There is something discomfiting about the halls of King Urtusk’s castle. It wasn’t anything Caleb was able to put his finger on while he and his procession made their way through the grounds of the citadel, it came much later, when he’d exited the lavish carriage he rode in alongside his Lord, Trent Ikithon, silently following along and watching. Observing the behaviour of everyone they passed and cataloguing their actions, their words, unsure of what Ikithon would request in his debrief later in the day.
After he is…gifted to the King.
Arcanist prodigy Caleb is gifted to King Fjord Urtusk with ulterior motives from Ikithon.
I couldn't find the spoons to finish this story properly so the final chapter is an outline of where I was going with this fic. Sorry all, thank you for staying with me though. <3
- Part 1 of Sworn Fealty
“You haven’t come by in far too long, darlin’,” Fjord purred in Caleb’s ear, sliding the jacket from his shoulders and pawing at his hips until the sleeveless shirt beneath came untucked and he could peruse the newly uncovered skin at his leisure, with questing claws and callused fingertips. “I’ve missed you.”
“You have seen me on and off all day, your Majesty-“
“No,” the growl was a warning and a promise rolled into once as he pulled Caleb in by the hips until they were flush against each other. “Not here. You call me by my name, Caleb.”
A pw/p introduction to the Royalty AU: Sworn Fealty
- Part 2 of Sworn Fealty