devour innocence

"Of course, my King", Magnus vowed, not a moment of hesitation, though part of him knew he maybe should have at least considered what he agreed to here. But disobeying the King was certainly not an option to the young noble. He could feel his heart racing, noticing the dim light and the quietness around them, the noise of the castle feeling so very far away. Nobody was likely to see or hear them here, he realized. For a moment, his heart seemed to skip a beat, almost as if Magnus's subconscious mind anticipated that the king may have something more in mind for him than a regular servant's duties.

If he even decided to pop that cherry tonight.

"That is good. Not everyone is loyal."

He walked deeper, few of the lanterns lit now. In the dark, lit mainly by the moon, he felt like a predator. A master of the hunt, stalking prey. His eyes drifted back to the boy from time to time.