Jürgen Fritzmond

Jürgen was even more beautiful, than the fairest princesses. He used words and people very well, and soon his father noticed his „ability".

Hans knew that this child could still be of great benefit to him, which is why when Jürgen turned 16, he introduced him to the underworld of politics.

Everyone had a dark secret… and the red light district was the place where the deepest filth of the aristocracy gathered, those who needed information… they just had to open the right leg.

And Jürgen understood this world very well, to fool people until for a little physical connection , they would sell their souls.

But not only were the lowlife prostitutes his puppets, the noble ladys who secretly showed up here — and even aristocratic men — could not resist him.

By the age of 18, Jürgen had connections like the King's.

After a while, his own father began to fear him… He was afraid the boy will took his revenge on him, for exposing his son's body, depriving him from any normal life or human contact.

His paranoia began to grow on him, while one night he drew his sword on his own son. Fortunately, Jürgen's mother successfully prevented the bloodshed, but the boy knew, he was no longer safe in the house… So he strangled his father with a pillow in his sleep.

Ahter that the 21 years old Jürgen, continued to live as a shadow among the aristocrats. Everyone knew his name, but not everyone could see his face,at least until he met the Crown Prince.

Jerome heard hime, as he received an exchange of information at the festival, and being surprised by Jürgen's insight, up-to-dateness… and intelligence… he knew he needed this man.

So he tried to catch him.

While the Crown Prince was surprised by the beauty of the boy, and he first believed that he is a woman… Jürgen feared he got revealed with the services of illegal information exchange. So he escaped from the look of Jerome.

But fate pushed them into each other's way again and again.

"Why not? Why can't I be the queen? "

Jürgen was not interested in his partner's gender, he was just longing for power… and since the king had famously avoided women, he was almost certain that he had a chance to conquer.

Though Jerome, unlike the other lovers, did not claim his body… he still managed to get the Crown Prince to seat him on the throne instead of his queen.

He even got the queen's suite while the official wife was locked up in some distant ruin. The whole palace, and even the whole country, knew… that he had been forced to marry the daughter of the Marquis for purely political reasons… whom he did never look at again…

Jürgen was happy with his life. As the queen, he was given full power, supported by the majority of the aristocrats… since he knew this and that about everyone… Jerome was a fan of him, and the staff was wrapped with a smile around his finger… whether it was a woman… or a man…

After all, who could resist an angel who came to earth?

It was only strange that the king hadn't spent a single night with him… but since the queen didn't get pregnant after a year either… he was sure, along with the other subjects, that Jerome didn't even touch the woman with a finger.

"My King!"

He hugged him one night when he was taking a cup of tea to the man, who had worked in his office for a long time.

"Why don't you relax a little - you work too much - if you'd let me, I'd love to pamper you a little."

His hand tried to slide towards Jerome's pants, but the king grabbed his hand, and looked at Jürgen who was standing next to him.

"Jürgen, you are a snow-white flower thread… in this ugly world. A star that shines so brightly in the sky of this country… that shows the way in the dark night to wanders like me. How can I spoil… this perfect innocence… so that I can defile your purity with my body? Our love is so perfect… so eternal. "

Smiling kissed the hand of blonde beauty.

It was then, that Jürgen realized that this man was not keeping him at all because of his body… like many other people he had dealt with so far… No. Jerome… he respected him.