Jude's Choices

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(Prince Alaric)

When I went to the dungeons in search of a new personal servant, I was expecting some poor, feeble, nerve-wrecked souls searching for a hope in a hopeless situation. Someone who may or may not last longer than a month due to an assassination attempt gone awry or by their own foolishness of an unbridled tongue. I wasn't expecting to come across her.

A nimble-fingered woman who supposedly got abandoned by her so-called "friends". Sent to meet the executioner's blade like a sacrificial lamb.

Judith Bain.

Despite the dirt and grime covering her small frame, she stood out like a torch in never-ending darkness. A thick, dark, curly mane that flowed past her shoulders and down her back. Dark, sun-kissed skin clothed her curvy frame. When I finally got a glimpse of her face...

By the gods... Dark, perfectly arched brows framed her almond-shaped eyes. A slightly broad nose, delicately chiseled cheekbones, a sharp jawline, full, soft lips that looked to give kisses sweeter than our finest wines...

And those eyes... Bright goldish-brown eyes that come alive with one of the few rays of sunshine make through that dank hell. They could put any gold coin in the royal treasury to shame. But more than that, they weren't easily readable.

She was gorgeous, intriguing... and I immediately knew the beauty had to be mine.

Judith proved to be more than just a lovely face and a naturally submissive woman, despite her efforts of trying to make it seem so. She was always thinking. Those golden brown eyes never seemed to stay still for long, something I noticed that became apparent after her first brush with poison. The only time those eyes seemed to focus on a single thing was when they were trained on me.

At first, those eyes were more cautious. More distant. Seeing me as nothing more than a shield from the chopping block. An unknown irritation she was unfortunate enough to be chained to.

But it wasn't until after she stole my mother's signet ring... after my lips finally came off of hers from our first kiss, I noticed the shift in her gaze.

There was a warmth that was slowly creeping in, softening the steely, unforgiving gold to warm golden honey brown. A spark of fondness that grew into a beckon of affection. Little by little, the impenetrable mask of a dutiful but indifferent servant lowered to show the true face of the woman underneath.

Witty, sarcastic, sassy, and unintentionally funny. Her childlike wonder for the simple pleasures, such as being in the presence of animals, books, art, and nature. The sweet and attentive nature as she tenderly wiped the boar's blood from my face. The adorable, shy demeanor that takes over whenever I shamelessly flirt, touch, and tease her.

Her beauty went beyond just her physical appearancem and I couldn't help but feel captivated by her...

When she finally gave in to the undeniable attraction brewing between us and allowed me to show her pleasure she's never known, I realized how I had never felt closer to someone in my life. According to the court's titillating gossip, I was a notorious rake with an insatiable appetite. While those things aren't false, I never felt anything towards anyone outside of a one-time desire. With Judith, however...

It was more than that. More than mapping the goosebumps that dotted her soft skin like mini hills. More than just learning the secrets of her body that she refused to give to another, until she found herself under the royal covers. More than finally discovering her unique, sweet taste as I ravish the most intimate part of her body. More than feeling the perfection of her inner heat, drawing me in to the cusp of completion and marking her from within.

She became more than a servant at my command—more than a body to add as a notch onto my bedpost. 

She saw me as a man, not just a mannequin whose crown was to adorn his head. She was someone who looked up to me and spoke to me with unwavering certainty of my abilities to rule that my own parents criticized and doubted for years. She's someone who stayed by my side when I was at my weakest, delirious with fever, with a slim chance of seeing tomorrow's first light. She was the first face I saw upon waking from what felt like an endless nightmare; dark circles marred her undereyes, but it didn't take away from her beauty. She's someone who offered her presence at night and dealt with my increasing moodiness during the day as my personal nurse. She's someone who made her opinions known, not caring for my ire and stubbornness when I was endangering my health for the sake of the realm. 

She's someone who, before admittedly but unintentionally, told me she cares about me, and showed it.

She's someone who asks me for nothing, expects nothing... and yet, in my eyes, she deserved the entire world.

Falling in love with her was so sudden, almost alarming in its intensity... but clicked in place like the final puzzle piece to my soul. My heart knew and understood the truth.

I love her. 

With such knowledge residing in my heart as I held her close in a dance before everyone in this godsforsaken court, I found it difficult to keep up my stoic mask. I felt myself unraveling as I looked at her angelic face, flushed with embarrassment at my possessive touch as I pulled her closer. I felt the desperation clawing at me from the inside as those warm, honey colored eyes met my dark gaze.

'I can't hold back any longer. I have to tell her. I need to know if she feels the same...'

"Follow me," I quietly said to her. Judith gave a slight nod, allowing me to spin her across and through the throngs of couples on the floor before pulling her outside onto the balcony. Silently, I shut the doors to block the world of the court. I turned to find questioning and weary eyes looking back at me with mild disapproval.

"You have a tremendous amount of audacity for dancing with me like that in front of the entire court," she lightly chided with a sharp click of her tongue. A muscle of my jaw ticked at the mention of those fools as I stepped closer to her.

"Do you know what it felt like being in there? Having to watch those nobles flutter around you as if they possess the right to be within your vicinity?" Judith took a slight step back, clearly baffled by my question.

"Alaric--" Damn, my name never sounded so sweet before her. I can't stay away. I closed the distance between us, staring imploringly into those otherworldly eyes as I cupped my angel's face.

"From the moment I saw you, I knew I had to have you. That you were to be mine... Always at my side, always supporting me, always impossible to read. I had believed in the beginning that you were just another servant. Forgettable. Replaceable..." I allowed one of my hands to trail downwards, tracing the elegant line of her neck and feeling the prancing of her pulse beneath the sensitive skin.

"But now... everything changed. I can no longer walk into a room without my eyes immediately seeking out your signature silhouette. I find it harder to breathe knowing you're not by my side. I..." I couldn't help but trail off, trying to read the emotions in her eyes.

Surprise, uncertainty, and just something warm hidden underneath...

"I find myself needing you always. Not just needing you, but needing you and you alone. Above every advisor, every guard, every noble... I need you, Judith..." The confession hung in the air, and the only thing she allowed to slip was the slight widening of her eyes. Though her heart, still thrumming under my fingertips, told a different tale.

Judith cleared her throat and, much to my heart's dismay, pulled away.

"Alaric, certainly you can't mean that. Have you forgotten? You're a Prince--the Prince Regent! The soon-to-be King of Sybarith! I'm just--" I let out a frustrated growl and stepped into her space again.

"Judith, don't you get it? I don't care. I don't care about appropriateness. I don't care about titles. I don't care what this damned court has to say. I care about you," I stressed, feeling the desperation weighing in my chest. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her back in to satisfy my need to have her near. I rested my forehead against hers, finding those honey brown eyes staring back at me.

"Will you truly make me say it," I asked her softly with a pinched brow. She bit her lip, averting her gaze.

"Say what, Your Highness," she asked instead. It was enough to break me. My hands cradled her face with a slight tremor, all the nervous energy and neediness turning to a head. Those eyes snapped back to me in an instant.

