "You know I'm not like Nielle."

"I know," Iuwine nodded and moved his fingers through the prince's revealed chest, "that's why everyone is faithful to you." Iuwine said.

Louis didn't answer and gently leaned back, letting Iuwine lower his fingers through his abdomen between his legs. He took off the rest of Louis's robes himself and gently spread his legs wider so he could get a better access.

Iuwine bent to the Prince's chest and kissed him tenderly while his fingers grabbed his hard cock, "Today you couldn't wait to see the evening as I see,"

"We didn't have time yesterday," Louis admitted, "I was exhausted."

"My fault...I will make up for it today." He went with fingers between Louis's ass and gently found his entrance.

"Ah!" Louis moaned as Iuwine pushed one finger in. Louis put his palm into Iuwine´s hair as the Lacrisan bent his face to his nipples, "I know." He stroked him gently and subconsciously spread his legs even more apart as Iuwine inserted his finger deeper.

"Ah-Ah!" Louis exhaled in pleasure, and when Iuwine harshly bite his hard nipple, he closed his eyes for a second in a sharp pain. He could feel Lacrisan´s hand moving on his hard penis, the other putting the fingers into him and sometime play with his sensitive chest instead, as he knew exactly what Louis loves.

Gentle touches on his body, made Louis breathe lounder. His ass was gradually filled with one, two, three fingers, quite rough thrusts stretching his insides, forcing him to tremble gently, subconsciously moving his hips, as Iuwine played with his cock and continued to tease him. When his Lacrisan thought that it wasn´t enough, he moved his lips to Louis´s neck, where he bit him more harshly.

"Agh...Iuwin," he gently pulled his hair.

"I know, don't worry...no marks," he whispered into Louis´s ear and bit him again, "but where you can't see them, I'll make them for you." he thrust his fingers into him harder.

"Ahh!" Louis screamed in surprise, clutching the sheets tightly in his hands as his insides heated up with Iuwin's skillful movements.

He thrust his fingers into him even further, sometimes faster, sometimes rougher, finding his prostate and skilfully massaging it...squeezing the prince's bundle of nerves, thrusting roughly into it, stretching his sensitive insides until Louis gasped in excitement beneath him as he had done many times.

"Ah-ágh-áh-ááh! I-Iuwine...don't tease ma-ágh!" he muttered harshly as he felt Iuwine's fingers trust inside him deeper and skillfully playing in him with his sensitive spots.

"As you wish," Iuwine whispered into his ear and bit him hard once more.

"Nghm!" Louis moaned as his Lacrisan pulled his fingers out of him and replaced them with something else.

He could feel the hard member of his Lacrisan move against his prepared hole, to which his body had been well adapted during their time. The circling motions of his hard tip on his wet entrance forced him to muffled gasps at how pleasantly the pressure teased him .

Iuwine gently kissed his chest and whispered, "Can I?"

Louis gently ran his fingers through his hair and nodded, "You always," he stated.

Iuwine bit him harder on one of the nipples and together with his words pushed his penis to his entrance. He penetrated Louis's body more roughly with his glans, opening his muscles with his hard penis.

"Nghá-ah! That's good-áágh, Iuwine-ágh-agh!" Louis subconsciously clenched his legs together, but Iuwine's body wouldn't let him do anything as he made a rough motion with his cock into the prince's ass. Louis took a deep breath as Iuwine's length slid deeper and deeper into him, as it was stretching his insides and thrusting into him almost painfully.

"You're tighter than usual... is it because we didn't do it yesterday? Do you like it when it hurts? I know you do," he rammed his cock into him more violently, "do you want it harder today?" he repeated the movement more roughly.

"Aaaaagh! D-don't ask-ágh…that nonsense-ágh!" he moaned out loud as Iuwine thrust his entire massive dick into him, "ÁÁÁÁGHh! Ágh-Iuwine! Agh-d-damn!"

"Don't curse." Iuwine bit him on the thigh and thrust sharply upwards, which skillfully hit Louis's prostate.

"Ahh...yeah!" Louis screamed horny and as the cock moved inside him again, he closed his eyelids tightly, "Ahh-ahh!"

"Too rough?" Iuwine asked, sliding out of him and in a second slamming his hard cock back into the prince.

,,AAGH! A bit-ágh!" he said, thrusting his ass roughly against Iuwine's cock as the waves of pleasure were filling his insides.

"But you like it...don't you?" he slid out of his throbbing hole, ran his fingers over it and rammed four roughly into him. In a second, he was moving them around, as if to prepare Louis for a stronger fuck and thus evoke the prince´s scream. His insides were distending violently, his opening stretched under the pressure of Iuwine's hand as his bent fingers brutally fucked his prostate.

"Aaaaaaaaaaah!" Louis was tickling himself, how intense the impulses shooting from his ass were.

Iuwine fucked him hard for some time before he pulled his fingers out and rammed his cock into him again.

"Agh-ághh! Iuwine!" he screamed in delight and closed his eyelids again, how horny he was, "Yes- ahh-ágh-ágh! Don´t stop!"

"I won´t." Iuwine didn't hesitate and after a moment of thrusting into Louis's body, he launched into a harder pounding. He fucked Louis's ass just like he always did. His scrotum slapped against Louis's ass, his cock pierced his red entrance and fucked him deep in the guts just like Louis loved it.

