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To Protect A Prince Ch. 01

By: velvetpie



The marketplace was bustling with energy today. Sir Gordie Thewlis scanned the crowd, using his eagle eyes and military training to search out any possible threat to Queen Rosamund, Princess Rosebud, Consort Velvet and the tiny Prince Simon. Even from his perch atop the carriage, he could see Simon's blond head in the goat pen, relentlessly chasing an auburn rooster in a futile attempt to catch it. Rosebud laughed as Velvet climbed over the fence and tried to help the 3-year old catch the errant fowl, but neither was successful, instead ending up in a laughing heap on the clean, crisp hay.

Wow! He thought to himself. Has it really been three years since little Simon was born? Three years since Sir Roger had been killed and Velvet had volunteered to carry the babe to complete the royal line. He watched as the toddler gave Velvet a big kiss and the twosome arose, heading for the princess and the queen. That's my boy. He thought, his heart swelling with pride. No one knew that Prince Simon was his, but since the princess had been deflowered and was not pregnant before Roger's demise, the sacrifice that he and Velvet had made had ensured the progression of the royal line and the happiness of the two women.

His thoughts moved back to the night that the two women had reunited; Velvet had returned to the Sister Estate after spending 10 months in exile and Princess Rosebud had finally been allowed to know the truth. He had seen love conquer anger, shame and loneliness and in shedding his cold, martial exterior, had been welcomed into their circle of love. All should have been well – except that he was still lonely.

His eyes fell upon men, women, boys and girls dressed in various types of garb, from simple burlap robes to fashionable silks, but few paid attention to the royals. Every once in a while, there would be someone that was trying to shake the women down, trying to blackmail them and threatening to expose their relationship, but no one minded any more. Rosebud and Velvet were accepted and no one could harm their princesses. Gordie was so proud and happy to be included in their small circle of friends but he wished that their fairy tale romance would happen to him.

Just then, he spotted little Simon standing alone in the center of the cart-rutted road, his hands full of dirt. He was obviously more interested in making a dirt hill than keeping up with his parents. Sir Gordie's prideful smile quickly melted into concern as he noticed a cask-laden cart heading for the center of the marketplace, heading straight for the unaware child. The saliva dried in his mouth as he tried to find Rosebud and Velvet in the crowd.

"Princess! Velvet!"

Oblivious to his shout, Velvet had already turned, sensing that the child was gone and fear colored her features. She spoke a few words to the princess and left her in the care of the queen, quickly re-tracing their steps, her eyes skimming the crowd for her son. Prince Simon added more dirt to his hill and placed a thick twig in one corner of it, clapping his hands with glee even as the cart bore down upon him.

Gordie launched himself from the carriage's roof and began to make his way toward the young lad, leaving muttered excuses in his wake as he elbowed and jostled several market patrons. He was just parallel to the cart and he shouted to get the driver's attention, but nothing worked. The plough-horses kept moving forward, shouldering their heavy load as they struggled up a small hill, heading for the valley where Simon was. Velvet came to the top of the opposite hill at the same time the cart began to head down and both she and Gordie screamed.

A blur dressed in black sprinted across the road, scooping the unsuspecting prince up and safely depositing him on the other side of the worn track as the horses and cart rumbled past. Prince Simon was calm for a moment, then began to cry when he realized that something extraordinary had happened and that he didn't know the stranger. Velvet reached him before Gordie and she knelt, giving the child a hard hug.

"Are you all right?" She visually checked him out and finding him safe, she turned to the stranger. "Thank you very much. I am in your debt, sir."

"You owe me no debt." His silky voice announced. "I was a boy once upon a time, too."

Sir Gordie was surprised to find that his voice was not working. The stranger was a tall young man with dark blue eyes and a thick black raven's wing of hair that fell across his right eye. He was dressed in sturdy leathers, with thick-soled boots and a waist-belt that held a broadsword and a jeweled dagger. His pack was well-worn and the smile he presented was wary, but somewhat sincere.

Princess Rosebud came running up and yanked Simon into her arms, cradling and cooing to him, her hand resting on Velvet's shoulder. The stranger's eyes caught the hand connection, then moved from the dark woman's face to the white woman's face and he suddenly smiled. "You're the princess!" He grinned as Rosebud blushed. "And you must be Velvet."

"Consort Velvet to you, sir."

The impossibly blue eyes turned on Gordie, suddenly scrutinizing him as if he were not connected with the ladies. "Forgive me." He turned and bowed to the ladies. "I was on my way to your Sister Estate to beg an audience with you."

"An audience with me?" Velvet asked. "What for?"

"I hear that you are interested in building a new castle near the marshlands. I was hoping to convince you to use my services."

"Your services?" Gordie had decided that since he was unable to control his emotions, he would rely on his military bearing. "And exactly what services are you offering?"

This time, the young man did not favor the ladies with his attention. He stretched upward to his full height, making Gordie feel like a midget since he was only 5' 7", and gazed down at him. The shorter man was quite handsome, in his military suit, his blond hair and goatee precisely trimmed, but it was his green eyes that caught and held his attention. There were sprinkles of gold dancing in his irises and a tiny group of freckles on the bridge of his nose. And he wasn't intimidated in the least.

"My name is Sam Weatherly and I am a professional builder." He bowed low to the ladies again, smiling at the queen and turned back to Gordie. "And you are ... "

"Sir Gordie Thewlis, royal seneschal." "Ah, royal seneschal." Sam fought the urge to smirk at the seneschal's emphasis, but he knew the importance. "Then you're just the man I want to see."

"Mr. Weatherly, we owe you a huge debt of gratitude for the rescue of our young prince." Rosebud said. "Would you join us for dinner at the castle? You can meet my father and we can further discuss your building credentials."

"Would it be possible if I could come by tomorrow?" He hefted his pack, his eyes on the retreating sun, dipping below the horizon. "I need to secure a room before it gets too late."

"Nonsense!" Queen Rosamund exclaimed, desperately trying to ignore her grandson's frantic tugs on her hand. "You must stay with us." She glanced at her seneschal with a wicked smile. "I insist."

Sam thought for a moment. He had heard wonderful things about this royal family. The princess was a porcelain doll with brown hair and hazel eyes and she was so obviously in love with the black woman who had womanly curves but was built like a warrior. The queen was a motherly type, seeming to be pre-occupied with the child, but had a wily twinkle in her eyes. But the part of this familial picture that commanded his attention was Sir Gordie. He was wondering if his stiff upper lip was as moist and pink as his plump bottom one. I'd love to find out ...

"All right." He smiled, looking directly at Gordie. "Lead the way."

* * * * *

Dinner had been exquisite. King Simon had requested that Velvet cook his dinners since she was so adept at bringing excitement to the table. This evening's fare of baked and stuffed chicken was so tender that when she untied the bound bird on his plate, it fell apart in a juicy mound. The rice and vegetables that had been stuffed within were fragrant and moist and the quince tarts were flaky and tasted of butter and lavender.

Sam ate with relish, knowing that he was being treated to a meal fit for royalty and sat back with a full stomach, smiling at the king who was ruefully rubbing his own. "That, dear sire, was the best dinner I have ever eaten."

"Thank Velvet." Simon belched, reaching for his mug of ale. "She is our resident chef."

He turned to Velvet. "Thank you, Consort Velvet. It was truly a fantastic meal."

"Nothing but a small repayment for saving little Simon's life today, sir."

"Then may I take another tart?"

Velvet's face lighted as everyone laughed at the newcomer's cheekiness. "Help yourself but don't complain to me tomorrow when you have a stomach ache!"

Gordie had been silent throughout the meal, warring with his emotions as he observed the builder. Whenever he looked at the young man, his penis gave a painful twitch and his stomach felt like it was tied in knots. He had no doubt that he was interested in him but he wondered if he should get involved with someone who was bound to drift away. He decided against a relationship and heaving a deep sigh, arose with military flourish. "If you'll excuse me, I have rounds to see to."

The group watched him depart but no one as interested as Sam.

* * * * *

It was nearly midnight when Gordie sought his bed. Rounds had gone like clockwork, but he had spent a few hours gazing into the darkness, his thoughts on his attraction to Sam. He had not known that he was gay, not until he had punished Sir Roger as he lay dying. He could still remember how that first thrust felt. It was like being inside a silk-lined hand. The untried muscles had encircled his aching member, providing suction that made his very spine tingle. 

