This is my first time writing for Captive Prince, but the call was too strong to resist after reading the books. This is a bit of a gift for @hashtag-eruri for getting me into the series!
âIt is a rather fine throne.â
 Indeed, it was. The throne at the center of the palace at Ios seemed to flow out from the walls themselves, a carved seat of white marble, padded with a cushion of down and linen. It was, well and truly, a seat fit for a king.
 Even so, Laurent seemed rather displeased with it, sitting straight-backed, legs crossed, his mouth pursed in irritation. âIt doesnât suit me,â was his final assessment.
 "No, it doesnât.â Ignoring the dismissive look that earned him, Damen knelt before the throne, one hand coming to rest on Laurentâs knee. "Thereâs one that suits you, you know, back in Vere.â
 There was something distant in Laurentâs eyes, something wistful in his voice when he replied, âOne day Iâll claim it.â
 "One day?â Damenâs hand slid down along Laurentâs bare thigh as he spoke, sword callouses dragging along silken skin. The chiton suited him, at least, even if the throne didnât. "Why not now?â
 "Are you in such a rush to be rid of me?â Laurent seemed amused by the idea, sinking deeper into the throne as he spoke, sinking down into Damenâs arms.
 "Not at all.â Earnest as always. âBut the longer you wait to return, the greater the risk of another usurper rising.â
 "Iâm aware,â Laurent said, sliding his fingers into Damenâs hair, carding through the thick curls with practiced ease, giving a warm shiver when Damenâs arms looped around his waist. "But I have the whole of Akielos at my back. Iâm not worried.â
 "It feels nice,â Laurent admitted, a soft, genuine smile blooming across his face. âI never thought there would come a time when I had no need to worry.â
 To that, Damen could only smile.
 "Youâve thought about it, havenât you?â Laurentâs left hand slid lower, his thumb stroking along the curve of Damenâs cheek, and he shivered when a soft kiss was pressed to his palm. âPeace.â The word was spoken softly, as though it were sacred.