"I... I love you, Judith," I said, breathless at the weight of those three little words. I heard the soft intake of breath as Judith looked back at me, at a loss.

"You... truly..." she trailed off, as if she could bring herself to say it. I shut my eyes, stealing those plush lips in a desperate kiss. I groaned at the taste of her, allowing my fingers to scale up her spine to urge her closer.

"I love you, and it's the most maddening experience I have ever encountered. You weren't supposed to matter at all, but now... you're everything--my everything," I whispered heatedly against her mouth. I opened my eyes to find hers looking back, beautiful and yet still unreadable. I placed one of her hands over my heart.

"Do you feel the same," I implored softly. Those golden eyes darkened before she surged up to place a searing kiss on my lips. I stumbled back at the sudden force, but quickly returned the passionate kiss. I felt a brief bite to my lower lip before she pulled back.

"You want me to say it? Then get on your knees and prove how much you deserve those three words," she whispered heatedly, her voice taking on a husky edge that almost immediately made my blood run hot. I couldn't help but stare at her, shocked at her brazenness but aroused by her authority. My hands trailed down to her hips, needing something to hold on to.

"You're really going to make me work for it? After I've bared my heart to you this way," I questioned her. Her brow quirked in answer before pushing me back with a single finger and a hardened command.

"On. Your. Knees. Your Highness." I bit my lip as I felt my pants tighten, lowering myself before her in obedience.

"I am at your command, my love. What would you have me do?" Her hand found my chin, guiding my gaze upwards. Her eyes took on a familiar heat, just barely masking that same hidden warmth that she determined to keep from me.

"Tell me what you love about me," she prompted before releasing me. I surged up to kiss her neck, my fingers seeking the ties to her dress. I spoke with a husky rasp as I allowed the sensation of her to overtake me.

"I love how you trust me. How you follow my lead so naturally, like we were made for each other..." Her dress fell with a hushed whisper, leaving her mostly bare, save for her underwear. My hands found her breasts, circling her hardening nubs with my thumbs as I trailed kisses down to her collarbone. I heard her let out a soft moan at the attention, arching her back to seek more. I lowered my mouth to her soft mounds, teasingly brushing a kiss against the hardened peaks. She moaned a little louder, arching further in a silent plea. Unable to deny her anything, I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently in the way I knew she liked.

"Ohhhhh..." came the rumbling purr, the sound sending a shiver up my spine.

"I love your strength. The way you fight for your beliefs and how you fight for me," I murmured breathlessly. Her breath hitched as she felt my fingers leave a burning trail down her stomach, to her inner thighs. A soft groan escaped me as I found her underwear already damp. I almost tore the fabric in my impatient eagerness, feeling along her wet slit. I turned my attention to her other breast, working my tongue around her neglected nipple to make her melt further.

"I love how your body responds to mine. How wet you get when I touch you just right..." I lightly brushed a nail against her hidden pearl, causing a whistling hiss to escape her teeth. I looked up into her molten gaze.

"Say it, my beloved. Tell me that you love me," I said in growing insistence. Those lips tilted up in a wicked smirk.

"Tsk, tsk. I will say it when you've earned it, Your Highness. And not a moment before." I groaned, lightly biting her nipple in protest. A breathless gasp left her lungs.

"You're impossible," I playfully accused, which only made her smirk grow a fraction wider. 

"And you love it," she shot back. And I did. Gods, I love everything about this woman. I kissed down her body, worshipping her soft skin with utter devotion. I mouthed around her navel when I felt her fingers tangle in my hair, giving it a gentle tug.

"Your mouth. I need your mouth on me, now," she demanded. I licked my lips at the command.

"As my darling demands," I conceded. I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her up to me before leaning forward to partake in one of my favorite meals.

"Oh gods, yes-!" her hips arched against my hungry mouth, grinding her sweet pearl against my suckling mouth. I let out an answering groan, the vibrations of it making her cry out for me. I slowly moved lower, thrusting my tongue into her perfect heat.

"Mmmmm, you taste divine, my sweet. What I would give to taste you like this for the rest of my life," I mumbled against her. Her answering whimper and slow drip of her wetness into my mouth was an answer enough. I gripped her thigh in a lustful growl.

'Gods, she's perfection...'

I swapped my tongue with my fingers, determined to make my angel fall apart with a love confession on her sweet lips. I gave firm licks to her swollen pearl as my fingers curled to massage the perfect spot inside her that'll make her see stars. It didn't take long before her thighs locked around my head, and a cry of my name echoed into the night. I worked her through her orgasm until she was pushing me away from overstimulation. I rose with her lingering essence on my mouth and a frustrated glare as I was still unfulfilled.

"Still nothing? You're killing me," I huffed. She let out an amused chuckle, pressing her naked body into me.

"You're gonna have to try harder if you want to get what you want," she drawled with a teasing grin. She reached up to kiss me, tasting what was left of her release on my lips. I groaned, thrusting my tongue into her mouth so she could get a better taste, which she answered with a moan.

"Mmm... I taste good on you," she purred, tracing my lips with a finger. I squeezed her waist yearningly.

"Please, my love. I need to hear it," I pleaded, which she silenced with a torturous kiss.

"Not yet, Your Highness. Show me more." Before I could protest, those small hands peeled away at my clothes. Soft lips making contact with each new inch of skin made available. Her hands ran over my bare arms, letting out a soft noise of appreciation. 

"Gods... you're perfection, Alaric," she whispered into my neck, punctuating the praise with a kiss. That sinful mouth made its way down, a kiss above my heart, a playful nibble at a nipple, a slow outline of my abs with her tongue...

She slowed her journey as she studied my recent scars, her kisses tender.

"These will forever remind me of how close I was to losing you. That I should cherish every kiss, every touch, every word, every breath with you," she whispered. I screwed my eyes shut at the admission, grasping at the railing behind me. Her hands moved further south, making quick work of my breeches and undergarments to reveal my hard, thick length. Oh, how I ached...

She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the tip.

"And this... this is mine tonight..." 

"Gods-- please--" I hissed before letting out a guttural moan. The minx licked the slit as she slowly pumped me, twisting her wrist as she reached the crown. I looked down to watch her give the head another kiss.

"All this... for me," she asked. I groaned aloud, jerking my hips forward.

"Stop teasing. I need you--please!" She gracefully rose with give me a soft kiss.

"I want to look you in your eyes as you take me, Alaric," she said. Without a delay, I lifted her onto the wide stone railing, holding her securely as I stepped into her beautifully spread thighs. I stole another kiss, lining my hard length to her entrance.

"I got you, my love," I whispered against her lips as I began to enter her slowly. She never looked away from me as I sank into her, rolling my hips for the last bit to hit that perfect angle. She gasped.

"Gods, I love how perfect you are for me," I said reverently. I set a slow yet steady pace, enough for her to ease into it and enough for her to take the pleasure she needs. Soon enough, she was rolling her hips down to meet me, bringing me in deeper.