Roger had screamed curses at him, but to no avail. Soon, he was involuntarily moving against the seneschal, begging for one last cum before the light died in his eyes. Gordie didn't care; he was repaying the vicious warrior for the same act he'd done to Velvet and in his anger, he'd discovered that he was gay. He pulled his penis out and watched as the fat, spongy head stretched the sphincter and the thick shaft glided up inside Sir Roger's body, stopping only when his blond pubes brushed his ass.

With Roger's breaths coming shorter and shorter, Gordie pounded into his body, his skin tingling as every inch of buried flesh sang with sensation, his balls swinging under and slapping the warrior's. "Oh, yeah," He growled, feeling his balls draw up as his climax approached. "I'm going to cum in your ass. Oh!" A series of electrical charges coursed down the length of his penis as he ejaculated into Roger's bowels. 

Gordie had come away from that encounter with a startling new look at himself and had shared it with those whom he considered his family. They, of course, had accepted him with open arms and open hearts. And now ... Sam.

Maybe he could have survived by using his military training to protect his heart, but he now knew it wouldn't have worked. He wanted a companion. He wanted a lover. He wanted Sam.

"A penny for your thoughts."

Sam stepped out of the shadows where he had been observing the seneschal and moved out onto the parapet.

"Oh, hello, Sam. You startled me." Gordie tried to hide his erection by pivoting away. "It's late. Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"Yes, as should you." The young man countered, his eyes scanning the unreadable darkness. "What keeps the royal seneschal up so late?"

"Nothing in particular. Just thinking."

"About what?"

Gordie turned to glare at him. "Why are you so interested?"

"Because you interest me."

Sam saw the look on Gordie's face as the words slipped from his mouth. Did I really say that? He suddenly felt uncomfortable, wondering what the hell was going on in his own mind. In all his 30 years, he never recalled actually wanting a commitment. It was easy enough to fuck them and leave them. But to want to stay, to be interested in someone?

"I interest you?"

"Yes." He searched for a way to get out of what he had said. "I, uh, I've always been interested in castle security."

Gordie felt himself deflate. So it hadn't been what he thought it was. "Not much to it if you know what you're doing." He said gruffly, arising and heading for the doorway. "I'll bid you good night."

"Wait." What was he doing? Sam felt himself stride over to the smaller man and gaze down into those swampy green eyes. He was so close that he could smell the musky smell of Gordie's body, combined with the tang of sweat and the sweetness of leather. Sam wanted to press kisses and bites along the side of Gordie's neck, to nibble on his ear lobes, to suck that fat bottom lip into his mouth, following with his tongue.

Gordie felt paralyzed as he looked up into Sam's hooded eyes. He was amazed to find sadness there. Maybe he's lonely, too? He didn't know why, but he found himself raising his hands to cup the taller man's face, his fingers sliding around Sam's neck to pull him down.

It seemed as if time had stopped, as if no one else existed except them. Gordie's mouth connected with Sam's and a deep groan escaped both men as a connection was forged between them. Sam pulled Gordie close, melting as the blond's fingers twined in his hair, forcing the kiss to become more passionate. Their tongues fought, like two divining rods searching for water and with a whimper of submission, Gordie became a slave to Sam's passion.

Finally, Gordie broke the kiss, disengaging himself from Sam's hard embrace, his fingers touching his bruised lips as reality reared its ugly head. He will leave you. His pounding heart reminded him. What would give him a reason to stay? "I – I can't do this."

"Why?" Sam watched Gordie retreat, his heart crumbling in his chest as he frantically replayed his words, trying to figure out what went wrong. 

One thing he did know. Gordie Thewlis was his soulmate. It was up to him to convince the seneschal.

* * * * *

Gordie slept restlessly that night. His dreams were filled with blue eyes and bodies pressed together. He had felt Sam's erection as it pressed against his and he was desperately trying to forget the feelings that had moved through his body. He had known at once that he wanted to feel Sam's body covering him, that he ached to be filled by the builder but his fear and insecurity had stopped him. After all, a handsome man like Sam would be a magnet to others. What could a shy, untried man like himself offer?

He flung his feet over the side of the bed, lazily rubbing the sleep out of his eyes when something caught his eye. On his nightstand sat a colorful arrangement of flowers in a pewter mug and with a flutter of his heart, Gordie knew who had left them: Sam. There was a small note tucked into the handle's space and he opened it with shaking fingers.

Good morning, Gordie. I hope that you are not upset with me for last night's kiss. I have been thinking about your lips all night and have been unable to get them off my mind or the feeling of them off my lips. You felt so good in my arms that you made me forget how long it's been since I've had a real connection with someone.  Anyway, I would like to make it up to you by taking you on a picnic this afternoon. Velvet and Rosebud have both said that you work entirely too much so this will be a chance for you to relax and a chance for me to get to know you. I hope that you will join me. With hope, Sam 

Gordie hadn't realized that he was holding his breath until his chest began to hurt. He read the note a second and third time, reveling in the intentions that he read beneath the words and found himself smiling as he traced Sam's graceful script. 

But what do I do? He craved Sam's companionship but he dreaded the broken heart that would accompany it. What do I do?

* * * * *

"Velvet! Rosebud!"

Velvet leaped out of her chair, the princess close behind her as Gordie entered their rooms, his hair wild and his face contorted with worry. "Gordie! What's wrong?"

"I desperately need your help! I have a date and I have nothing to wear!"

* * * * *

Sam held the horses' bridles as he patiently waited for Gordie. A few minutes ago, Princess Rosebud and Prince Simon had come outside and let him know that Gordie was almost ready and that he would be down shortly. Little Simon had offered him a shy smile and a manly handshake and Rosebud had pressed a sisterly kiss to his cheek. Then, they had disappeared into the stable, leaving him to stew in his worries alone.

Perhaps he's changed his mind. Remembering the look of fear on Gordie's face last night, Sam reasoned that he could have decided that he'd made a mistake. He swallowed past the lump in his throat and patted Inferno and Lightning's necks as they pranced impatiently. "Just a few minutes more, lads." He murmured, trying to convince himself as well. "Just a few minutes more."

He didn't see Gordie until he was nearly at the stableyard's entrance, just a few yards from where he stood with the horses and Sam was glad that he didn't. The man approaching him wasn't the staid royal seneschal he'd kissed last night; he was a handsome, sexy blond dressed in tight riding breeches and a white shirt with ruffles down the center. His hair was tousled and the natural curls had been allowed to remain, softening his features. Sam felt himself harden.

"Hi." Gordie said, shyly. "Sorry to make you wait so long."

"You were worth waiting for." Sam forced the words out of his suddenly dry throat. The blush that covered Gordie's fair features made his heart skip a beat. He dressed for me! Sam realized as Gordie took Inferno's reins and swung effortlessly into the saddle.

"Shall we?"

Since Gordie was familiar with the area, Sam allowed him to choose the picnic spot and as they rode, the seneschal pointed out landmarks and important areas of interest. But he was only interested in the change, the breathtaking change in the young man. They finally came to a halt at a place Gordie called the Southern Table, a huge promontory that jutted out over the crashing sea. Gulls wheeled overhead and salty mist moistened the air.

"This is one of my favorite places." Gordie said, leading the horses to a protected area where they could graze. He took the blanket from Sam with a gleeful smile. "Let's have our picnic under that tree." 

On the huge bedspread, Sam opened his packs, presenting his picnic items to his date. There was Cook's famous potato salad, with crispy chunks of applewood-smoked bacon, warm slices of roasted beef with horseradish sauce, leftover slices of Velvet's juicy chicken, pickled beets and thick slices of apple pie, covered with a brown sugar and pecan topcrust. Gordie's mouth watered.

"Wow, you certainly know how to pack a lunch!"

Sam smiled and handed him a fork, stroking Gordie's fingers as their hands touched. "Dig in." 

Thirty minutes later, Gordie groaned as he patted his stuffed stomach. "Oh, that was so good. I've got to get up before I fall asleep." He arose and leaned against the tree's thick trunk.

"Hey, you're not done yet." Sam grabbed a piece of apple pie and walked over to him. "Cook will be upset if she found out that you didn't have any dessert!"

"Sam, I don't have any room!"

"Are you sure?" Sam nudged a tasty morsel against Gordie's lips, their eyes meeting as the blond man's lips parted, admitting the sweet. Sam broke off another piece and fed it to him, gasping as Gordie sucked on his fingertip. Sam leaned in for a kiss, but Gordie moved away suddenly, his eyes as tempestuous as the sea that broke below them.


To Protect A Prince Ch. 02



“Gordie? Gordie!”

Sir Gordie jerked from his daydreaming to the inquisitive face of Consort Velvet. He fought back tears as she slipped behind him and embraced him warmly. She was his best friend and had always been able to sense his moods. She remained quiet, waiting for him to speak but he couldn’t seem to find the words.

