A Prince's Pride

*Milo*

I storm out of our room right after the fight and start wandering around the palace, my mind racing, fuming at Aaron. I’m vaguely aware of Exavier trailing behind me. 

I’m still convinced that magic is real, but Piper Dylan agreed to show Aaron magic that was irrefutable. This wasn’t that and I know that when Piper shows her cards, it’ll prove the existence of magic. 

If this wasn’t magic and Zelda didn’t find any drugs in his system, then he must have cheated on me. 

“Your Highness, there you are!” exclaims Xion, finding me in a corridor. “The wedding is the day after tomorrow and I need your approval for some…changes the Queen wants to make. She’s insisting we have chickens running afoot around the throne room to eat invisible spiders.”

“The wedding is off,” I tell them, surprising myself when I realize how calm I sound.

“Now, now, Your Highness, there’s no need to be rash. Simply tell the Queen you don’t want chickens at your wedding and she’ll be fine.”

“Prince Milo—” says Exavier, taking a step forward, but I silence him with a hand.

“There isn’t going to be a wedding anymore,” I tell Xion and walk away from them, leaving them standing in the corridor, looking bewildered. I hear Exavier assure them that the wedding will happen and to ask Aaron to talk to his mother before catching up with me.

“Prince Milo, I think you should reconsider,” he says as I start walking up a flight of stairs. When I don't say anything, he asks, “Where are we going anyway?”

“To the top of West Tower.”

When we reach the top of West Tower, I walk right to the parapet where Criston pushed Corianne over and look down below to where her broken body lay.

“Your Highness?” asks Exavier, sounding worried.

“Be quiet, Exavier, please. Go guard the door. I need time to think.”

But I don’t think. I can’t think. When Exavier turns his back and stands by the door, silent sobs wrack my body as tears stream down my face.

I don’t know what to do. I’m pissed at Aaron, but marrying him is all I’ve wanted for so long. How can we get past this? And, if we can’t, what will my life become? I can’t go back to my old job as a servant. Imagine me, serving my ex-fiance and his new husband. The thought makes me let out a derisive laugh.

If I leave Aaron, I'll have to start my life all over. I check myself. I can't leave Aaron. I love him. But how am I supposed to get past this?

I need to find someone who knows about magic. I have to know what made him do this.

I need Zelda Offrand. 

*Aaron*

Laying in my bed, staring up at my ceiling, I can't stop thinking about Milo. His reaction was totally unexpected. I had expected him to be outraged that I was assaulted. I expected him to order our guards to arrest Piper Dylan. I expected him to be on my side. Instead, he accuses Piper Dylan of using magic and me of cheating on him. 

How could he think I'd betray him like that after everything we've been through? 

Several times, I almost get out of bed to find him, to make him see reason, but I don't think it'll work. Not right now, anyway. I'll have to talk to him eventually. I don't care what I have to give up to keep him. 

My crown, my legacy, my life. It's all meaningless if I don't have Milo.

*One Year Ago*

*Aaron*

I watch as Milo's packing his bags in his apartment.

"You don't have to do this," I say. I can hear the pleading in my voice, the desperation. 

"Aaron, she saw us. She's going to go to the King. You don't know Ashley like I do. She'll do anything to get ahead. She's never gotten over being beaten out by Kendall as Riley's Royal Attendant, and she knows I'm the one who told Riley to pick Kendall."

I can't argue that. Ashley certainly loves to gossip and if she reported us to the King and he removed the thing stopping me from choosing a wife, she'd be rewarded.

"I can protect you," I say for the third time since coming to his apartment. I don't want him to run away. 

He closes his bag and zips it shut, then looks around for the last of his belongings.

"I'm sorry, Aaron, but I have to go," he says, slinging his bag over his shoulder. He walks to me and kisses me; kisses me as if it's the last time we'll see each other.

"No," I say, grabbing onto him. "Milo, if you leave, I'll die."

"The King won't—"

"Not him," I say, cutting him off. "Inside. I'll die inside. Nothing matters more to me than you." I almost tell him I love him, but I don't.

"I can't stay," he says, his voice breaking. 

"Then at least say goodbye."

"I have. I—"

"Not like that," I say. "Like this." 

I pull him closer to me and push my lips into his. He clings to me and presses his body into mine. I need him more now than I've ever needed anything or anyone in my life. I hear his bag fall from his shoulder a moment before his hands clasp on the hem of my shirt and he pulls it up over my head. 

He kisses my body starting at my chest and trails kisses along me as he gets to his knees. 

He pulls my pants down to my ankles and looks up at me. My cock is growing harder by the second and, when he puts his hand around it, it stands to full attention. 

Milo kisses the head of my cock. I have no idea why it feels so good, but it doesn’t feel as good as when his lips close around it and he pushes his tongue under the foreskin, swirling it over the head. I clasp my hands on either side of his head and push my cock into his mouth, then move my hips back and forth as he opens his throat for me.

He runs his finger through some drool that’s dripped onto his chin from my face fucking him and snakes his finger up behind my ass. I groan as his finger slides in easily and he finds my prostate. He presses and massages with every inward thrust into his throat. I can feel precum leaking from my cock, coating his mouth and his throat close tighter around me as he swallows it.