"Oh, yes, Alaric. Almost... you're almost there, don't stop..." I growled, tightening my grip on her waist as I drove into her harder, still chasing the one thing I desired most.

"Say it, my love. I need to hear it," I growled in her ear. Judith shook her head.

"I-I can't... I need-" I kissed her before pulling back to look into her eyes.

"Do you want to know when I knew? When I first realized I loved you," I asked heatedly against her moaning mouth. Her eyes lit up with curiosity, allowing me to press forward.

"It was when you stayed by my side in my feverish delirium. I remember your tentative touch with a cool cloth, your quiet company as you held my hand, your blessed kiss when the fever burned through my blood--" I moaned as I felt her walls flutter around me.

"When everyone else gave up on my life, you stayed. You fought for me..." Judith's arms wound around my neck to pull me closer, keeping her eyes locked on mine.

"More, my Prince. Tell me more," she pleaded, eyes burning with the same emotion brewing inside me.

"I knew that I would never want anyone else. You became my everything. You were the one I could ever love," I admitted, letting her see the vulnerability in me.

"Gods-- I'm going to--" she let out a broken gasp as she ground down on me harder, chasing her high. I growled, stilling her hips as I continued to thrust into her.

"Not until you say it. Say it!" She cradled my face as she finally let her guard down, letting me see what she had tried to hide for some time. The unbridled warmth, the unbashed adoration, the overflowing emotion of-

"I love you. Gods above, how much I love you, Alaric," she quietly confessed, sealing it with a sweet kiss. It was enough to shatter both of us. With one more final thrust, I felt her walls tighten around me, milking me for everything I was worth.

"Judith...!"

"Mmm, Alaric!"

I collapsed against her before bringing her down to the ground, still buried inside her. I nuzzled her cheek as we sought to catch our breath.

"Say it one more time, my angel. Please... I need to hear it again," I begged. Judith gifted me with a gentle smile, the warm honey eyes soft on my face.

"I love you, Alaric. I'm completely, utterly yours..." I sighed dreamily. 

'Sweeter words have never been spoken.' I pulled her closer, nuzzling her neck as I wrapped my arms around her with no intention of letting her leave me.

"You have no idea how much this means to me. I love you, Judith. You are my heart," I whispered. She kissed me once more, sinking into me in sweet surrender.

Jun wasn't the type of man known to relax. Ever since he was a young boy, he always kept busy. From his studies to helping his parents take care of his little sisters, Jun was always doing something that meant productivity. In a way, it meant he stuck to himself most of the time. Not really one for parties or popular social events, Jun found the company of "me, myself, and I" to be enough for him.

He was mainly known as stoic. Kind, polite, but in many ways, a little difficult to read.

It's rare to see the man caught off guard or flustered... something that seemed to happen with increasing frequency ever since meeting Nick's childhood best friend, Jude Thorn. The murder mystery author Nick always fondly spoke of. Nick had a collection of his books in his house, even reading his latest release at least four times before he died. 

Their first meeting was orchestrated by one idiot tech bro and Jun's former employer, Steve Bashir. After catching and bringing the young man into the circle of his arms to prevent him from taking an impromptu dip in Nick's pool, Jun was secretly taken by surprise when those deep brown eyes met his. Nick had last seen his best friend two years prior, right before he hired Jun as his bodyguard. So Jun never met Nick's childhood friend in person before and their monthly Zoom calls were usually done when Jun wasn't around. 

Granted, Jun could've utilized the internet to see what the mystery author looked like... but if Jun was honest, he doesn't think that any online photos would do Jude justice.

Jude was a few inches shorter than Jun's 6'2 height, probably 5'9 to 5'10 if he had to guess. The young man had flawless dark skin, dark low buzzed cut hair, gently chiseled facial features, thick softly arched brows, long dark lashes that framed his deep brown eyes, a straight flat nose, and full soft lips. The author had a build that Jun would've expected from someone who sits at a desk and writes for a living, a bit on the thin side but he still felt the lean muscles through the man's suit.

To make a long assessment of the mysterious writer short... Jun had eyes, and he could clearly see that Jude was a very handsome man. Jun, who was normally attracted to women, found the feeling odd but... not unwelcoming.

And that feeling only grew as he slowly discovered that Jude was more than a pretty face. Jun spent a lot of time around self-entitled, selfish, and mean-spirited millionaires and billionaires. Save a few people, like his boss and his friends (well... some of them). But Jude was a breath of fresh air in the million-dollar mansion. 

Jude grew up with Nick. While his best friend grew up to be a self-made man with wealth that could easily support his great-great-great grandchildren, Jude was still considered "midlist" at best, according to him at least. But that was the thing. 

Jude was humble, he kept Nick humble. 

Whether he knew it or not, Nick was always deeply influenced by the other. He helped Nick remain one of the purer individuals of the upper crest. While Jun preferred to keep things strictly professional, he could admit that he saw Nick as a friend. A friend who cared about him and his well-being, no matter how often he insisted that he was fine. 

He could see that in Jude as well...

After finding Nick's body and finalizing that his death wasn't a suicide but a murder, Jude was the one trying to gain justice for his best friend. While doing his best to catch the killer before they took the lives of the ones Nick cared about (Jun still scratches his head over how he and Steve even became friends quite honestly...), even when they aren't too fond of him or his efforts. 

It's that big heart that Jun admired the most about the mystery author, amongst other things. His cheekiness, patience, witty sarcasm, intellect... 

Jun could feel himself falling for him a little by little. With each private moment with each other, Jun never felt concerned with what was next time or reflecting on the past choices that led them to a certain in their investigation... all he could focus on was Jude.

Even when he, Farah, and Dante stumbled upon Jude standing over Medhani's body, his feelings didn't change. Even when they soon discovered that Nick's time of death was earlier than they originally believed and that Jude himself didn't have an alibi, his feelings didn't change. As Jun sat next to the bone-weary man, he knew that in his gut, in his heart, that Jude wasn't the one behind the murders.

He trusted Jude... and Jude trusted him. He could see it in those dark depths... as well as his quiet desire for him. 

Not Dante.

Not Farah.

Him. 

Jun Seong, the hardass bodyguard who has walls that could rival the Great Wall of China. Jun Seong... who was still a man at the end of the day. A man suddenly weakened by desire at the sight of the author in a tight black tank top and dark red track shorts, which was the author's sleep attire. Jun felt possessed by the simple need to know... 

Just what pleasures, both simple and erotic, could he discover from the man sitting just mere inches away from him? Judging by the look in Jude's eyes, Jun could have it all if he just said the word.

"Jun..." The bodyguard couldn't resist the shiver that made its way down his spine. He secretly loved hearing the author speak. He had a low voice, a sweet smooth timbre that rang pleasantly in his eardrums. He loved how his name sounded from those plush-looking lips.

"Jude...I..." Jun couldn't resist anymore. Not here, where it's just him and Jude in the private, quiet space of his room. Jun leaned in, moving slowly to give the mystery author enough time to pull away. Much to his silent delight, Jude tilted his head to sweetly accept his kiss.

