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Julien opens the carriage door, and its occupant peeks out: a scruffy tan dog, a bit taller than Julien’s knee. “After you, Lord Cupcake,” Julien tells the dog.
He thinks he catches poorly muffled laughter from one of his oathguards as he retreats.
“That’s a storage closet, Your Highness,” one of his guards says helpfully.
“Excellent,” Julien says through his daze. “Wait out here while I check inventory.”
“Have you seen him?” Julien waves his hand. “Don’t worry. I’m a responsible royal scion. I’ll keep my dick in ungrateful, backstabbing courtiers where it belongs.” “It belongs in a cage,” Nadine mutters.
Julien stands by his earlier assessment—Will is adorable.
I’m definitely not going to fuck him, Julien tells himself. At least, not before the background check comes back.
Nadine calls out, “Highness, if you run out there—oh, fuck you!”
Julien says. “I know. Don’t worry. I’m still not fucking him.” “That’s still not as reassuring as you think it is.”
Julien gently takes Whisper’s arm again. “If you got a papercut, it would be too much for me.”
Come along. I hear Fisk and the kitten catching up, and I want to catch the little dragon before Fisk does.
How dare it! Rumi shouts in Julien’s head. That isn’t fair!
Emile pats Fisk one more time on the head, then clinks his half-empty
empty glass against Whisper’s. “His Highness really enjoys getting his cock sucked.” Fisk tilts his head inquisitively. How much Trade has he learned?
He’s never been this warm in his life. “And then?” “Then I get to look into your eyes for the next two hours,” Julien says. “Simple, right?”
Because Julien can’t be here now. Julien is back in the castle, where he’s safe. He’s not here putting himself in danger for something as stupid as rescuing Whisper. People don’t rescue Whisper. Which means this is a dream again. A shadow-sweet nightmare. Julien’s not really leaning towards him, and Whisper’s not really seizing Julien’s collar in a desperate yearning for comfort. Surrendering himself to Julien’s kiss.
Footsteps pause on the stairs. “Your Highness, we’ve secured the rest of the hostages,” Nadine calls out. “What do you—oh, for fuck’s sake. I’ll report when you’re done.”
Now he knows why Julien hasn’t let go of him all night—he looks like a broken doll.
Julien waves at Rosin and Vitus. “No disturbances except for emergencies, understood?” “Yes, Your Highness,” Rosin replies, deadpan. Will’s ears flame a deeper red as Julien pulls him into the room.
didn’t even know you could overdose on nightrose, but there he was with a four-day erection. It was honestly impressive.”
Bruises. Pain. Marks. Evidence. I wanted the marks. The proof that my failure had happened. The proof that the punishment had happened. “Will,” Julien says, hoping he’s not right about whatever’s twisted up inside Will’s head. “I don’t know what this is about, but I’m not going to punish you like this.”
“I didn’t seduce you,” Julien says, feigning outrage. “I courted you.” “What’s the difference?” “Optics.” Julien laughs
“You.” Audric points at him with the hand holding the empty glass. “I leave you in Greenhaven for four months, and you’re fucking a Fellrian assassin?” Julien bursts into laughter. “Give me some credit! It only took me two months to fuck the assassin.”
