Luciferjl

Aragon, a village-born boy with exceptional swordsmanship skills, discovers his lineage as a descendant of a legendary swordsman. He embarks on a quest to conquer challenges, unravel old secrets, and face dark forces. Along the way, he forges alliances, inspires hope, and confronts personal trials. As he navigates political intrigue and battles for the throne, Aragon's journey becomes a path of self-discovery and the true meaning of power. 

(The characters in this story and everything is wholly fictional.18+ and also it may contain some adult and mature content. And it is a completely fictional and imaginary world in which the events of the story take place.) 
NO NTR OR YURI

Monarch of Slaughter

Aragon followed Norchelle into her room. Aragon had never felt this way about a woman before, and he was eager to explore his new feelings for her. They had long conversations, and they both enjoyed each other's company. And the meaningful glances she was giving him added to his growing affection. Aragon liked her, and it was the first time he liked a woman. He liked being with her, and he liked talking with her. He found himself wanting to spend more time with her and get to know her better.

Now they were both in the room with the door closed.

Their bodies entwined as they kept kissing. Aragon was being pretty calm. And seeing him so calm, Norchelle asked, "How are you calm, when I am so tense?"  "I am the one who should be calm."

"There is nothing to feel anxious about." Aragon held her in an embrace.

Aragon moved back and smirked. Norchellle had a confused look on her face.

Norchelle's chambers.