“You’re in love, aren’t you?” He nodded, his shoulders slumping as tears gave way to silent sobs. Velvet gave him a long squeeze, keeping him in her arms. “What is it that you’re fighting, honey?”

Gordie took a deep breath. “My heart.” He managed to squeak the words out before he melted into tears again. 

“First loves always hurt the worst, Gord, but why are you fighting your heart? From what you’ve told me of your picnic, seems you’ve all but got him in the bag.”

“He’s a builder, Velvet.”

“Yeah, so?”

“Builders travel.”

Builders travel. Now she understood why he was fighting his heart. Gordie had found the love of his life and he was petrified to lose him to the road and possibly other partners. “That doesn’t necessarily mean that he’ll leave.” She said softly.

“What would make him want to stay here?”

“You, of course!” She laughed, trying to lighten his mood but Gordie was having none of it. He broke her embrace, heading for the wall. “Are you questioning his feelings?”

“No, not at all.” He sat on the bench, folding his legs Indian-style to face her. “The way he made love to me … “ He closed his eyes and remembered how soft his mouth was around his penis. “No, there’s no doubt about how he feels about me.”

“Are you worried that he’s not sincere? That maybe he’s just using you?”

“No.” Velvet watched him take another breath, fighting back a new flurry of tears. “But no matter how he feels about me, he’ll be leaving when the job’s over.”

She took his hands. “Did he tell you that?”

“No.” He looked up at her, tears brimming in his eyes. “What do I do, Velvet?”

“You can do one of two things. You can either return to the way you were before: cold and mechanical or you can do what the rest of us do: love for the moment. There is a chance that you will get hurt.”

“You didn’t get hurt with Rosebud.”

“Yes, I did. You know as well as I do that she and I have had our fights since we’ve gotten back together. But we’ve worked through the problems because we love each other.” She paused to see if he was understanding the meaning of her words. “I think you are doing him a disservice by not talking to him directly about it. He would understand.”

“He would understand what?” Sam bit into a crispy red apple, resting his back against the parapet’s doorway. “Were you talking about me?”

Velvet hesitated to see what Gordie would do and when he didn’t respond, she did, standing up. “Yes, we were.”

“I see.” He turned his hurt eyes on Gordie, who hadn’t raised his eyes. “Anything I should know about?”

There was no sound but the spring breeze soughing through the new leaves. “Talk to him, Gordie!”

Sam’s anger cooled when he saw tears rolling down Gordie’s cheeks. He had thought that the twosome was gossiping about him but quickly saw that he was wrong. He sat down on the bench, not noticing that Velvet had quietly departed. “Gordie, look at me.” He lifted the seneschal’s head up and felt his world tilt when he saw the sadness written in those green eyes. “Baby.” He wiped the tear tracks away. “Talk to me.”

Gordie looked down, willing his insecurity away. “When you finish the castle, will you leave?”

Sam inhaled harshly, feeling as if a hatchet had been buried in the center of his chest. “Isn’t that a little premature? I haven’t gotten the project yet.”

“You know what I mean, Sam.” 

Yes, he did. Sam knew exactly what Gordie meant and what he was looking for. Say it, Sam. Commitment. “I don’t know how to answer that, Gordie.”

Gordie’s eyes filled with tears, blinding him. “Then don’t bother.” He took the steps two at a time, leaving Sam with an open mouth and a heavy heart.

******

The afternoon found the king, the princess, Rosebud, little Simon, Sam and Gordie heading through the North Forest toward the marshlands where the new castle was to be built. The king wanted the castle to serve as an incidental palace as well as a guard station at this corner of his local kingdom. Velvet tried to direct her attention to the little prince, but found that she could not help but stare at Gordie and Sam.

The lovers hadn’t spoken to each other since after breakfast and Gordie had seemed to return to his private, protective self. He barked orders to the guard staff at the castle and treated his friends with a formality that was only required at official events. Velvet had had to comfort Rosebud and the little prince did not understand why Unca Gordie wouldn’t let him ride with him.

Sam rode quietly behind Velvet, taking every chance he could to steal glance back at Gordie. His glimpse was met with stern glares or outright looks of indifference. At another time, he would have laughed it off, thinking about the road that had yet to meet him and the conquests that lay before him. But something was different now. 

Holding Gordie in his arms yesterday had been an epiphany to him. Before, where he would have looked forward to fucking some man’s mouth, he now found himself looking forward to the soft kisses and gentle touches that preceded the lovemaking. And that was another thing. Lovemaking. NOT fucking. Lovemaking! He had never made love before. He had never wanted to please someone more than himself. But Gordie had slipped into his heart when he wasn’t looking and now he was ruined for anyone else, including himself.

If only he could tell Gordie the truth …

“Let’s stop here.” Gordie shouted as he rode by, commandeering the column. A low-branched magnolia tree was tasked into use as a horse post and after everyone’s animal was tied and secured, they all tramped down into the marshland.

Sam noticed that it was a good area for a castle. The ground was hard and flat, bordered on one side by marshes and on two others by cliffs. This ensured that no one could approach the castle to attack it on the cliffsides and that the enemy would have to trudge through water on another. He pulled his parchment portfolio pad out and grabbing a charcoal point, he began to sketch.

It took twenty minutes for Sam to precisely sketch the surrounding area and place the perfect castle within its confines. As Rosebud and Velvet brought out the wine, jerky and dried fruit, Sam sat down in the meadow, explaining the merits of his plan. The king, Rosebud and Velvet seemed to agree with just about everything he had laid out. On the other hand …

“It’s impossible!”

“What’s impossible?” King Simon asked. “His design is fantastic! Come here and have a look, Gordie. He even put an entrance to the stables that makes things easier for the guard staff.”

“And where is the prince’s room?”

“Here.”

“And where is my room?”

“Here.”

“On the opposite side of the castle?” Gordie spat incredulously. “How am I supposed to provide protection to the prince on the opposite side of the castle?”

The king stared at his seneschal, his mouth gaping. “But Gordie, you always assign guards.”

“That might be good enough for now, but what about when he gains his majority?” The king had nothing to say. “How will I be able to protect the future king?”

The air was split by Rosebud’s sudden shrill scream as steel-tipped arrows rent the spring air. Velvet, Gordie and the princess dove behind the shelter of a large rock while Sam pushed the king and the prince behind another grouping of rocks. Sam’s eyes met Gordie’s as they hunkered down.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes.” Gordie rasped angrily. “Who the hell … “

His question went unanswered as the first onslaught was followed by a second. This time, the arrows fell upon the hiding place of the king and the prince. Their murderous tips pockmarked the largest boulder and dropped harmlessly to the earth around them. The prince howled in fear and more arrows flew.

“Give me your bow.”

“NO!”

“Dammit, Gordie, give me your bow!”

Gordie ignored Velvet’s request, harshly whispering, “It’s my job.” 

He slowly popped up to check the opposing grouping of rocks and dashed over to Sam’s area, carefully avoiding his eyes. “Are you and the prince all right, sire?”

“Yes.” The king squeaked, clutching his grandchild close. “Sam’s all right, too.”

Gordie shot an angry glance at Sam as he pulled the bow from his shoulder, notching an arrow and smoothing the fletchings. Without warning, he arose and loosed the arrow off into a narrow gap that was on the other side of the flat space. He shot three more times, the second time hearing a dull thud. “I think I hit something.”

Two arrows flew from the gap, surprising the seneschal as one embedded itself in his shoulder. Gordie gasped and grunted in pain as he lifted his bow again. “Run.”

“No, we won’t leave you.” The tone of the king’s voice did nothing to hide his fear.

Gordie turned to Sam. “Take them away. NOW!”

Sam didn’t think twice. Actually, he did, but he couldn’t allow his feelings to put someone else in danger. He grabbed the king by the shoulder of his robe and ran him over to the other outcropping. Rosebud accepted her crying son, frantically trying to calm and quiet him as Velvet moved her lover and the king behind her, pressing against Sam. 

“How many are there?”

“I don’t know but Gordie’s hit?”

“What?” Velvet tried to see Gordie’s figure in the grouping of rocks. “I’ve got to go get him.”

“No, you can’t.”

“The hell I can’t!”

“He wouldn’t want you to sacrifice your life for him.”

“He doesn’t have a choice.” She leaned over and kissed Rosebud, then the king’s cheek. “He’s my best friend.”