Jun has privately daydreamed about this moment, but reality proved to be so much sweeter. Jude's lips were soft and submissive, accepting everything Jun had to offer and more. He gently took ahold of the smaller man's head, tilting up to deepen the kiss. Those long slender fingers ghosted over his shoulders, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Jun gently bit Jude's bottom lip before pulling away a bit. Jun couldn't help but savor the flushed look on the dark-skinned man's face with greedy eyes.

"I've been wanting to do that for a while now..." Jude slowly blinked as if he was coming back to himself. The author let out a soft chuckle, warming Jun up from the inside out.

"How long," Jude quietly asked. Jun allowed himself to lightly run a finger along Jude's jawline, watching with darkened eyes as those soft lips parted. When he spoke next, his voice came out an octave longer, skirting just on the edge of a growl.

"I think I knew I was hoping for it the night Dante threw that party. But thinking back... since the moment I met you..." Jude's eyes widened in brief surprise before lowering, a coy smile tugging on his mouth.

"Then I think you should kiss me again," he whispered, leaning in again. He gasped when Jun leaned in, gently guiding him on his back as the bodyguard hovered above him. Jun wrapped a muscular arm around his slim waist, pressing him against his naked chest. Jun brushed a faint kiss to his lips, whispering,

"Like this?" Jude bit his lip, his arms finding a comfortable perch around Jun's broad shoulders as his legs parted for Jun to lay on him more comfortably. 

"Yes..." Jun didn't need any more prompting, returning to those soft lips with a quiet sigh. The author relaxed in his arms, accepting his kiss with a soft moan. Jude tightened his hold on Jun's hips with his thighs, silently demanding that Jun come closer. A low groan escaped him, his large hands finding smooth dark thighs, squeezing and caressing them in reverence. He was a fool for thinking he could keep away from such a man. He was a fool for waiting this long to experience this level of intimacy with him. Jude was just so perfect.

Jude playfully nipped Jun's lip, bringing him from his thoughts.

"Jude..." The writer silenced him with another kiss, one of his hands finding their way into his hair while its twin made its way down to his chest to rest over his heart. 

"Just be with me in this moment, Jun," Jude whispered. His lips found the rough stubble of Jun's growing bread of his jaw before teasing a line of teasing kisses along the strong cords of the bodyguard's neck. The shudder that ripped through the muscular body on top of him made the writer grin. A needy groan escaped Jun when he felt those full lips softly suck on his neck. The slow attention was causing blood to rush in between his legs, his slowly awakening arousal twitching against Jude's inner thigh through the soft material of his pajama pants. It was taking everything in his control not to roll his hips against the heat of the warmth of those soft thighs. 

"Good God, Jude," Jun moaned when he felt Jude's teeth leave a teasing bite on the same spot. Jude chuckled, returning to Jun's moaning mouth for another kiss. The kiss immediately turned heated and full lips parted, allowing their tongues to twist and dance between the gap. Jun allowed himself to grow a bit bold, reaching behind the writer to squeeze his ass. Jude let out a moan, arching back into the bodyguard's touch.

"I love seeing you like this," he whispered almost drunkenly against Jun's lips. Jun could only imagine how he looked to the other man. Tousled hair, darkened eyes, kiss-swollen lips, and a flushed complexion. Jun let out a husky chuckle, pecking the other man's lips, lingering for a few moments before slowly pulling away.

"I'm sure. But it's been a long day and tomorrow is gonna be an even longer day. It's best we get some shut-eye." Jude bit his lip, giving a slow nod.

"You're right. I... I could spend the night here if you'd like," Jude offered. Jun raised a brow at the suddenly shy author, before standing over him.

"Jun- whoa!" Jude's question died on his lips when he lifted up by his thighs, his legs coming around Jun's waist. The mystery writer laughed, wrapping his arms around the former Green Beret's neck.

"God, you make that look so easy. And hot," Jude purred, kissing Jun's cheek. The other man chuckled.

"What's the point of being a bodyguard if you can't sweep someone off their feet every once a while," he teased, walking to his pristine made bed. Jude gave a playful grin.

"Fair point... just don't drop me." Jun leaned in, his lips brushing against Jude's ear.

"Wouldn't dream of it." His voice came out a hint of a husky growl, causing the body in his arms to shudder pleasantly. Jun couldn't help but chuckle, setting the smaller man down when they reached his bed. The pair silently slipped under the sheets, Jude leaning into Jun's embrace.

"Are you okay," Jun quietly asked. Jude gave a small shrug, leaning against Jun's naked chest.

"No. But I'm alive," Jude whispered. The arms around him tightened.

"I'll do everything in my power to keep it that way. Get some sleep, Jude. I'm here." The writer let out a content sigh. 

"Thank you, Jun... sweet dreams..." A soft kiss was placed on Jude's neck before Jun felt sleep creep up on him.

I KNEW IT! I FLIPPING KNEW IT!!!!

I’ve been sideeyeing Pete almost since the very beginning! The chip in Nick’s house solidified it for me because if the killer was Steve, it would feel almost too anticlimactic. Like he acts like an idiot but in reality, he was smart? Dude is a stereotypical “tech” bro. It’s not like he’s a Jack Spicer (iykyk). C’mon, the man’s password for his burner phone was 8008, you can not trick me.

In the relationship between Blaine Hayes and Jude Gittens, Blaine was usually known as Jude, like to call him "A menace to society." Or if he's being a little shit, "A terrorist." Either way, Blaine takes on these titles with pride because it is worth seeing his boyfriend's reaction whenever he is bored, turned on, or mischievous.

Jude, his sweet little (according to Blaine's 6'1, 5'9 is little in his books) boyfriend, would usually glare, blush, or throw something at him.

"Blaine, quit being a bloody menace! I'm trying to study!"

"But babe, I want a kiss..."

"You can kiss my ass, Ardona."

"That can be arranged."

"Wha-?! AH! BLAINE, GET OFF-"

At least more than half of those interactions lead to Jude withering against him, clawing at his back as Blaine fucks his brains out.

It's incredibly rare for roles to be reversed, where Blaine is subjected to Jude's advances...

...but that doesn't mean it doesn't happen.

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"You know your father's re-election is coming up, Blaine. You should try talking to the dean to arrange something to help boost the campaign and gather good press-"

"Mom, you've told me this for the past three days. I said I'd talk to the dean on Wednesday," The First Son of Ardona said with an eye roll.

"I don't understand why you couldn't do it when I first told you about it," her mother refuted. The young man pinched the bridge of his nose, mentally counting back from 10.

"I told you I've been busy with another project with Jude. I'm sure I won't hear the end of it if my grade suddenly tanks because I'm organizing an event and not focusing on an assignment that costs 35% of my final grade," he drawled. Amid that moment, his boyfriend walked into his room, already toeing off his sneakers and leaving his bookbag abandoned on one of his chairs.

