Chapter 13

It seemed that her selfish qualities had been passed on to her children.

If Cillian was to join the prince’s retainers, would Pari always be the submissive lover, or would he grow bored and demand being the dominant, the aggressor, the punisher, for his own sexual kicks? Whether for punishment or sex, it was the whipping that gave Pari and Pepys their gratification. Which would he prefer?

It would be merely trading one harsh situation for another.

Cillian reached for rope tying the prince’s wrists and began untying them.

“Not yet,” a soft voice said in his ear from behind him.

Cillian jumped finding King Malo standing next to him. He dropped to his knees at the king’s slippered feet. The monarch stood over him, in a silk dressing gown and bareheaded.

“Please rise, Cillian,” he said in the same soft tone. Cillian looked up at him and the king crooked a finger underneath his chin.