Before he had a chance to respond, she had sprinted to Gordie’s side and found him on his back, trying to remove the arrow. She ripped the bow from his fingertips and began to shoot arrows, anger evinced in her features. It was several minutes before they realized that the shooter or shooters had departed. Gordie ripped the arrow from his shoulder and declined Velvet’s medical attention so he could investigate the scene.

Gordie found a bunch of arrows and a trail of blood that led to an adjoining pasture. It was obvious that whoever had shot at them had had a horse at the ready for escape. When he returned, he made his report to the pale and shaking king.

“Good job as always, Gordie.” The sunshine suddenly became bright and the sweet earth seemed to slip away. 

“Gordie!”

*****

The queen was supremely upset to find out that her grandson had been shot at. She was upset about her husband, daughter and daughter being put in the line of danger, but she couldn’t fathom little Simon coming to harm. She snatched the toddler away from Velvet and proclaimed that he would spend the night with her. King Simon sighed in defeat, knowing that the love of her life would sleep between them. 

Gordie had awakened on the journey back and was upset that he was being transported like a helpless woman, on a roughly made litter. He cursed everyone, especially Velvet, and as soon as she had re-patched his shoulder, assumed the head of the line, leading them back to the estate. When they were inside the gates, he allowed his staff to care for the horses and led everyone else inside.

Velvet escorted Rosebud to their room, leaving her with a long embrace and an even deeper kiss, then went back to care for Gordie. She knew that barring Cook, the seneschal would not allow anyone else to care for his injuries. She stripped his shirt off, probed the wound for splinters of wood and cleaned and packed it. She was happy that he had not lost much blood, even though the wound was particularly gruesome.

“Have you talked to him?” Velvet asked as they ascended the stairs, heading for his room.

“No. Why should I?”

“Because you love him.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Gordie muttered, glad to see his room and his comfy bed. “He’s not interested in a relationship.”

“How do you know that?”

“I asked him about leaving and he said that he didn’t know what to say.” Gordie slipped off his shoes and allowed Velvet to undress him, tucking him in and checking the bandage before she left.

“Never say never, Gord.” She pressed a gentle kiss against his mouth with a small smile. “See you in the morning.”

Gordie closed his eyes and prayed for a dreamless sleep.

*****

But the dreams came.

And Sam was the center of them all.

He could see the handsome builder as he had seen him in the marketplace. Raven black hair and deep blue eyes. Strong shoulder and slim hips. A soft mouth and gentle hands. Are you all right? His bandage was stained with blood and Sam carefully changed it, kissing the skin around the wound before sealing it tight.

Why won’t you talk to me?

Because you want to leave.

But I have to leave, Gordie! How could I become a famous builder if I remained in one place? Gordie found no words to reply. 

But what if I loved you? Would you stay?

Sam’s blue eyes met his green ones. No, but I would always come back to you. Could you accept that? The seneschal didn’t answer. I would always come back because I love you, too.

Oh, Sam. His lips covered Gordie’s gently, his tongue probing the insides of his soft mouth. The kiss was so tender, so different because of the love expressed. He could feel every bit of Sam’s love radiating through his entire being and he felt like bursting into tears, it was so sweet. He locked his fingers in his thick, dark hair, crushing their mouths together and sending a ripple of pleasure through his body.

Sam arose, towering over him as he pulled his shirt from his shoulders. He had a beautiful shape, broad at the shoulders, tapering down to strong hips and covered with a fine mat of black hair. Gordie couldn’t help but run his fingers through it, searching for the nipples, round and pink. His hands moved to his waistline next, pulling each button free and pushing the thick material aside. Do you want me?

I wish you’d quit asking stupid questions and come here. And Sam came into his arms, all silky muscle and taut sinew. Gordie thought he would cum just from the exquisite feeling of that body rubbing against his. He wanted to cover his body with his lips from head to toe but Sam had other thoughts. Gordie let his lover’s mouth cover his again, sucking on his tongue and drawing a deep groan from him.

Sam’s hip brushed against his erection, then his fingers encircled it, rubbing the hot skin and sending tingles up and down his spine. You have a beautiful prick. I want to feel you inside me.

But I’ve never done that before. He felt a huge wave of fear move through him. And you’re so much bigger than I am.

Doesn’t matter that I’m bigger. Sam’s words were soft and feathery in his ear. And I’ve never let anyone do it before and I want it to be you …

Me? Gordie’s body responded to the touch of Sam’s mouth on his penis, nipping, licking, then engulfing his length. Oh, Gods, Sam!

I want you to fuck me. I want to see your face as you cum inside me and I want to go to sleep with your cum leaking out of me. Now, Sam leaned down so that one of his nipples was just inches from Gordie’s mouth. Are you going to prove that you’re my man or are you going to leave me hungry?

The hardness of Sam’s nipple in his mouth made Gordie’s penis twitch and harden. He ran his hands along that hard body, intoxicated by the knowledge that it belonged to him and that he alone controlled it. He bit down teasingly and Sam threw his gorgeous mane of hair back as he shouted in exhilaration, his dick swelling to a hardness that he never knew existed. 

Turn around. Panting with desire, Sam turned his ass to his lover, groaning loudly as Gordie’s tongue found his pulsating pucker and sank deep within its depths. He felt the outer ring of muscle relax and slide back as he invaded Sam’s asshole. The builder moaned and thrashed, cursing Gordie and telling him that it was unfair. It’s not unfair. I can do what I want to you, understand?

The firm squeeze he gave Sam’s inflamed cock elicited an answering hiss. Oh, Gods, yes! Do what you want with me!

Gordie felt a surge of power and squeezed again, adding a firm stroke. I don’t expect to have my wishes questioned ever again. Do you understand?

Oh, Gordie! He pulled his tongue out, lightly rimming the flexing hole and swiftly sucked the sensitive skin into his mouth. He moved his hand up to caress Sam’s muscular stomach, loving the shudder that rippled beneath his fingers. Yes! Yes, I understand!

Gordie’s tongue again delved deeply into Sam’s hole, lubricating and exploring until his jaw grew tight and sore. Turn back around. Sam quickly obeyed and Gordie lay down on his back, pulling Sam so that he was straddling his waist, their hard penises together. Sit on my cock.

The sensations that he felt were indescribable. Sam lifted up and slowly, carefully impaled himself on Gordie’s pole. He felt the head of his penis stretch the outer ring and pop in. Gordie heard his moan matched with one from Sam, who leaned forward and took a deep breath. Oh, you feel so good! I never thought …

Just fuck me! Gordie was surprised at the fervor in his own voice as Sam’s ass muscles gripped his penis. Yes! Make me cum! Sam moved up and down, his mouth hanging open as a climax quickly built within him. Gordie relentlessly pinched those rosy nipples while he gritted his teeth, trying to fend off the rising heat in his balls, his soul lost in those blue-blue eyes. He was surprised that he was able to last as long as he could.

Gord, I …  Sam’s eyes glazed over as he moaned again. I can’t hold it. Gordie’s dick plunged into his lover and he wanted to scream at the pleasure that fired his soul. Then, suddenly, Sam’s lust-filled eyes met his. Gordie! The builder pumped his ass onto Gordie’s cock furiously, ropes of salty, sweet cum spurting from his slit and falling on Gordie’s chest. 

Oh, Sam! His dick swelled, his balls tightened and his cum erupted deep within Sam’s bowels. Sam’s dick jumped again as he ejaculated again, feeling Gordie’s warm cum coat his insides. He felt Sam’s arms surround him, his lips at his ear as their hearts pounded together.

Time to go to sleep, honey. I’ll see you in the morning.

Gordie turned on his side and smiled as Sam spooned behind him, placing a protective arm across his waist. He pressed a kiss to Sam’s hand and snuggled in closer, slipping once again into the land of Nod and fighting to keep the smile on his face …

*****

When Gordie awoke the next morning, he felt rested and was happy to see that the wound hadn’t seeped overnight. 

And he couldn’t keep the smile from his face as he noticed the rose on his pillow.



To Protect A Prince Ch. 03



The mood was somber when everyone met in the main hall for breakfast. Velvet’s usually jovial nature was subdued, deep bags under her eyes from where she had gone without sleep. Rosebud picked at her scrambled eggs and the queen wouldn’t let little Simon go. It was obvious that the attempt on his life was deeply affecting everyone. Favoring his injured shoulder, Gordie came striding into the room, furrows between his eyes.

“Any word?”

He nodded at the king’s question. “No, sire. We’ve been able to trace the bloodstains as far as the market, but we lost it there. Also, none of the doctors have reported anyone with arrow wounds.”

“What about the horse?” Sam asked as he entered the hall.

