Thorn
Jürgen had just enough of part in satisfying bodily desires in his young years… when he had to fuck someone different day by day, until he sniffed out the information he needed… this new, fresh relationship was exactly to his liking. He didn't mind if he didn't have to expose his body anymore, for a crumb of a little power.
As the months passed and the country flourished, the people also fully accepted their relationship, as he is the other half of the king.
Everything was perfect… Just… the girl in the distant castle. She was a thorn in his eyes.
He was at Jerome's side day and night, if not… then the king left the capital or the country for diplomatic reasons… so he had no chance to visit the Vanderberg girl…
"Why hasn't she gotten pregnant yet? Maybe the king really never touched her? Or maybe she is barren? "
He pondered on the problem more and more… as it was no coincidence that the previous king wanted Ariana Tia Vanderberg as Crown Princess.
At that time, the man was still spinning in circles, where he could even hear what he was not curious about.
"I remember ... the Vanderbergs are one of the richest aristocratic families in the country… and since the queen is the only heir… if something happened to her… there are plenty of mines, what would go to the royal family… It's just worrying that the parents are still very healthy … In any case, that little slut must give birth to the heir… as the prince cries… the girl becomes unnecessary… since the young prince will be the heir of everything… Hm… "
Leaning back in his armchair…
"How many money-hungry freaks are waiting for to tear up the mines among themselves… heheh ... it will be easier to get rid of the queen, than stealing a candy from a child… it's just… she should get pregnant."
He knocked on the oak table with his pen, while thinking about his options.
It was a warm spring day when Jerome had to leave the capital for a while, because of the rebellions.
The servants helped Jürgen with his usual oriental-style clothes. These outfits became a special feature, because while men in the country wore tight pants, Jürgen wore buggy pants, a toga-like outfit… so for men, it was easier to accept that the choice of their heart was not a woman… because her beauty and dress were not so striking, masculine.
He had known this trick for a long time.
And… his narcissistic personality knew very well, how good he looked in light spring colors… in a gold-stitched dress.
That day, he was just buried in an office job… when he couldn't find a report.
"Maybe it was left in the king's study."
As the king and queen bedrooms and study rooms were in one wing, he seamlessly went into Jerome's study.
In vain did he look at the papers there, the report douesn't got into his hands.
"Damn, I have to finish this today… Maybe the bedroom?"
The king's study and bedroom were connected by another door, so it was possible to move from one to the other unnoticed.
Jürgen searched for the paper around the armchair and bed, hoping that the king had read it before going to bed… and forgot it there.
"Nowhere… I'd better ask from Stewart!"
He set off angrily to tell his assistant, when he tripped on the carpet.
"Ah!"
He didn't fall, he managed to hold on to one of the trophies ont he wall, it was a deer antler… but then he heard a crackling sound.
"Damn it! Did I break it? "
He looked up scared, but the trophy was intact, maybe it slid a little lower down the wall…
"The wall…"
However, the wall opened next to it and a narrow tunnel lit by torches opened before him.
"What the… holy hell… is that?"