"Speaking of which, how is he? I haven't heard from him in forever." When Blaine came out with his relationship with the First Son of Rutherland, his parents had mixed reactions. From seeing how well Jude conducted himself, his mother was an instant fan of his new boyfriend. His father was a bit more reserved toward him but still respectful, maybe because he didn't want to cause any issues with Jude's mother seeing how they were all under the new peace treaty she implemented... or because he didn't want to admit that he liked a Rutherlandian.

At least... not yet.

"He's doing great. He's right here if you want to say hi," Blaine offered, thankful to catch a breather. Jude silently chuckled at his boyfriend's reaction, taking the phone from his outstretched hand.

"Hi, Isabella! How are you," Jude greeted sweetly. Blaine stared at his man with an amused grin. To think that they were supposed to hate each other at the beginning of the school year, and now they're in a relationship where Jude was on a first-name basis with his mother.

What a beautiful world he lives in...

"Haha, okay, I'll pass the phone back to your son. But I'll help set up something to help with your husband's campaign. Tell him I said hi when you get the chance. Heh, alright, bye, Isabella," Jude said, handing the phone back to Blaine. The dark skin Ardonian let out a mute groan before taking the phone back.

"Such a sweet young man Jude is! When you're planning to put a ring on that, Blaine?" Blaine felt his eyes near bug out of his skull at the question.

"So! What ideas do you have that I can pitch to the dean for Dad's campaign," Blaine asked hastily, trying to redirect the conversation. His mother huffed.

"Young man, I may have been born at night but wasn't born last night. It's a genuine question-"

"I rather not answer right now. NEXT QUESTION." Jude, listening in, was barely keeping it together as Blaine tried to steer his mother back to the original topic. Just months ago, he was advised to steer clear of the First Son of Ardona. Now the First Lady of Ardona was pestering her son when he would get down on one knee and pop the question.

Isabella is always gushing over him, and it was a bit embarrassing but endearing. Blaine found it a bit annoying from time to time, often complaining how his mother won't shut up about how "sweet" and "proper" he was.

Jude smirked. She doesn't have to know how untoward he could be when her son is concerned...

Catching his boyfriend's eye, Jude slowly raised the helm of his shirt, revealing the toned muscles of his stomach. Blaine could feel his mouth dry up as Jude pulled off his shirt, tossing it in a random direction.

"Blaine!" The Ardonian jolted back into awareness.

"I'm sorry, what," he asked while still eyeing his boyfriend's hands, which were slowly making their way down his chest to the button of his form-fitting jeans.

"I said if you're not going to answer my question about your future wedding, which would be extremely beneficial to both our countries, could you at least arrange some dates. If the press sees you two out together and happy, it will show how open your father is keeping the peace..." Blaine slowly tuned his mom out as Jude dropped his pants, kicking them aside. Blaine's eyes took in every inch of caramel skin exposed to him. Full lips pulled into a smirk as Jude moved towards his motionless boyfriend with a slight sway in his hips.

'Oh shi-' Blaine's mind went blank as Jude crawled towards him on the bed, straddling his hips. Soft lips made contact with the sensitive skin of his neck, leaving soft kisses in their wake. Blaine bit his bottom lip, swallowing back a groan that threatened to escape him.

"So, will you do it?" he heard his mother ask. Blaine forced himself to remember what his mom was asking in the first place.

"Y-Yeah, go on dates. I'll make sure to be the p-perfect gentleman. For g-good press and all that jazz," he answered, a little breathless. He could feel Jude's teeth gently pulling at his earlobe.

"Mom, hold on just one quick second," he said hurriedly before muting the phone.

"Damn, Jude. What are you-"

"Take yourself off of mute," Jude whispered heatedly in his ear. Blaine let out a shudder.

"But I'm on the phone," he protested. Jude rolled his hips, grinding against Blaine's very interested friend.

"I know." Blaine turned to find a devious grin on his boyfriend's face before blushing.

'I've been a bad influence on him, and now I'm about to pay for it...'

"Jude-Ah~" One of his boyfriend's hands found its way under his shirt, lightly scratching his stomach. His head almost banged against the wall; thankfully, Jude's other hand was there to catch him before he gave himself a concussion.

"Take yourself off of mute, Ardona..." Blaine bit his lip. As sudden and risky as this situation was, he found it arousing. The chance that his mom could clue in on what he was up to if he slipped up made his pulse race. Plus, seeing his boyfriend in this dominant position was so rare-where he was at his complete mercy.

He let out a stuttering breath.

"Challenge accepted, Rutherland," he whispered before unmuting his phone.

"Hey, sorry about that, Mom. I had to use the bathroom real quick," he said, resting his other hand on his boyfriend's hip.

"Oh, that's fine. Though, why are you breathing funny?" Blaine let out a small wince when he felt Jude's teeth sink roughly into the skin of his neck.

"I-I hit my knee while I was in there... still have yet to shake it off," he answered.

"Okay... by the way, have you looked into..." The call went on for several more agonizing minutes. Blaine felt like his mother knew what Jude was doing and was trying to see if he'll crack too because just how much stuff could she talk about?!

He's been holding out quite decently, though he let out an occasional shaky breath or a sharp hiss whenever Jude hit one of his sweet spots. His mother would question him, but he just chalked it up to his knee injury. It wasn't until Jude pulled down his sweatpants and boxers that he felt he would break. Feeling Jude's soft lips press teasing kisses and playful licks before taking him in his hot mouth nearly made the Ardonian scream.

And it wasn't at all helping that Jude's near-black eyes were staring into the depths of his soul while his mouth was full of him-

"Blaine, I think you need to check that knee out. It sounds like you're really in pain," his mother said, her voice tinged with worry.

"Y-Yeah, I must've hit it harder than I thought, u-usually it would've faded by now. I'll see if I could get-J-Jude-ah," Blaine let out another hiss, feeling Jude's teeth light graze his sensitive skin.

'Fuuuuuccccckkkkkk, he knows that's one of the quickest ways to make me buss. I need to get off this phone call, NOW.'

"....get Jude to get me an ice pack before we continue our project," he rushed out. His mother let out a hum in agreement.

"Alright, son, you do that. Tell Jude I said goodbye. And don't forget to talk to the dean," she rattled off.

"Mhm, alright, mom. Bye," he rushed out before hanging up and tossing his phone. Jude gave the head a particularly hard suck.

"Fu- Damn babe, you're ruthless today," he groaned, thrusting his hips to get more of his boyfriend's mouth. Jude let him go with a filthy smirk on his face.

"Consider it payback for all the times you terrorized me whenever I was busy," he teased. Jude crawled up to give Blaine a kiss, which he responded to almost immediately. Blaine's hands trailed down Jude's back before reaching the boy's ass. The Rutherlandian sighed softly when he felt his boyfriend's large hands massage his butt.

"So damn thick," Blaine mumbled against his lips as he squeezed the soft mounds. Jude's back bowed into an arch, pushing back into his hands.

"Like that, baby boy," Blaine asked, his accented voice taking on a husky edge. Jude shuddered.