“No luck there, either. Amos at the livery said that no one had asked to use one of his horses. So we’re stuck at the moment.”

“We’ll just have to be more careful.” Velvet tore a slice of bacon, chewing thoughtfully. “Simon will be safe inside.”

“He can’t live his life inside forever.” Rosebud murmured. “He needs sunlight and fresh air.”

“We’ll figure out what’s going, princess.” Velvet rubbed Rosebud’s back. “I’ll keep you safe.”

For the first time that morning, Rosebud smiled, looking at Velvet. “I know you will, love.”

Gordie turned away, suddenly uncomfortable with the love he saw radiating between Velvet and the princess. He could only think of Sam, the love of his life that he couldn’t have. He bowed to everyone and silently took his leave.

“Gordie, wait!” Sam ran to catch up with the seneschal, a biscuit in one hand and bacon in the other.

“I don’t have time to talk, Sam.”

“What you mean is that you don’t have time to talk to me.”

Gordie paused, hearing the pain in Sam’s voice. “What do you want, Sam?”

“To talk to you.”

“What for? There’s nothing to say.”

Sam wiped his hands and turned Gordie around, so that he could see his eyes. “There’s plenty to say. Why won’t you look at me?”

“Because it hurts to look at you.”

“It didn’t hurt to look at me last night.”

Gordie seemed lost. “I – I thought that was a dream.”

“Not a dream, just a good hot fuck. You sure seemed to enjoy it.”

Tears blurred his vision. “That wasn’t fair, Sam. You knew I was exhausted.”

“So? You wanted sex and I wanted sex. What was the problem?”

Sam’s words burned a hole in Gordie’s gut. “So it was just … sex?”

Can’t let him get attached to me. It’s too dangerous! “Of course it was. What did you think it was, love?”

Without another word, Gordie whirled and left the hallway, breaking into a run as soon as he reached outside. He couldn’t bear to stay and hear his heart break any further.

******

Velvet went to speak with the king later in the day because something was bothering her. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she knew that King Simon would be able to help. The king challenged her to a game of chess, their favorite pastime, and she happily accepted. The first game went to the king, the second to her.

“So what’s on your mind, Velvet?”

“How do you know I’ve got something on my mind?”

“Because you never let me win!” He grinned evilly and she laughed.

“You are right as always, sire.” She sat back and took a sip of ale. “I don’t know why, but I feel like I’ve seen Sam somewhere before.”

“Really? Where?”

“That’s the problem. I don’t know. I keep trying to remember, but things get hazy.”

“But you feel that you know him?” Velvet nodded in response and the king thought for a moment. “Do you think that he had anything to do with the attack on the prince?”

“I can’t say for certain, sire, but he seems to be as upset as the rest of us.” She paused. “It could all be an act, though.”

“Yes, it could be, though his skill as a builder is not an act.”

“No, sire, that much is sure.” She agreed. “But this feeling that I have, I just couldn’t go without letting you know.”

“And I appreciate that you always speak with me about your concerns. That’s one of the reasons that I love you so.” King Simon moved a rook. “That, and the fact that you sometimes let me win.”

Velvet moved her king piece, arose and pressed a kiss to the king’s forehead. “Checkmate.”

*****

Gordie decided that it would be a good idea to leave the castle for awhile and reined his horse in as he reached the town livery. Amos met him at the entrance, his wild white hair sticking up all over, a gleam in his eyes.

“Afternoon, Sir Gordie!”

“Good afternoon, Amos. How are you?”

“Fine, sir.” He paused a moment. “Better than you, I think.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Amos carefully looked around to be sure that they weren’t being observed. “Come with me.” He took the horse’s leading reins and the two men moved inside the huge barn. “I heard that you had some trouble at the new site.” His voice was quiet but clear. “And that you were looking for a bloody horse.”

“Yes. Someone tried to harm the prince.”

Amos turned Gordie’s horse into a stall and secured him. Glancing around, he moved to an adjacent stall, where a chestnut stallion lounged, occasionally whinnying and stamping a foot. Amos leaned over the gate and pulled a side of the horse’s cover off. There, streaking the horse’s flank, were lines of dried blood. Gordie felt the blood drain from his face as anger roiled in his innards.

“Whose horse is this?”

“Don’t know the gentleman’s name. He gave my assistant, Will, a sack of gold to look after him. Said that he’d be back to get him in a few days and told Will not to let anyone near him.”

“Could Will describe him?”

“Probably. Come on. Will’s out back.” They found the young man repairing fencing along the outside stable area. He looked up as Amos and Gordie approached. “Sir Gordie, this is my assistant, Will. Will, Sir Gordie’s the seneschal for the king.”

Will bowed respectfully. “Nice to meet you, sir.”

“Same here, Will. Amos tells me that you took payment for the covered horse.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Can you tell me about the man who paid you? What he looked like?”

“He was a short man, sir. Didn’t say much, just kinda grunted his words. Said he’d be back in a few days.”

“Amos told me that he also said that he didn’t want the horse touched.”

“Yes, sir. I figured it was because of the injury.”

“Injury? What injury?”

Well, when I removed his saddle, I saw that there was blood on it. When I said something about it, he said that it wasn’t important and that the horse wasn’t hurt. But I noticed that he walked with a limp.”

“Might’ve caught an arrow in the leg. Would make sense seeing the blood on the horse like that.”

“That’s a good guess, Amos.” Gordie fished a few coins out of his pocket and gave them to Will. “Thanks.”

“Yes, sir, and if you hear anything else, please let me know.” 

Gordie headed into town, his mind torn between the horse’s mysterious owner and Sam.

*****

Sam accepted the message from the young boy and gave him a coin for his trouble. He didn’t have to read it. He knew whom it was from and what it would say. And he was angry. They had never found him this fast. He should have left after the attempt on Prince Simon’s young life. He knew that it had been meant for him and his continued presence would bring further danger to this family, this wonderful family. That I wish I were part of.

He felt like screaming, like breaking glass and pottery until his anger was assuaged. Gods, I’m so tired of running! I’m so tired of lying! I’m so very tired! He had found something that was more precious than his life. He had found love. He suddenly saw Gordie’s eyes, painfully remembering watching how the light had gone out in them when he told him that it had just been sex. His chest tightened, his eyes filling with unshed tears. It wasn’t just sex, Gordie!

How could he tell Gordie the truth? Gordie would never trust him again. He certainly wouldn’t believe that Sam had never allowed anyone to make love to him, that Gordie had been his first. He had only been here for a few weeks but he had changed so much. And it was all because of Gordie. Oh, Gordie! I would give anything to stay here with you!

But he knew what had to be done. He had to leave and he had to make sure that Gordie wouldn’t follow. And for the first time in his life, Samuel Fontaine deWeath cried.

***** There had been no further information to be found concerning the horse’s owner, so Gordie concluded his business in town, bought a few things for the family and headed back. Darkness had already enveloped the castle and he decided to keep the new information he’d received until morning. There was no sense in worrying the king at this late hour. He dismounted, gave his packages to one of the house lads and went on his daily rounds, happy to find that there had been no problems in his absence.

As he climbed the stairs to his rooms, he heard the soft sounds of sex and from the volume, the participants were nearby. He knew that it wasn’t Velvet and Rosebud. He had come upon them once and gave them a stern warning, which was received with several giggles. He knew they would not ignore his words.

“Oh, yes, that’s how I like it. Yes, just like that.”

He paused at the steps leading to the west parapet, quietly ascending when he heard more noises. Just at the top, he was able to see two figures and moved closer, still cloaked in shadow. Moonlight bathed Sam’s naked chest, shining on his face as he threw his head back. A member of his guard staff was on his knees in front of him and Gordie could see his head moving back and forth, leaving no doubt as to what he was doing.

“Oh, yeah, suck it, baby.” Sam’s gentle baritone urged his lover. “You’re gonna make me cum.” The kneeling man’s head bobbed faster now and Gordie watched Sam’s hands move down, gripping his head while his hips pumped. “Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Oh, fuck! Here it comes! Drink my cum!”

Sam felt his body stiffen and gasped as he ejaculated into the waiting man’s mouth, ramming the fat head down his throat to make his deposit. When he opened his eyes, he saw Gordie standing at the top of the steps, his face crumpling in defeat. He pumped his hips again and again as more ropes of cum squirted into the kneeling man’s mouth.

With a cry of horrible pain, Gordie wheeled and ran away, leaving Sam and his lover in an awkward silence.

“Was that good?”

“That was great.” He gave the young man some coins and watched him return to his duties. Now he was certain that Gordie would not follow him. Now he could leave.

