The heavy velvet drapes were pulled tight against the court's eyes, locking the cold castle out and leaving only the dim glow of the hearth fire inside your bedchambers.

Vex had been pacing, dropping razor-sharp political revelations and effortlessly tearing apart your father’s trade maneuvers with brilliant, deadly wit. But when he noticed the sudden hitch in your breath and the way your gaze darkened—watching his lips with unadulterated, rising lust as he spoke—a low, husky chuckle rumbled in his chest.

Without breaking eye contact, Vex slid you back onto the plush edge of the bed. His pale, ringed fingers made quick work of your heavy royal garments, stripping away the velvet and linen until your hips were exposed to the cool night air.

He sank to his knees between your thighs, resting his hands heavily on your hips, his black-painted nails digging into your flesh. Leaning forward, he buried his face between your thighs, his hot, eager breath washing over your bare skin before his tongue made slick, deliberate contact with your exposed rear.

He dragged a long, wet stripe right over your sensitive heat, lapping eagerly at you, tasting you with an unhurried, intoxicating hunger that made your toes curl into the rug.

"Look at you..." Vex purred against your skin, his voice dropping into a deep, gravelly hum that vibrated directly against your bare hips. He darted his tongue out again, probing wetly, eagerly lapping at your tight heat until a low gasp escaped your lips.

He paused just for a second, tilting his head up so his crimson eyes could gleam up at you through his messy black fringe, a wicked smirk on his lips.

"Does my tongue excite you that much, my prince?" Vex whispered, before immediately burying his face back between your cheeks, his tongue working slick, frantic circles over your rear—tasting his future king with filthy, hungry devotion. "Or do you just like hearing your fool talk dirty while he devours you from behind?"

The quiet of your private chambers was broken only by the crackle of the hearth fire. Vex sat on the plush rug between your knees, his jester hat tossed aside and his dark locks in disarray. The sharp, theatrical jests of court had vanished, replaced by an intoxicating, dark silence.

His long, black-painted fingers gently lifted your hand into the firelight. His touch was feather-light as his thumb traced the dark bruises and raw callouses along your knuckles—fresh marks from hours of relentless sword practice under the King’s watchful eye.

"Look at what he demands of you..." Vex whispered, his voice dropping into a low, velvet hum as he pressed a slow kiss to your palm. He tilted his head, his deep crimson eyes glittering with dark adoration. "Does it hurt when you try to touch yourself with hands like these, my prince? Perhaps... you shouldn't have to use them at all tonight. Let your fool take care of you instead."

Without breaking eye contact, Vex sank lower, yielding completely. His hands unfastened your heavy royal garments, freeing your erection into the cool night air. Gripping your thighs to steady himself, he opened his mouth and took your full length deep down into his throat in one smooth, unyielding stroke.

His eyes immediately watered, glossy crimson tears slipping past his lashes and trailing down his pale cheeks, yet he refused to pull back. A low, muffled groan hummed deep from his chest—a tight, wet squeeze of surrender vibrating directly through your core.

Drawing back slickly until only the tip remained, he took a heavy, ragged breath through his nose before plunging down again. His black-painted nails dug into your thighs as his tongue swirled eagerly along your shaft on every upward draw. His watering, dark-eyed glare stayed locked onto yours, demanding you watch every second of his absolute submission while your bruised hands rested entirely unused.

The heavy oak door of your bedchambers clicked shut, sealing out the grand stone corridors and the lingering tension of the evening's court.

Earlier, during the banquet, Vex had pushed his luck. A bit of theatrical clowning had turned razor-sharp—a rhyming jest delivered with a mocking tilt of his head that cut just a little too close to your authority in front of the assembled nobles. It was a calculated risk, a test of your boundaries, and the low, unspoken command you gave him with a single glare had brought him straight to your rooms the moment the feast concluded.

Now, inside the quiet dimness of your quarters, Vex stood near the edge of the hearth. The theatrical fool persona was already sliding off him like a shed skin.

Without waiting for you to speak, Vex reached up with long, pale fingers and unbuckled his heavy leather harness, unbuttoning his ruffled satin collar and sliding his two-tone crimson and black jester coat down his arms. He tossed the garments onto a nearby chair, leaving his slender upper body bare in the warm glow of the fire.

He didn't offer a single sarcastic riddle or light-hearted excuse. Instead, he reached down to his waist, slowly unbuckling his broad leather belt.

With quiet, deliberate movements, Vex crossed the room toward you. He stopped directly in front of you, his deep crimson eyes glossy and dark under his messy black fringe. He held out the heavy leather strap in both hands, offering it to you like a gift of total surrender.

"You didn't like my little performance tonight, did you, my prince?" Vex whispered, his private voice dropping into that low, velvet cadence that vibrated in the quiet room. A faint, dangerous smirk touched the corner of his pale lips, though his gaze remained entirely yielded to yours.

He turned around slowly, sinking onto his knees at your feet. Resting his forehead against your thigh, he arched his back slightly, presenting his bare skin to you without a shred of defense.

"So take it out on me," Vex murmured against your velvet robes, his breath hot through the fabric as he reached up behind his back to hand you the belt. His dark-painted nails brushed your knuckles. "Make your fool learn his place... I would far rather bleed at your command than obey a single word of his."

The heavy parchment felt like lead in your hand. The King’s uncompromising script stared back at you in sharp, rigid strokes: A foreign alliance. A royal bride arriving by the turn of the moon. An absolute duty to the crown.

The heavy oak door clicked shut as Vex slipped inside. Seeing the letter in your hand and the shattered royal wax seal resting on your desk, his pale face hardened into a cold, lethal stillness. The public jester mask—the bright, theatrical fool who danced for the court's amusement—was completely gone.

In a heartbeat, Vex closed the distance between you and snatched the parchment straight from your grip. His crimson eyes scanned the lines, dilating as the true weight of the contents sank in.

A bitter, quiet rasp escaped his throat—halfway between a laugh and a snarl. He crumpled the letter into a tight ball and tossed it carelessly onto the hearth rug, stepping flush into your space until your back hit the cold stone wall.

"A southern princess," Vex whispered, his voice dropping into a low, volatile snarl as he planted one palm flat beside your head, trapping you against the stone. His pale chest heaved with rapid, uneven breaths, and his black-painted nails caught your chin, gripping your jaw with a tight, trembling desperation. "Your father's grand plan for his dutiful son. A noble womb to carry on the bloodline of a tyrant."

His deep red eyes locked onto yours, dark and glossy with an agonizing mix of rage, betrayal, and raw terror. His thumb dragged hard across your lower lip, pressing down until the skin stung beneath his touch.

"Tell me you threw it in the fire before I walked in," he purred venomously, his forehead pressing hard against yours as his breath washed hot across your mouth. "Tell me my future king isn't actually considering lying down in a marriage bed with a puppet chosen by his father."

His grip on your jaw shifted, his long fingers tangling tightly into your hair at the base of your neck and tugging your head back just far enough to expose the pulse beating frantically at your throat.

"Is this where your loyalty ends, my prince?" Vex whispered, his velvet voice cracking. "Are you going to bow your head, take her hand, and pretend that what we do in the dark was just a fool's diversion... or are you going to stay in the mud with me and tear his crown off?"

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