The Traitor's Mercy: (An MM Dark Fantasy Romance) (Starian Cycle Book 1) by Iris Foxglove

Author:Iris Foxglove [Foxglove, Iris]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Belladonna Press
Published: 2021-02-23T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Why did the king set your debt at fifteen hundred crowns?

It took Laurent a moment to understand the question—to say he was distracted was an understatement. Sabre was tied up by his hair, and if he only knew how beautiful he looked like this, one of the old stories about sacrifices left for the gods of the sea, beautifully dressed and presented in due reverence for the old ones to drag down into the dark and devour.

Even if he couldn’t quite remember that story, or why he knew it. The capital of Staria was at least a day’s hard ride to the coast, more if you were going north, and their stories were more about noble knights than sea gods. Maybe he’d heard it from Rose, in one of her books. Either way, it didn’t change that Sabre looked like an offering, displayed and adorned as he was.

Sabre’s debt was astronomical. It was one reason why Laurent thought his house would be the only one to help him achieve it, but he’d thought that was the point. Not that there was an actual reasoning behind Emile setting it at that exact number. Laurent was having a difficult time thinking about that, though, because he was only thinking about Sabre as the sacrifice and he, Laurent, as the monster.

But he wasn’t, not now. This was Isiodore’s night, bought and paid for, and from the look of it, Sabre was going under even despite his clear distress...or perhaps because of it. And that’s how it should be. Laurent had chosen well, and they were gorgeous together. Sabre, trembling in his delicious fear with his cock rising from between his legs, and Isiodore, as put together as ever, his sharp features composed, his commands falling nearly with the same weight as the king’s.

“Oh, I do, Your Grace,” Laurent said, shaking himself for a moment. “They did him a disservice, didn’t they, not sending him to the houses sooner? Think how easier it would have been, for him. No weight of expectations, just the weight of a man’s cock in his mouth.”

“He would have taken to the training with a bit more grace, I think, than he did to nobility. A pity no one saw to him, he could have been married off to some adoring noble, kept safe from the perfidy and machinations of the Court.” Isiodore did something with his hand holding the knife that made Sabre gasp and twitch, hanging there, and Laurent was momentarily impressed at Isiodore’s ability to hold a conversation with a knife under an attractive man’s cock, who was panting and so close to begging already. “But that’s always been the way they failed you, hasn’t it, Sabre? They never did want to take you as you were. Sent you to me, thought perhaps your innate desire to serve would impress me.”

“My father,” Sabre whispered. “He…he always said that…”

“What’s that?” Isiodore pulled the knife back, traced it up Sabre’s chest, the silver flashing against his skin. “Finish your sentences, I’ve no use for whores who can’t carry a conversation.

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