*****

“King Simon!” Velvet dashed into the king’s antechamber, startling the royals who were just arising. “Forgive my intrusion, but Sam is gone.”

“What do you mean, gone?”

“I mean, gone, sire. His things are gone and his horse is missing.”

“Did anyone see him leave?”

“I haven’t had a chance to speak with Gordie yet … “

At that moment, the door opened and Sir Gordie strode in, bowing low. 

“Ah, speak of the devil.” The king pulled his robe on with Velvet’s help. “News?”

“The bridge guard allowed him to leave late last night. He said that he had urgent business to attend to and wasn’t sure if he would be able to return.”

“Where did he say he was going?”

“He didn’t, sire.”

“Did anyone else see him or speak to him before he left?”

“The only thing that we know for sure is that he received a message yesterday afternoon.” Gordie stated.

“A message? Where is it?”

“I don’t know. It might still be in his room.”

Gordie sprinted to the room and returned with a crumpled envelope of parchment. The look on his face mirrored the confusion they all felt.

“Did you find it?”

“I only found an empty envelope addressed to Samuel Fontaine deWeath.”

“deWeath!” The king gasped. “The prince deWeath?”

“That’s where I knew him from!!!” Velvet exclaimed. “I did some work for his father, King Peter, a few years ago. We built him a new root cellar and Sam was tasked to supervise.”

“Well, why didn’t he just tell us?” Queen Rosamund queried.

“Because he’s hiding.” Velvet said. “From what I don’t know, but why would he hide his identity, especially in the company of other royals, if he wasn’t hiding?”

“Maybe the attempt on little Simon was really meant for him!” They all looked at Gordie, realizing that pieces of the puzzle were falling into place.

“And he’s left to make sure that none of us get hurt.” The queen supplied happily.

There was a knock on the door and one of Gordie’s guard staff stepped in, bowing low. He turned to Gordie. “Sir Gordie, I need to speak with you.”

“Go ahead, Henry.”

The young man glanced around at the audience. “Um, sir, it might be best if you hear this news in private.”

Gordie stilled his anger. He knew what news the young man was here to impart. Henry was Sam’s lover, the one he had seen on the parapet last night. “Nonsense, Henry. Everyone in this room would want to hear whatever you have to say.”

The man cleared his throat nervously. “Y-Yes, sir. Rolf came and asked if anyone had seen or spoken with Mr. Weatherly before he left and when I said that I had, he told me to come straight to you.”

“Go on.”

“Sir, um, Mr. Weatherly offered to pay me to give him a … a suck job.”

“What?” The queen shouted.

“I beg your pardon, your majesty.” He coughed lightly. “He told me that he would pay me 4 coins if I gave him a suck job on the west parapet around midnight.”

“On the parapet at midnight? That sounds strange.” Velvet said. “Why would he want it out in the open?”

“I think he was doing it to make Sir Gordie jealous.” The uncomfortable silence made him fidget. “When we started, he would only let me touch his … his penis. He said that he didn’t want to … you know, too fast.”

“We understand, Henry.” Velvet said softly. “Please go on.”

“Anyway, when we heard the final whistle, telling the guard staff that Sir Gordie had completed final rounds, he let me put him in my mouth and he got loud, telling me what he liked and what he wanted me to do to him.” Henry hesitated. “I heard someone on the steps behind us but he wouldn’t let me stop. He just grabbed my head and started ramming himself down my throat. He came almost immediately. I never saw who was behind us but I suspected it was you, sir.”

Gordie could barely find his voice. “How could you know that?”

“I heard you crying in your room when I passed, sir.” No one in the room spoke for several long moments. “I was going to tell you this morning, but when this all happened … “

“I understand, Henry. Thank you.”

“Will you release me, sir?” Henry’s face reddened. “I did leave my post last night.”

“No, you won’t be released, but you will be disciplined.”

Henry bowed his head. “Thank you, sir.”

“Go back to the barracks. I’ll talk to you later.” Again, silence pervaded the room, this time, broken by the king.

“Well, when do you leave?”

“Sire?”

“I said, when do you leave? Seems like the most important thing we can do as a royal family is to aid another royal in need. Sam has to be found.”

“But, sire,” Gordie protested. “He obviously doesn’t want to be found.”

“Gordie, he loves you.” The queen said softly. “He arranged that show with Henry to make you angry enough not to follow him so that you wouldn’t get hurt. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.”

Velvet turned to the king. “We’ll leave immediately, sire.”

“We?” Gordie asked as she pulled him to the door.

“Yes, we. Did you think I would let you go alone?”

*****

Gordie returned to his rooms to pack his saddlebags and was stunned to find a single pink satin rose and an envelope in his shirt drawer. With shaking fingers, he opened the letter.

Gordie, I don’t know where to start. First of all, I love you. I’ve loved you since you allowed me to make love to you at our picnic. Once I saw the beauty of your heart and tasted the sweetness of your body, my heart was lost. But I am not really who I say I am and my true identity has brought danger to this household. And I couldn’t stand to see you hurt.

So I have to leave. Hopefully, I’ll be able to make you angry enough not to follow me. Maybe in the future, when I am truly free, I can return to your side. Please remember always that I love you.

Sam 

A fire that Gordie never felt before coursed through his veins as he arose and continued packing. He had to save him or his heart would die, too.



To Protect A Prince Ch. 04



Sam awoke and groaned. His entire body was bruised and the coppery taste of blood swam in his mouth. He wanted to move but he was afraid of more pain and he figured that the longer he pretended unconsciousness, the longer he could escape his jailer’s attentions. He didn’t think he could survive another beating.

“Is he awake yet?” A voice asked and he heard the lock turn, the door squeaking open. 

“Don’t think so. He ain’t moved since last night.” Another voice replied.

“Is he dead?”

He felt cold fingers pressing against his throat for a few moments. “Naw. He’s got a good pulse. Why don’t you just give him a good kick? I bet he’ll wake up!” The sole of a boot slammed into his ass and his body jackknifed, a moan of pain escaping his lips. “See, I told you he’d wake up.”

“Get up, you filthy piece of shit!”

Sam groaned, trying to push the aches aside so that he could arise and finally face his kidnappers. He blinked several times to clear his vision and groaned at the sight of his sister, Princess Ashley deWeath. Next to her was a young man he didn’t know, grinning at him.

“Ashley.”

“Hello, little brother.” He had forgotten how beautiful his only sister was. Her midnight black hair was coiled in long braids on her head and her blue eyes sparkled like sapphires in a sunlit stream. “Sleep well?”

“Ashley, why are you doing this?” Sam reeled back in pain as the young man’s fist drove the breath from his lungs.

“I ask the questions. You answer them.” She smiled. “Now, where is Daddy’s ring?”

“I told you I don’t have it.” Again, a fist plowed into his stomach and he fell to his knees, retching emptily.

“Not the right answer, dear brother.” She waited until he had recovered sufficiently before continuing. “Reynauld told me that he had given you the ring. I don’t think he would lie on his deathbed, do you?”

“His deathbed? Reynauld’s dead?”

“Yes. Prince Reynauld is dead. Seems he had been poisoned but they never found the culprit.”

“Oh, my, God! I don’t … I can’t … oh, Reynauld.” Sam felt tears constrict his throat as he thought of his only brother lying helpless while his power and money-hungry sister slowly poisoned him.

“Don’t waste your tears for him.” Princess Ashley spat, her eyes flashing in anger. “He was a weakling, just like our father.” She checked her fingernails. “I was born to rule this family and that’s what I intend to do.”

“That’s not your choice, Ashley. Reynauld was the oldest and that’s whom our father wanted in charge.”

“LIAR!” She spat. “ am the oldest. I just don’t have something dangling between my legs like you!”

“I’m sorry, Ashley, but those were Dad’s wishes. Why didn’t you just talk to him about it?”

“Talk to him, are you crazy? ‘Women are meant to be behind the man, not beside and not in front.’ Remember him saying that?” 

Sam winced as the memory came flooding back. They were all children: Ashley was 10, Reynauld was nearly 9 and he was 7 and King Peter had been watching them play before he interrupted to tell the boys that they would start studying with a statecraft tutor once a week. Ashley had asked why she couldn’t attend as well and that’s when the king had made that comment. “Yes, I do.”

“He ceased to be my father on that day.” She growled.

“I understand, Ashley, but we didn’t cease to be your brothers.”

“Yes, you did! When you agreed to Reynauld’s succession, you did!”

“What were we supposed to do? You know that male succession is law!”

