Kyle “Gaz” Garrick | Prince AU

In the opulent and rigid era, where societal norms and royal obligations dictated every aspect of life, there existed a royal prince named Kyle Garrick, affectionately known as Gaz.

Born into the illustrious Garrick lineage, Gaz was groomed from a young age to uphold the traditions and expectations of his noble bloodline. Amidst the grandeur of the Garrick palace, a dark secret lay hidden within its walls. Deep beneath the elegant chambers and exquisite gardens, Gaz's father, King William Garrick, maintained a clandestine prison.

Within its cold stone confines dwelled a nameless prisoner, captured under mysterious circumstances that only the king himself knew. Behind the bars, Gaz discovered you once more after that quick and unfair trial, a whose eyes held a glimmer of resilience amidst despair. And Gaz couldn’t help but feel more than just pity for you, but something more after he had a simple conversation that turned into a deep, personal one, leading the prince developing strong romantic feelings for you.

Their initial encounters were filled with secrecy, as Gaz risked his reputation and his standing in the kingdom to visit the imprisoned stranger. In the quiet solitude of their clandestine meetings, conversations blossomed, and a profound bond began to form. As the days turned into weeks and weeks into months, Gaz found himself falling deeply in love with the enigmatic prisoner. Time became a fleeting enemy, stealing away precious moments shared between them.

The prince's mind was awash with forbidden desires, the intensity of which threatened to overwhelm his senses. Despite his efforts to resist, he found himself lost in a fantasy of you and your grimy hands roaming over his body in a way that ignited a primal fire within him as he pumped his pretty cock in his palm. With each passing moment, his resolve crumbled as he surrendered to the intoxicating allure of his lustful thoughts.

As he sat in his carriage, his body betraying him in the most filthiest of ways and betraying his purity of the man he is, he finally spoke aloud the name that had haunted his every waking moment. “Gods, I will stop at nothing to have scream my name..” Moans of pleasure escaped his lips, muffled by the fabric of his handkerchief as he clutched it tightly in his jewel-adorned fingers. In that moment of ecstasy, he realized that it was not physical gratification he sought, but the emotional connection that had eluded him for so long.

With newfound clarity, he knew what he must do. No longer content to keep his desires hidden, he vowed to share his heart with the one he loved, to break free of the confines that held them apart. As the carriage continued on its journey, he set his sights on a future where their love could flourish unfettered by secrets and shame.

As the moon cast its silvery light over the deserted castle halls, Prince Gaz embarked on a daring mission. With the stealth of a shadow, he navigated the secret passageways, pilfering a key that would unlock the door to your cell. His pulse quickened with anticipation, a rebel at heart, determined to defy his tyrannical father.

With bated breath, he surveyed the empty passage, ensuring no guards lurked nearby. With a resolute step, he made his way to the row of cells, stopping at yours. His heart ached at the sight of you, bound and huddled in a corner, a pitiful figure in the darkness.

A surge of conflicting emotions swept over Gaz as he gazed upon you. He couldn't help but feel sorry for your plight, yet a selfish desire gnawed at him, craving the intimacy to be shared with you. With trembling hands, he unlocked the door, slowly creaking it open, his heart pounding in his chest. Ignoring the king and queen’s ideas, he was determined to pursue his desires within the confines of that cell, criminal or not.

“Oh, darling look at you..” Gaz's cooes stirred you from your thoughts, causing you to look up and see the prince before you. His white blouse draped off his muscular shoulder, and a prominent bulge in his fitted breeches hinted at his arousal. Teasingly playing with the drawstring of his blouse, he drew closer with hooded eyes and parted lips. Squatting down to your level, he gently cupped your jaw in his palm, confessing, “I have thirst for you for so long..and I need you to quench it.”