The King's affection

Shattered illusions

Meanwhile, in the capital of Elyria…

A teenaged boy stands in front of the mirror, deep in his thoughts as a maidservant fixes his collar. “We’re all done, your highness.” The maidservant’s voice brings him out of his revere.

“Do you happen to know where my mother is?” the boy asked, as he turned to face the maidservant’s retreating back.

“No, your highness. Do you need me to find out for you?” she asked, as she gathered the haphazardly laid out towels and clothes.

“No need. I’ll look for her myself,” the boy responded, and the maidservant bowed slightly before leaving the boy’s room with the clothes in her arms.

He took one final look at his appearance in the mirror before turning on his heel and walking out of his room after the maidservant in search of his mother.

He was walking past his father’s study, when he heard voices through the slightly ajar doors.

“When does he make the announcement?” he heard his mother, Queen Allison speak. Her voice velvety smooth and sultry, as though she was speaking about intimate topics with a lover. He was about to open the door when a voice made him stop dead in his tracks.

“On the night of his coming-of-age ball. His majesty, King Andreas plans to announce Anderson as the crown prince,” came the voice, just as sultry as his mother’s tone was. Although, it seemed wrong to the boy.

The voice did not belong to his father, but rather to his advisor, Valen.

“Arg,” Allison groaned in frustration, “I can’t keep up the charade anymore!”

“How do you mean my queen?” Valen asked.

“I mean, I’m sick of being Andreas’ queen! As much as I have enjoyed the power that came with it, and having borne him two sons that will carry on his legacy, I’m enough. The man is cold and distant towards me. He does not love me at all.” She said.

“First of all, you borne him one son, the other one’s mine and you know it,” Valen retorted, causing Anderson, who’d been listening in at the door, to nearly stumble at the information. “Secondly, why are you concerned with whether he loves you? Am I not enough for you?” he said the last part as he moved closer to her, like a predator stalking its prey.

Allison only stared back at him as he moved behind her, wrapping her in his arms and started peppering her neck with open-mouthed kisses. She moved her head to the side to give him better access.

“Answer me, my queen. Am I not enough for you?” Valen asked in between kisses.

“It seems I may need a reminder,” Allison said, as she turned in his arms to face him. She then crashed her lips against his, capturing him in a passionate kiss.

Anderson had gone deaf at the door. His ears ringing as he processed the information he had just learned.

Between him and his younger brother, Killian, one of them was not their father’s son and instead belonged to their father’s advisor.

He came back to the presence when he heard moans coming from the room.

“Is this enough to remind you?” came Valen’s groan as he withdrew his member and slammed it back into Allison’s slick folds. Allison threw her head back in ecstasy as Valen pounded into her, the pleasure making her moans come out raspy as she breathed.

“Not quite,” she panted. “I need you to go harder, deeper. Maybe then I will remember.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Anderson pushed the door open a little wider in time to catch a glimpse of the scene unfolding before him. Valen was bending Allison over the table in front of them as he roughly penetrated her from behind.

A tear slipped down his face at what he saw – feeling the betrayal on his father’s behalf.

“What the actual f**k!?” he screamed, causing Allison and Valen to spring apart. They hurriedly fixed their clothes, eyes widened at being caught.

“Anderson, sweety, what are you-,” Allison tried as she pulled her dress down and straightened her hair.

“Save it,” Anderson snapped, his hand raised to silence his mother.

“Anderson, she is still your mother and the queen of Elyria. You can’t disrespect her like-,” Valen tried this time as he hurriedly shoved his angry member into his pants.

“It’s ‘your highness’ to you,” Anderson interrupted Valen, glaring daggers to him. “I wonder what my father will have to say about his trusted advisor screwing his wife behind his back,” he crossed his arms over his chest. Eyes blazing with fury and hurt as he stared down the traitors.

“Language, Anderson,” Allison attempted to chastise. Anderson only snorted in response.

“Oh please. Spare me the lecture, will you Allison. At least all I have to be chastised about is my use of my language and not cheating my husband or stabbing my best friend in the back!” he snapped. “So, tell me, which one is the bastard?”

Allison and Valen exchanged a glance.

“Is it me or is it Killian?” Anderson asked, his features defiant.

“What are you talking about? No one is a bastard,” Allison answered.

“Oh really?” Anderson asked. “Neither Killian nor I look like father. Could it be that we are both bastards? Some pawns in your power struggle for the throne, mother?” he spat the last word with so much venom, disgusted by the woman in front of him.

“I want a DNA. If I am not father’s son, I will not be taking the throne, regardless of whether he wants to give it to me,” he said before turning to walk out.

“Oh and, mother,” he turned his head to look at her, “You disgust me,” with that, he walked out.

“ANDERSON!” Allison screamed as she ran out of the study, attempting to follow him.