“QUIET!” Ashley’s shout startled Sam into silence. “You don’t care, Samuel. You were always his favorite, even though you liked boys.” She walked up to him, limping and at that moment, he saw that madness swirled in those jewel-like orbs. “You disgust me.”

Sam ignored the glob of spittle that slowly slid down his cheek as the pain of his brother’s death and his sister’s insanity drove him to tears.

*****

It had taken three days to find out where Sam had been taken and as the details and pieces of the riddle came into focus, Gordie and Velvet realized that Sam was in grave danger. His brother had been poisoned and her sister was missing, but on a reconnaissance trip to the farm site, they had seen her and realized that she had kidnapped her own brother. They still did not know why she had done so, nor whether he was still alive but they knew what kind of person she was when she stepped out into the side yard and had a quick fuck with one of the stable boys. Thus, their plan was born.

“Are you sure you can go through it?”

“It won’t be a problem. I made love to you.”

“Gordie, that was different and you know it!”

Gordie laughed at Velvet’s indignation, nerves making his chest flutter. He was going to save Sam and he would do whatever he had to and if making love to a princess whore was on the agenda, he would meet the task. “I know, love.” He touched her cheek, pressing a quick kiss to her mouth. “We made love. I will be fucking her.”

Velvet sniffed, still pretending to be hurt. “Okay. Just as long as you know.” She led her horse away, heading for the secret hollow they’d scouted out days before. “I’ll be waiting for your signal.”

“I know.”

“You be careful. She’s a snake.”

“I will.” He pulled himself up into his saddle. “I have to.” He murmured to himself. “For Sam.”

*****

“Hey! Someone’s coming!”

Gordie heard the shout as he entered the dirt lane near the farm’s entrance. Suddenly, the countryside came alive with men, all holding weapons. He pulled his stallion to a halt, eyeing the men.

“Good morning, gents.”

“Good morning, yourself.” One man strode forward, smiling and showing quite a few missing teeth.” Nice horse you have there.”

“Yes, he is. A good farrier always has a good mount. Would your master be interested in a farrier?”

“What’s a farrier?” 

“Someone that cares for shoeing horses.”

“You can shoe horses?”

“Yes.”

No Teeth conversed with his other mates, then strode back over, sheathing his sword. “Well, mister, you’re in luck. We have three horses that need shod.”

“Yeah, and maybe her highness will want to sample his wares!” Another yelled and they all dissolved into laughter at the bawdy remark.

“Follow me.” No Teeth said, leaping onto his own horse. “I’ll take you to meet the mistress.”

The barn was a large building with several rooms underground. After showing him where to tie his horse, he took Gordie down a long passageway. “This is a nice place you have here.”

“Yeah, we all has rooms down here. Stays nice and cool.”

“No smell from the animals?”

“Not much.”

There was a door at the very end, but No Teeth turned down another hallway. “Another bedroom?”

“No. That’s the guest room.” He snickered and waved Gordie forward, missing the look of relief that briefly flooded his features. Gordie knew that he had found Sam.

No Teeth knocked and after hearing a call, opened the door to the largest room in the compound. The princess was lounging on a chair, her luscious body covered by the thinnest gauze robe. She dropped the cluster of green grapes she was eating and arose to meet Gordie. He bowed low, noticing her limp and remaining low until she commanded him to rise.

“Well, Marley, you already have this one well-trained.”

“It just seemed the right thing to do,” Gordie let his eyes sweep her body as if she were a prime side of beef. “With one such as lovely as you are.”

Her smile was brilliant and the resemblance to Sam sliced through him. Still, he kept up the pretense. He was so close. “Your name?”

“Michael. Michael Edward.”

“He’s a farrier, ma’am. He can shoe the horses and fix the harnesses.” Marley supplied.

“Just what we were looking for. How did you know that we were in need of a farrier?”

Be careful. He and Velvet had removed shoes from some of the horses during the last few nights and this woman seemed smart. “I was just traveling through the area. I just came from King Simon’s castle, just east of here. Are you familiar with King Simon and Queen Rosamund?”

“No, I’m not.”

“They are quite wonderful people. You see, they had quite a few horses that needed to be 

shod … “

“I’m sure that they were quite interesting.” She interrupted, heading back to her cool perch. “Well, you might as well get started. Marley, make sure that he joins me for dinner tonight.”

Marley nodded and led Gordie from the room. “You must have the luck of the angels.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Very few of us have ever been granted dinner with her majesty. She must really want a piece of you!!” Marley clapped him on the back, laughing heartily as they traversed the hallway once more. Gordie stole a glance at the end door, his heart pounding. So close, Sam. Hang on!

He put in a solid day of work, shoeing, trimming and cleaning the feet of four horses. The mistress had decided that all the animals should be re-shod and cared for which made him happy. It meant more work and it meant that he could hang around, without his presence seeming strange. After a bath, he dressed in his nicest clothes and was escorted to the princess’s room by Marley.

“Good evening.” He bowed again.

“Yes, it will be good.” She smiled, taking his hand and drawing him inside. Candles lit the room with a soft glow and service for two had been laid out on a small table. She was still wearing the robe, a large and fragrant gardenia tucked behind her ear. “Welcome to dinner with me.”

“I am honored, but I must confess, I don’t know your name.”

“It’s Ashley.”

“Ashley.” He kissed the back of her hand. “Beautiful.”

“What about the rest of me?”

“Very delicious.” He decided to press his advantage. “May I have a sample?”

Her eyes darkened with desire. “Of course.”

He pulled a few buttons open and pushed the robe down over one shoulder, freeing a dark-nippled breast. She shouted as he pulled the nub into his mouth and gave it a hard suck, his tongue bruising as he went. When he released her, he saw that her eyes were glassy, her desire fueled by the violence in his touch. He gave her a smirk. “Tastes good.” She trembled as he pinched the nipple, giving it a twist. “Is your pussy delicious, too?”

“You’ll have to wait and see.” She detached herself, attempting to recover her queenly composure, but this newcomer had gotten to her. Finally! Someone who enjoyed a little pain with pleasure. “Let’s eat first.”

Dinner seemed to drag on. Gordie kept the charm going, sucking her nipples to painful points between servings and letting her rub his bulge. The dessert plates had been removed and only a large decanter of port sat between them and hot sex. She grabbed the port and sat on the bed, reclining in a mound of pillows and motioned for him to join her. He grabbed the glasses, but moved between her legs, pinning her to the pillows as he forcefully rubbed his bulge on her. She groaned.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll never want me to leave.”

“Is that so?” She whispered huskily. “Think you can satisfy me?”

“I don’t think it, I know it.” He flexed his hips, drawing himself across her sensitized clit. A shudder ran through her body. “I’m going make you wish that this night never ends.”

She pulled his mouth down to hers, bruising his in the process. He knew that she was turned on. He hoped it was the impetus that he needed. “Gods, you’re going to be a great fuck.” She bit his bottom lip. “You promise to hurt me?”

“Yes.” He pinched both of her nipples, leaning down to bite her neck and smiled when she screamed. “Whatever you want.”

“Good.” She purred like a well-oiled kitten. “Why don’t we start with some port?”

*****

She had drank the entire bottle of port by herself. He was playing a very dangerous game but he couldn’t stop now. He filled both of their glasses and she undressed, rubbing against him. Whenever he had to kiss her, he dumped most of the contents of his glass into hers and made sure hers was filled all night. Thankfully, she passed out before he had to consummate the act.

When he opened the door, he was glad to see that it was empty but he heard voices coming and recognized that one of them was Marley.

Marley’s knock was light, so light that he would not have heard it but Gordie saw the door open out of the corner of his eye. He had prepared so when Marley came in, he saw Gordie fiercely pumping between Ashley’s legs. The door closed after a few moments.

He covered Ashley up again and listened at the door until the footsteps had disappeared. The hallway was empty and he hurried to the door at the end of the first hall. As the door swung open, he released his breath. Sam was hanging limply, chained to the ceiling by shackles and he was completely naked. His long, sinewy body was dotted with bruises, some blue, some black, some purple and lash marks striped his stomach, legs and back. 

Gordie forced himself to remain calm as he lifted Sam’s head and saw one eye swollen shut and black circles around each. “Sam!” He said roughly. “Sam, wake up!”

Sam’s good eye fluttered open and nausea bubbled freshly in his throat. His first thought was that he had died. There was no way that Gordie was here, tears running down his cheeks. “G-Gord?”

“Oh, Sam! You’re alive!” Gordie grabbed the back of Sam’s head and pulled his mouth down, feeling the larger man wince in pain. He relaxed his grip, gently slipping his tongue in Sam’s mouth, renewing their feelings and letting him know what was in his heart. When he pulled back, he saw a new light in Sam’s eyes.