If there's one thing that could get him hot and bothered, it was the sound of his boyfriend's voice mixed with that pet name.

"Yes..." Blaine smirked, tugging at his boxers.

"Off. Now," he softly growled in his ear. Jude bit his lip, tugging the material off his hips before settling in Blaine's lap. Before he could get too comfortable, Blaine landed a hard smack on his ass.

"Ah-!" Blaine soothingly rubbed the skin, allowing Jude to relax again with a little moan.

"That's for being such a tease," he said with a lazy smirk. Jude rolled his eyes.

"Admit it. You love it when I'm bad." Blaine's heated gaze said more than his mouth could ever say. Jude smirked at him, stroking his hard length. Blaine lolled his head back, groaning freely. He tried to thrust his hips in time with Jude's strokes, but Jude minimized his grip to a phantom touch.

"C'mon baby, no more teasing... I need you," Blaine mumbled, squeezing Jude's waist. Jude pressed his lips against the corner of Blaine's mouth.

"Say please," he drawled. Blaine gave the Rutherlandian a half-hearted glare before melting when he felt Jude cup his balls. Jude may seem innocent and playful to the public, but Blaine knew how much of a freak he could be in the bedroom. Jude could play with him for a good minute if he wanted, and Blaine didn't have time for that torture today.

He's been aching for him ever since Jude's impromptu strip tease. He needed him badly.

"Please, baby boy. Don't make me wait anymore..." Jude rewarded him with a soft kiss as he positioned himself over Blaine's throbbing member. A long, low moan escaped Blaine's throat as he felt his boyfriend slowly sink down on him.

"Mmm, missed this," Jude murmured under his breath. Blaine cocked an offended brow at him.

"You're saying you miss my dick more than you miss me," he asked with narrowed eyes. Jude smirked.

"Your dick doesn't give me a headache, unlike you," he sassed. Before Blaine could reply to the jab, Jude slowly rose up before sinking down onto him again.

"Fuuuuccccckkkkkkk, baby boy. Just like that..." Jude smiled gently, leaning in to kiss his boyfriend's lips. Blaine returned to kiss, thrusting up whenever Jude came down. Little moans escaped him as Jude felt him brush against his spot.

"Blaine," he gasped against his boyfriend's full lips. Another smack landed on Jude's ass, causing him to whimper.

"Keep riding me, baby boy. I want you to come just like this," Blaine said roughly. Jude threw his head back, bouncing on his boyfriend's lap in abandon. Blaine's teeth caught his bottom lip as he watched Jude give in to his pleasure. The unrestrained lust that grips the proper First Son of Rutherland was a sight to behold—a thing of beauty.

And Jude was all his.

Jude could feel Blaine's hot lips on the tender skin of his throat, starting as slow kisses before sealing his lips near his Adam's apple, giving the patch of skin a hard suck. A shudder overtook the young man, grasping at his shoulders for leverage.

"Shit, Blaine-"

"C'mon baby boy, give in..." A rough bit to his neck had the First Son of Rutherland crying out.

"Blaine!" Blaine could feel his boyfriend tighten around him as he rode out his orgasm. He tightened his grip on the trembling body in his lap, releasing inside his lover.

"Jude..."

A few minutes later, the two lay down in Blaine's sheets in the messy tangle of lax limbs. Jude could feel his boyfriend leaving soft butterfly kisses on his neck and shoulder, causing him to giggle.

"Babe cut it out. That tickles," Jude said with a soft chuckle. He could feel Blaine's full lips morph into a smile.

"No, I don't think I will. I like the sound of your laugh. It's adorable. Like you." Jude forced him back from his neck so he could properly glare at him.

"I'm not adorable, Hayes," he said. Blaine chuckled, placing a kiss on his forehead.

"Yeah, yeah, shortcake. Whatever you say."

"Bloody menace," Jude grumbled under his breath. Blaine laughed softly, pulling Jude to lie on his chest.

"Well, you're stuck with this "menace" forever. Better get used to it, baby boy." As hard as Jude tried, he couldn't fight off the affectionate smile off his smile. He kissed Blaine on the cheek.

'Oh for heaven's sake, Kayden! Go out and have some fun while you're still young!'

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as Queen Kendra's words rang in my head as I silently did my rounds in the ballroom. As much as I've come to care for the aging queen, she's as pushy as ever.

I enjoyed my post by her side in the quiet throne room perfectly fine.

Being amongst the glamour that was the Masquerade Ball wasn't my idea of a reward I could enjoy.

I glanced around at the nobles as they mingled amongst themselves.

Her Majesty certainly outdid herself by picking the theme. An event where everyone gets to hide behind the safety of a mask.

Not that anyone here has ever been willing to show their true face, to begin with.

Couples who came together would gaze longingly after another in hopes of another rendezvous encounter over the shoulder of their partner.

Allies laughed and chatted with one another, while one of them is gaining intel to undermine the other in hopes of gaining their assets.

Gold and jewels decorated their necks and fingers to flash in front of others as a way to hide the crippling debt their house is in.

To show one's true face within this corrupt court is asking to be stabbed in the back.

Which is why I much rather be anywhere than here...

"Now presenting Lady Annalisa of the House of Aster and her entourage!" None of the nobles turned to see the newcomer. To my knowledge, the House of Aster is a common House welcomed by Queen Kendra.

However, none of the nobles approved of this.

To break centuries of tradition and allow new blood to enter their circle was simply far too scandalous to them. Anything new or unfamiliar is something that all the nobles feared.

Whether they realized it or not.

Glancing in the direction of the entrance, I studied the new lady in court.

A rather tall but slim woman. Fair skin, long curly dark brown hair, and blue eyes. Lady Annalisa was indeed a vision. I wouldn't be surprised if one of the noblemen took a fancy to her if they were willing to get their heads out of their arses long enough to look past what house she came from.

The new lady at court seemed to be busying herself by chatting with another woman.

One I have never seen before either.

She stuck out like a sore thumb in the sea of fair and pale skin women with her dark skin tone, much similar to my own. Her hair was done in an updo, however, I could see that her hair wasn't loose but in a style, I've heard to be called "locs". As different as the style seemed... it suited the young woman. With her hair up, it revealed her smooth shoulders and elegant neck for all to see. An admiral blue dress clothed her short figure. I could spy the gold and silver accents in her dress.

Her back was turned to me so I couldn't continue my assessment of this woman. Lady Annalisa gave the woman a cheeky wink before disappearing into the crowd.

The mysterious woman finally turned around and I found my breath catching in my throat.

Honey brown eyes sparkled behind a black and blue mask decorated with a feather, eerie similar to a quill. She took in the ballroom with childlike innocence. I resisted the urge to smirk when she delicately sniffed the air, catching a whiff of a servant's fresh bread on a platter.

There was something that was utterly adorable about this mysterious woman.

I narrowed my eyes at her, curious about who she could possibly be.

Just as I turned to walk towards her, her posture stiffened suddenly.

