The prince's forbidden mate

The Smiling Devil

In the neighboring kingdom of Noctis, Prince Carly was considered a blessing.

Soft-spoken. Gentle-eyed. Always ready with a kind smile and a polite bow. The people adored him. The nobles trusted him. Even the servants whispered that if the old king ever died, the kingdom would be safe in Carly’s hands.

They had no idea what he truly was.

Carly was beautiful in a way that disarmed people — tall, lean, with ash-brown hair that fell neatly over sharp green eyes. His features were almost delicate, the kind of face that made women feel safe. That was his greatest weapon.

Because behind closed doors, Carly did not ask.

He took.

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The working maidens of the palace learned quickly to keep their heads down after sunset. Those who were unfortunate enough to catch his attention were pulled into dark corridors, unused rooms, or the shadows behind the stables. He used them quietly, thoroughly, and without tenderness. When he was done, he would brush their hair back with mock gentleness and whisper,

“Who would believe you? I am the prince.”

Most stayed silent from fear.

One of them was a young maid named Mira.

That night, Carly found her alone in the west wing, carrying a stack of clean linens. The corridor was dimly lit by a single flickering torch. The moment she saw him, her body tensed. She knew that look in his eyes — the soft smile that never reached them.

“Your Highness,” she whispered, lowering her gaze.

Carly stepped closer, trapping her against the cold stone wall. His hand slid under her chin, tilting her face up.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said gently, almost affectionately. “That’s not very polite, is it?”

“I… I have work, Your Highness—”

He kissed her.

It wasn’t soft. It was deep, claiming, and invasive. His tongue pushed into her mouth as his body pressed fully against hers. Mira whimpered, the linens falling from her arms. Carly’s hand slid down, roughly squeezing her breast through the thin fabric of her dress before yanking the neckline down, exposing her.

“Quiet,” he murmured against her lips, pinching her n****e hard enough to make her gasp. “You know the rules.”

He spun her around, pushing her chest against the wall. One hand covered her mouth while the other shoved her skirt up. He didn’t bother removing her undergarments — he simply pulled them aside. Mira trembled as she felt him free his c**k, hard and already leaking.

“Please…” she whispered against his palm.

Carly ignored her.

He pushed into her in one rough thrust, forcing a muffled cry from her throat. She was tight and not fully ready, but he didn’t care. He f****d her hard against the wall, each thrust deep and punishing, the wet sound of his c**k slamming into her echoing faintly in the empty corridor. His free hand gripped her hip tightly enough to bruise as he used her body without restraint.

“This is all you’re good for,” he breathed against her ear, voice still soft, almost tender. “A warm hole for your prince.”

Tears slipped down Mira’s cheeks as he continued to take her, faster now, chasing his own pleasure. When he finally came, he buried himself deep and filled her with a quiet groan, holding her in place until he was done.

Only then did he pull out.

He fixed his clothes calmly while she remained against the wall, skirt still hiked up, c*m slowly dripping down her thigh. Carly reached out and gently brushed a tear from her cheek, smiling that same kind smile the entire kingdom loved.

“Who would believe you?” he whispered. “I am the prince.”

Then he walked away, leaving her trembling in the dark.

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Most of the maidens stayed silent after nights like that.

One did not.

Her name was Linda.

She had been foolish enough to cry and threaten to speak after Carly used her. The next night, she disappeared. Carly’s personal bodyguard and closest companion, Jae, handled it cleanly. By morning, there was no body, no blood, no trace.

The entire kingdom searched for her. Prince Carly led the search parties himself, his face full of concern, his voice soft with worry. Queen Nyxara stood beside him, the perfect picture of a grieving royal mother, while quietly making sure every loose end was tied.

Linda was never found.

The matter was eventually buried.

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Now, the pressure had shifted.

Carly wanted the throne. And for that, the current king needed to die. But Queen Nyxara was terrified that her husband, in his growing paranoia, might name an outsider as heir just to spite them.

That evening, she found her son in his private study, a glass of wine in his hand.

“You need a mate,” she told him coldly. “A proper one. Someone useful. The council is watching. If you remain unattached, they will start looking elsewhere for the next king.”

Carly only smiled that gentle, perfect smile, the same one he wore when he ruined maidens in the dark.

“Don’t worry, Mother,” he said softly. “I’ll find someone.”

He already had a taste for taking what he wanted in the shadows.

Soon, he would take a queen the same way.

And somewhere beyond the sea, a certain mermaid was about to surface in his kingdom.