"Agh-ágh-ágh-ágh...yes-ah! Ahh! Fuck-Iuwine! Aaaaah-aah-aah-aah!" he shouted excitedly at how well Iuwine was fucking him.

Iuwine knew exactly how to play with Louis's body to drive him crazy and he did exactly that. He rammed his penis sometimes harder, sometimes gently into his prostate, stretching his ass as much as he could and at the same time playing with his nipples. He fucked him at a rough pace, listening to Louis's horny screams, waiting for the prince to be close to climax so he could come as well and give him a piece of his luck.

"I-Iuwine...I'll-aaa-aaah come...ágh-ágh-ágh-ágh...ah!" he screamed, clenching and unclenching his fists by the sheets, what an intense feeling of pleasure was filling him.

"Go on, come for me," Iuwine whispered excitedly and took a firm hold of Louis's cock. He expertly ran his hand from his tip lower and after a while, he accelerated his movements to a pace that forced Louis to an intense orgasm in no time.

"Aaaaaagh-aaaagh!" he slammed into Iuwine's hand and pulled his thighs together as Iuwine continued to thrust into him.

As Louis's insides contracted, Iuwine let out a pleasurable breath and increased the pace of his fucking. A few deep rough thrusts into his perfect body drove him to a climax that sent an even more intense wave of pleasure through his body than orgasm itself as his luck transferred to the person he was so closely connected to.

He softly muttered a word that gave them both an experience better than many people had ever had and with a loud cry he leaned down to embrace Louis, how intense feeling filled him. His muscles quivered, his nerves fired, and his guts clenched with excitement, forcing him to dig his nails into Louis's skin.

"Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh!" Iuwine panted, tightly closed his eyes and roughly bit Louis on the lip. He moved inside him roughly for a while and buried his face in his chest, "Ahh-ahh-ahh... " the luck that came out of him was replaced by a pleasure that he could never just breathe out, "ah- it won´t stop-ah d-damn-ah-áágh...L-Louis-áágh--stop it...ah-ááh-áágh-ah...d-damn, I'm going to come again-áágh!" he gasped, thrusting into Louis.

Sometimes it was scary...although Iuwine was used to it, sometimes like today, when the excitement didn't want to stop, no matter what he did, he was filled with a strange illogical fear that it would never.

Iuwine only momentarily accelerated his thrusts into Louis's body, the heat engulfing him as a second orgasm came to him in the aftermath, making him squeal loudly as even more intense pleasure filled him.

"AAGH! Aaaah-damn...I can't-ah...p-please....Louis-aághh-Louis! Please, enough-aaaah!"

"Shh, calm down," Louis kissed him gently, as he knew that this way of willingly giving luck was really intense for the Lacrisans, "it's okay, it'll stop...just relax," he kissed him tenderly, "you were amazing…thank you." he hugged him lightly and stroked his hair in a calming way he knew Iuwine loved.

He could feel Iuwine shaking violently in his arms, how he was moaning hornyly and receiving his kisses all red. He kept his eyelids closed, thrusting into him sometimes as he tried to compensate for the excitement with physical sensations and gradually calmed down as Louis caressed him.

When it looked like the greatest pleasure had subsided and he was back to his senses, he looked at Louis breathlessly, "I'm sorry," he lightly moved inside him a few times, making Louis moan softly, "It was stronger today, " he admitted and after a few additional thrusts as he needed to get out of the excitement, he pulled out of Louis's ass, "I hope it was like that for you as well."

Filled with a dose of luck and Iuwine's feelings, Louis smiled and pulled him closer, "Of course," he murmured and kissed him again, "it was perfect…as always…I love when you're adorable like that, it's the only time you look vulnerable." he bit his neck roughly as if he wanted more from him. Iuwine let the prince kiss his neck, as Louis seemed happy to take the initiative. He didn't fight back as the prince gently rolled him under him and bit his neck harder.

"One more round?" Iuwine wondered.

"Would you like to?" Louis asked and gently ran over Iuwine's cock, which clearly didn't have enough. He wiped the remains of sperm from his tip with his fingers and licked them teasingly while looking at his Lacrisan.

Iuwine sat down and pulled Louis closer, "I wanted to," he nodded, "but I forgot to inform you of something, and it seems very important." he clarified.

"Oh…what's going on?" Louise asked.

"Prince Nielle was seen by the guards at the palace grounds today... the king found out and had him flogged," he said.

Louis blinked in surprise. He just sat there for a while before he sighed deeply and got out of bed, "Nielle..." he couldn't believe how stupid his brother was.

Iuwine, understanding that they will play later in the evening, got up and helped Louis with his clothes before putting on his robe as well.

"Are we going to see him?" he asked.

"Who knows how he is doing... I want to know why he went out," Louis explained.

"Don't you want to take a bath first?" Iuwine asked since Louis always took a bath.

"I'll stop on the way from Nielle," he said and went out of the room together with Iuwine.

Because as much as he would have loved to enjoy the evening in bed with his Lacrisan, he knew it wouldn't be right. Because even though Nielle pretended that he didn't want to have anything to do with anyone, Louise knew that he should visit him after all... because nobody wanted to be alone when they were injured... not even Nielle.