Following her line of sight, I resisted the urge to frown.

In midst of a sea of desperate women grappling for his attention, stood Hunter Fierro.

Heir to the House of Fierro and unproclaimed heir to the throne of Cordonia.

Since Queen Kendra never had children of her own, she looked towards the other Houses to find an heir. Hunter was the one who caught her eye. I could never be more glad of this, seeing how vain and greedy everyone else is. Save the House of Beaumont, of course.

Though I would be more glad if Hunter never locked eyes with this woman.

Disentangling himself from the too-friendly hands of those noblewomen, he approached the dark skin beauty. I was still too far away to hear their conversation, but it wasn't hard to guess that he was flirting with her.

The kiss on the hand cemented it.

I fought back a growl that threatened to crawl up from the back of my throat.

With one last flirtatious glance, Hunter left her alone. Without wasting a second, I planted myself by the woman's side. She turned and let out a soft gasp, raising her gaze to meet mine.

I ignored the odd flutter in my chest.

"You've made quite the mysterious appearance," I muttered softly, sizing her up. She eventually got over her initial shock once she heard the sound of my voice, narrowing those honey-brown eyes ever so slightly. Her full lips quirked up in a small smirk.

"I could say the same for yourself." I raised a brow at this.

'Cheeky.'

"There are rumors of people sneaking in," I said casually, eyeing her reaction. If she was nervous, then she gave away no obvious tells as her smirk only grew wider.

"Interesting how a man in a mask is questioning my motives for being here. I'm sure we only have our faces to hide," she chuckled.

'A woman who could hold her own. Interesting.'

"Oh? If that's the case, then you should have no issue showing me your invitation." I was intrigued to see how she was going to dodge this one.

"Why, aren't you eager to know my name?" I blinked, taken aback by her boldness before schooling my features.

"And what if I am," I asked, daringly taking a step closer to her. She glanced at me under short, curly lashes.

"Then you have to be far more charming than that." I narrowed my eyes at her faux innocence.

"I can't decide if you're being cunning or coy," I pondered aloud. The woman let out another chuckle.

"Then I'll leave you to decide in peace. If you would excuse me, kind sir..." I felt my heart drop to my stomach as the mysterious woman turned to leave. Despite our short conversation, I wasn't ready to let her slip out of my grasp just yet...

"Wait," I called out to her. I held out a hand to her, bowing at the waist.

"May I have this next dance?" Her questioning gaze was trained on me once again.

"First you were questioning my presence here and now you're asking for my company?"

"Consider it a pleasant way of me keeping my eye on you," I replied smoothly. Her eyes narrowed and her lips formed into a thoughtful pout. As if she was trying to pick me apart and figure me out.

She's most certainly not like the average noblewoman.

"Unless there's someone else you've promised your next dance to?" As if on cue, her eyes glanced over to the dancefloor. Where Hunter was waiting idly beside it.

I bit the inside of my cheek.

Whilst I had a fair share of women throw themselves at me, I could never compare to Hunter. He's far more charming than I. As well as pure blood. I wouldn't be surprised if she said-

"No. I haven't." If it wasn't for the years of training myself on schooling my emotions, she would've seen the evident surprise on my face.

A woman declining a dance with the unproclaimed heir to the throne?

That's something one doesn't hear every day.

But I can't say I'm displeased with this turn of events...

"Wonderful," I said, offering her a small smile. The dark skin beauty placed her small hand in my larger one as I escorted her to the dancefloor.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed Hunter perk up at the sight of her. He was ready to make his way toward her until he realized who she was with. The disappointment flashed in his eyes for a brief second before he offered her another charming smile.

"Enjoy your dance, my lady," he said. She returned his smile.

"Perhaps we'll dance another time. Have a wonderful evening, kind sir." He nodded at her before sending me a brief stern look.

'Message received, Your Highness.'

"You're quite popular this evening," I said as we reached the center of the dance floor. She bashfully shrugged her shoulders.

"It's a nice change of pace." We took our initial positions just as the band started a new song. With her childlike innocence, I wouldn't be surprised if she tried to take out a few of my toes.

Though I was pleasantly surprised to find her following my lead with ease.

"You seem to know your way around a dance number," I observed. She smiled and gave me a cheeky wink.

"Perhaps you're just an excellent lead." Whether she knew it or not, this is the second time she's surprised me with her flirtations. The first woman ever to really achieve such a thing.

"It would be the first that anyone has said that," I replied slowly. She laughed freely, a deep but sweet sound escaping her throat. The sound of her laugh reminded me of the feeling of drinking a cup of hot chocolate. Just warm and rich. The sound was addicting...

"Oh come now. I'm sure many ladies simply envy to have a dance with you. It wouldn't surprise me if I had several eyes trying to burn me alive by being able to have the opportunity to," she said, two rows of pearly whites winked at me as she smiled.

'Just who are you?'

With her vote of confidence, I grew bolder with my movements and she was able to match me step for step. Bracing my arm around her back, I dipped her back, never breaking eye contact with the beauty in my arms.

Her eyes spoke of her trust in me as well as her evident delight. Pulling her back up, she followed as we spun with grace.

"Very few move with such little effort..." She smirked.

"One mustn't belabor grace," she informed me. I cracked a smile at this. Twirling the woman under my arm, she spun effortlessly against me before I brought her close to my chest.

Her honey brown eyes sparkled under the chandelier lights as she locked eyes with me.

"Who are you, really," I whispered. She tilted her head at me.

"Tired of our game already," she teased.

"Why play games if one can ask directly," I questioned. The music started to fade and people were looking for new partners. I bit my lip, unwilling to release her.

"Looks like our dance has come to an end and I still don't know who you are," I said. She smiled cheekily at my misfortune.

"You had your chance." I held her hand.

"I would like another." Her smile grew wider.

"That isn't something I have to give..." Normally I would be tired of useless banter but with her, I feel like I could go all night.

"A bargain, then. We continue our dance on a private balcony and can use that chance to... discover the other. If I can correctly guess your identity, then I will allow you to guess my own." She looked as if she was raising a brow.

"You seem to be going through an awful lot of trouble in figuring out my identity... And you truly believe you can guess it from only a few tells," she asked in disbelief. I resisted the urge to smirk.

‘Got her.’

"Only one way to find out, my lady..." She paused for a single moment before squeezing my hand.

"Alright, you've convinced me," she chuckled. Perfect. With her hand still intertwined with mine, I lead her to the balcony. The soft echo of the music could see be heard from where we were. I turned to find curious eyes already looking up at me.

"Now, I believe we were near our dance's end?" She chuckled.

"I believe you are correct," she affirmed. I allowed my hands to snake around her lower back, preparing to lift her. Naturally, the mysterious beauty followed, delicately grasping my shoulders to hold herself up. Her eyes were trained on the city lights below as I spun her in the air, the moonlight bathing her in its eternal glow.

Almost enchanted by the sight, I carefully set her down.

"That was breathtaking," she said after a moment of silence.