When he pulls back, he takes several deep lungfuls of air. He pulls his own clothes off as I remove my shirt and kisses me while pushing me backwards into his room. He lays down and I climb on top of him, facing away. 

I push my ass into his face and he immediately dives in, his tongue penetrating my hole as my lips wrap around his cock. I swallow him down and feel him moan against my ass as I twist my head back and forth, my throat closed tight over him.

When his fingers enter me again, I’m ready for it and my body sings in pleasure as he presses my prostate again. I almost collapse upon him, the waves of ecstasy almost too much. As he works, I have to stop sucking his cock because I can’t focus on it. His other hand reaches forward and he strokes me while milking my prostate. I’m absolutely dripping precum. It coats his hand and helps the skin slide over me.

Smack! 

Without warning, he pulls his fingers from me and slaps my ass. I can’t help the moan that escapes me.

Smack!

My entire body flinches in pleasure when he smacks me again. I need him inside me. I need him inside me right now. I turn to face him and sit on his waist. I know we won’t need lube this time from the saliva coating my hole and his cock. I lean forward and kiss him as I reach back and aim his cock at my hole.

When lets out a soft moan when I sit back and his cock slides into me. As I start to ride him, he reaches out a hand and runs it over my abs, looking me in my eyes. My cock bounces and slaps against his stomach as I bounce on him.

“Oh, Gods, you feel so good, baby,” he groans. I lean forward and kiss him, our tongues dancing with one another. He puts his hands under me, holds me up, and starts thrusting into me, slamming his body into mine. I moan in his mouth as the thrusts in and out, panting with the effort.

“I don’t want you to leave,” I tell him as he fucks me. He fucks me harder. “Please, don’t leave. I’m nothing without you.” He flips me over, not exiting me and spreads my legs. He angles himself so he slams into my prostate with every thrust and it’s impossible for me to say anything as wave after wave of pleasure explodes inside me.

I see a sheen of sweat form on his body as he thrusts and grip my own cock in my hand. I start to jerk off as he fucks me fast and hard and my eyes roll up into the back of my head.

“Fuck…me…baby…” I gasp. 

I feel my orgasm building and clench my ass on his cock. I want us to cum together and I get my wish. His thrusting becomes more erratic and with a final thrust and a groan of pleasure, he explodes inside me as my own cock unloads onto me.

“I’ll stay,” he says a few minutes later when we’re both dressed and cleaned up. “But we have to do something about Ashley.”

The next day, we realize there’s nothing to do. Ashley resigned her post and left the city. We never saw her again.

*Present Day*

*Milo*

I find Zelda in the infirmary. She's mixing something in a flask sitting on an open flame. When I walk in, she glances up but doesn't say anything, turning back to her work immediately. 

"Zelda, can I ask you something?"

She stays silent for several moments, then adds a few drops of something into the flask. 

"Zelda?"

She looks up at me and says, "Prince Milo, this is an elixir for the Queen. If I get any part of this wrong, it could put her into an irreversible coma that she will never wake from. Please let me concentrate."

After that, I stay quiet while she works. The mixture inside the flask changes from blue to green to orange to yellow to pink as she adds mixes of chemicals. When it's the magenta, she adds a scoop of leaves from a small leather pouch. As they dance in the churning liquid, they break apart and the liquid changes to a rich purple I recognize as the medicine she gives Elaine. 

Zelda pulls the flask from the flame using a pair of metal tongs and pours it into a goblet. I watch the steam rising from it for a few moments before Zelda breaks my focus. 

"Now, Your Highness, what was it you wanted?"

"I wanted to talk about Aaron. The king," I add as if she doesn't know who Aaron is. "He told me about last night." And I launch into the story of him telling me and the ensuing fight.

"I just want to understand. Is it possible he was drugged with something you've never seen?"

"I doubt it. I've been a physician for a long time, Milo."

"What do you think it was?"

"I am speaking to a member of the Royal Family and I don't want to disagree with His Majesty," she says, giving me a significant look.  

"Tell me, Zelda," I say, "please.". 

"I think it was magic. The King does not agree. But his drunken state was cured in thirty minutes. I have never heard of such a thing. Have you?"

"I'm not a physician," I say, but I have to agree with her. If such a thing existed, the inventor would surely be rich. 

"I am," she says, "and such a thing does not exist."

All she's done is confirm my suspicions. Aaron was bewitched. 

"Of course, this means your reaction to his news was, forgive me, uncalled for."

"Excuse me?" 

"You know he was under the influence of magic. True," she says before I can say anything, "he does not believe it. But if he were drugged and didn't know, you wouldn't be acting like this. You would feel indignant for him, not at him."

I stare at her. She's right, of course. It isn't Aaron's fault he was hexed by Piper.  I suddenly feel embarrassed by how stupid I've been. I've been treating Aaron unfairly. 

"Thanks, Zelda," I say. 

"Of course, my prince," she says. "Yours and Aaron's love means more to me than you can possibly imagine. I would love nothing more than for your love to flourish."

"I have to leave. I need to find Xion. I'm going to make sure this is a wedding that Aaron, me, and all of Midoor will never forget."

She smiles as I walk from the infirmary.