"For you as well," I asked, knowing full well I wasn't talking about the scenery. She met my gaze for a moment before lowering her eyes, holding a hand to her cheek.

"So... about this bargain... I'm intrigued to know when questions you have floating around in that head of yours." I raised a brow, resisting the urge to smirk. It's incredibly rare for me to make a woman blush, partially because I was no charmer. That was more of Hunter's lane, even my half-brother's. But also due to the fact, that the women at court wouldn't spare me a second glance.

After all, who would want to flirt with the son of a bastard?

To make this mysterious beauty blush... felt invigorating.

But I decided to indulge her in her not-so-subtle subject change.

"If I only have one chance, I want you to tell me if I'm right or wrong," I said, even though I felt extremely confident about who she could be based on our short time together. She regarded me with a head tilt, waiting for me to continue.

"You've been in awe of the palace, so you're no regular at court. This must be your first party. As we dance, I could feel the calluses on the tips of your fingers, right where a quill should be. And your mask... the feathers look like that found on a quill as well..." Wide eyes regarded me as I placed the final nail in the coffin.

"You're a starry-eyed scribe from the library, and you snuck into the ball." The masked woman squared her shoulders before clearing her throat.

"I'm... I'm exactly as you say." I rose a brow, slightly surprised she didn't deny my claim. Whoever this woman is... she's quite bold and confident in who she was.

And doesn't seem to be ashamed of any of it, in the most humble ways possible.

"Welcome to the palace. Is it everything you hoped it to be?" She bit her lower lip, eyeing me wearily.

"Everything and more... you're not going to tell anyone, are you," she asked softly. I shook my head.

"Even though I should... but you impressed me." She let out a small sigh of relief.

"You're not the only one, kind sir. I didn't expect you to infer so much on so little." I smirked a little.

"It's a skill of mine... Now as part of our bargain, it's your turn..." Those honey brown eyes looked over me carefully, as if she was picking me apart bit by bit.

"Hmm... for you to be such an excellent lead, you must be a veteran at these events. You display a sense of confidence and wear a unique mask, so that could symbolize a sense of importance. However, you dress practical, not at all like the other noblemen here, as if you need to be ready for anything. Your clothes are also dark making it easier to melt into the shadows. You were able to sneak up on me with ease so you must be used to being a background character to get around..." Despite my poker face, I was surprised at her intellect.

"So you must be the black sheep of the family. A possible spy or special guard for the crown," she concluded, waiting to hear my answer. I chuckled.

"There are some things a mask can't hide." She gave me a cheeky wink.

"Not when I have a clever eye," she teased. I shook my head fondly at her boldness before gazing out over the balcony.

"This view is one of the few good things about the palace," I mumbled softly.

"It's gorgeous..."

"If you look up, you can see all the stars in the sky. Some say that they hold our fates." She let out a soft hum.

"And I take it that you're not one of them," she asked knowingly.

"If our destinies were truly set, then you wouldn't be here tonight," I answered. She let out a small sigh.

"However I could only live this fantasy for a night..."

"Until you decide to live it again," I challenged. She lifted her gaze to meet my own.

"I can't simply shape my future on command," she retorted.

"You've given me cause to disagree, my lady." I took a step closer to her, placing my hand a mere inch away from hers before returning my gaze to the night sky.

A comfortable silence fell between us and I felt compelled to turn to face her once again. I allowed a lone finger to trace along the side of her mask. The woman turned to me as I mumbled a soft request,

"I would like to see your face." She graced me with another smile.

"Only if I'm able to unmask you as well," she offered. I chuckled.

"Another bargain then. I accept." The young scribe stood still, eyes closed, as my fingers danced along the delicate skin of her jaw and around the mask before carefully pulling it off.

Her eyes fluttered open, gleaming under the moonlight. I felt my breath hitch softly in my throat.

Soft smooth dark skin. Dark full arched brows. A button-like nose. Full plush lips. Those honey brown eyes...

'Gorgeous... she was gorgeous...'

"I've wanted to put a face to a person, but I didn't expect that face to be so beautiful," I whispered softly with a fond smile. She let out a chuckle, low and sweet.

"Then I expect to be greeted with a similar feeling." I felt her fingertips dance along my jaw before lightly grazing the edges of my mask. Slowly, she lifted it off.

I felt my heart begin to race as she gazed at my face. A slow smile formed on those full lips.

"We finally meet face to face," she said softly, almost breathlessly.

"It was well worth the wait," I answered in kind. She rose a brow, smile still in place.

"So? Did you find what you were looking for," she asked.

"In a way..." Our eyes were trained on each other as we seem to slowly gravitate toward one another. Her lips were just mere inches from mine and I felt something stir within me. We reached out to each other.

My arms snaked around a slim waist.

Hers found purchase around my broad shoulders. I lowered my lips close to her ear.

"Tell me what you want," I whispered softly. She shivered in my grasp, wearing down the plump flesh of her bottom lip with her teeth. My eyes narrowed at the sight, the feeling in my chest growing strong with need.

"Anything you ask, it's yours... but you must tell me," I urged, my voice coming out in a hoarse rasp. The woman drew herself closer, tilting her head upwards at me in an inviting manner. Our lips were just a mere inch apart.

"I... I want you to-"

"Ahem." Glancing over my shoulder, I found a well-dressed servant, averting his gaze from our intimate embrace. The woman rolled her eyes before pulling away from me with a soft chuckle.

"Yes, Vasco? How may I help you?" I wanted to groan. But of course, she knows him. The servant, Vasco looked both alarmed and flustered.

"Apologies, my lady! But this is somewhat of an emergency." I silently watched as the dark skin beauty straighten her spine, eyes narrowing in a serious gaze.

"Emergency? What happened?" I rose a brow. Her voice went an octave deeper, still smooth as honey, but commanding.

"I found the queen's invitation, which means I gave your sister the wrong one! I would remedy this situation myself and offer my resignation at once, but I cannot find your sister. I fear that she's been summoned to meet the queen early. She would look foolish handing out the wrong invitation," Vasco quickly stated. Her lips quirked upward for a split second at him mentioning his resignation, as if it was some inside joke before growing serious once more.

"Then I'll give it to her. We don't have a second to lose, Vasco." The man nodded before handing her the invitation and instructing her on where to find the throne room. She slipped on her mask once and before turning to leave, I reached out and held her hand.

"Before you go... may I get your name," I asked softly. She let out a soft laugh.

"Judith... Judith Aster. And you, kind sir?" I gave her a rare smile.

"Kayden... enjoy the rest of your night my lady." Before she could fully slip from my grasp, I pressed my lips against her knuckles. I glanced up to find a soft look in her eyes as well as a shy smile. She thanked me and hurried off, leaving me alone to my thoughts.

'Judith... such a lovely name for an equally lovely woman... There's no telling when I will get the chance to see her again, but at least she left me with the sweetest memory a man could ever ask for. I never would have thought I'd see the day a woman has captivated me so, but I know we met for a reason. I hope to see this to the end...'