“Gordie.” Sam didn’t bother to hold his tears back. “Please forgive me.”

“Later. Where’s the keys?” Gordie found them under a clump of hay near the door. He unlocked the shackles and helped Sam to the bench to rest. “Where are your clothes?”

“I don’t have any. They burned them when they took me.” He rasped, still sobbing. “Gordie, please, I’m so sorry. I just … “

“I know. You wanted to make me jealous. Well, you succeeded.” Gordie barked, grabbing a candle and setting it on the high window ledge. It would only be a matter of moments now. He felt a little guilty about snapping at Sam but he was still angry at him. “And if you ever do any shit like that again, I’ll strangle you.” Before he could help himself, he was ferociously kissing and hugging Sam tightly.

“I wanted to hurt you. I wanted you to think that I was a horrible person so that you would forget me.” Sam whispered, gratefully accepting his kisses. “But I don’t want to hurt you, Gord. I love you. I love you!”

An explosion sounded from outside and Gordie jumped. “Tell me later. Let’s get out of here!”

The rest of the escape was a blur as a rainstorm opened overhead. Scores of men overran the farm and individual fights had broken out all over. Gordie was surprised at the volume of the troops until one contingent stopped him, identified themselves as hailing from the house of deWeath and took charge of the prince, covering Sam with a cloak and whisking him to safety. 

Gordie cursed, vowing not to be separated from his love again and after collecting his horse, made his way through the warring crowds to catch up with the gilded black royal carriage. The sleek black horses reared back as the coachman snatched at the reins, staring down the drawn bow of a trembling seneschal, his hair slicked with rain and tears brimming in his eyes. “I want Sam.”

“Get out of the way before I make you sorry.”

“Do whatever you have to because I must do the same.” His lips quivered as he fought to hold his composure. “Sam, please! Don’t let them take you away from me!” Gordie felt something melting inside him. His fears, his worries; nothing was as scary as losing Sam. He would do anything to keep Sam.

“Move, young man, or I shall be forced to run you over!”

“Sam! Sam, please!” Memories ran through Gordie’s head; memories of a past that he had tried to forget now reared their ugly heads. The mother that had been cold to him, the father who ignored him for a military existence, his adopted family that had raised him, given him skills and a future, then had been tragically taken away by an accidental fire. “I don’t want to be without you! Please!”

“This is your last warning!”

“Sam!” He felt as if he were in a strange dream. His years of military duty flashed by in his mind and he watched as some of his comrades died while he survived. He had become a better man, but his emotions had disappeared, neatly tucked away in a tidy corner. Then, his chance meeting with the king and his appointment as seneschal. Still protected but still alone. 

“Did you hear me?”

“Please, Sam!” The king and Queen Rosamund had taken a liking to him, something that he had tried to ignore, but he found himself wanting to please them, as if they were his real parents. Then, he met the exquisite Princess Rosebud, had seen her acquire his now best friend, her lover, Velvet. Prince Simon was the icing on the cake but as much as they had loved and accepted him, he had never been able to completely demolish the wall that stood between him and his emotions.

And then, he released his feelings, welcoming the tears and the confusion that branded him human. “SAM, I LOVE YOU!”

The carriage door burst open and Sam stepped out, fighting off the hands of the guards sent to protect him. He pulled the cloak close and walked to the side of Gordie’s horse. “Gordie,“ He said gently. “Drop your bow.” Bow and arrow clinked harmlessly in the grass.

With the greatest passion he’d ever felt in his life, Sam reached up and opened his arms to Gordie. The smaller man slid off the horse’s back and clung to him, sobs rending his composure into shreds and love bursting within his heart. “You belong with me, Gord. Forever.”

Gordie shook his head, unable to stop his tears as Sam covered him with the cloak and took him into the carriage, heading for King Simon’s castle.



To Protect A Prince Ch. 05



Prince Samuel Fontaine deWeath awoke in a soft, comfortable feather bed, his bruised body caressed in luxury. He hadn't felt this contented and at ease since he'd been a boy in his father's castle, free to run in the sun and climb in the trees. He took a deep breath and released it, a smile creasing his bruised features.

Moonlight pouring into the open window lit Gordie's blond hair and fair skin like white satin and Sam couldn't help but smile as he ran his fingertips over his soft cheeks and even softer lips. Sir Gordon Michael Thewlis was curled alongside him, his skin pressed against Sam's, his hand over Sam's heart. When they had arrived at the castle, Gordie wouldn't let him go. They held hands as Sam entered and was welcomed by the king and queen.

His father, King Peter, who had recently arrived, had other ideas. The guards quickly ushered him up to the suite of rooms and tried to have Gordie removed. The handsome, short, blond man would have nothing of it. He told everyone who was near and wanted to listen that he was not going to leave Sam's side, no matter what. He didn't even budge when Velvet came in, but she did not ask him to. She wanted to let him know that she was all right and that they would talk later. She gave him a warm kiss and pressed her lips to Sam's mouth, whispering a welcome to the family.

It was well after midnight and despite the days of torture he had endured, he was well-refreshed after the few hours of rest and sleep he'd gotten. What woke him up was Gordie's rock-hard penis poking his thigh.

"Gordie." He grimaced in pain as he turned onto his side, still gently touching his face. Gordie's eyes slowly opened, his face blooming into a heartwarming smile. "Hi."

Gordie didn't want to talk. He carefully moved up and placed a long kiss on Sam's lips, sighing in happiness as his tongue wrapped warmly around his. He felt Sam's body respond as he moved his fingers over his stomach and lightly grasped his cock. "Feels like you're feeling better."

"Much." Sam whispered, running his fingers through Gordie's hair and pulling his down for another kiss. "Make love to me."

"I don't want to hurt you, Sam."

Their eyes met and Sam smiled through his tears. "I know, love. You won't."

Gordie didn't waste any time. After kissing Sam's generous mouth again, he moved down to pay some attention to his tight nipples. Sam groaned softly and Gordie ran his teeth over them, rubbing through the fur. He continued his journey downward, over the flat planes of Sam's stomach, following the silky path of hair that led to his rock-hard penis. He gazed at it for a moment, using his fingertips to trace the heated flesh before following with his mouth.

"Oh, Gord!" Sam wanted to scream at the sensation of his lover's mouth on his rod. He felt as if he had died and gone to heaven as Gordie's tongue swirled around the head, scraping against the sensitive underside and sending electric bolts through his body. His fingers couldn't help but find Gordie's soft blond hair and wrap in it as Gordie's mouth teased and taunted, then finally engulfed him.

Gordie pressed Sam down his throat until his pubes tickled his nose and pulled back, repeating the actions as slowly as possible. He wanted this to be good for Sam. He wanted to taste Sam's sweet cum and hear him cry out in pleasure. He wanted Sam to forget. 

He was surprised when Sam stopped him. "Oh, baby. It's too good. You're going to make me cum."

"That's what I want." 

Sam laid his head back down and gasped as Gordie again took his penis deep into his throat and groaned deeply when his fingers lifted his heavy balls and tugged slightly. "Oh, baby!" His body felt like it was on fire, his skin tingling in anticipation. "Don't stop. Oh, yes! Just like that!" The breath caught in his throat as Gordie deep-throated him over and over, faster and faster, bringing him just to the edge and stopping. "Oh, Gordie! Don't stop! Please!" 

Gordie did it a few more times, denying him just as he was ready. He didn't recognize the words flowing from Sam's mouth because he was whimpering and moaning them, but he knew that his lover was ready. Once again, he pulled Sam's engorged cock deeply into his throat and used his swallowing muscles to stroke him.

He had never felt anything like it. Sam shouted as he exploded in Gordie's throat, feeling his muscles milking yet another and another ejaculation out of his tight balls to slide into the seneschal's belly. Exhaustion overtook him for a moment and he closed his eyes, reveling in the beautiful feelings of pleasure that curled his toes and the love that saturated his soul. He opened his eyes to see Gordie looking down at him, smoothing the hair out of his face and he pulled him down for a kiss, whispering, "Fuck me."

Gordie turned around and offered his prick to Sam for lubing while he reached between Sam's legs and slid his fingers down the sweaty crease. He groaned as Sam began to suck on him and he stuck a finger into Sam's tight hole. Sam's moan hummed down the length of his dick and down his spine, drawing one of his own. Quickly, he added a second and third finger, making Sam's body arch in response. Sam moaned again and Gordie decided that it was time.

He turned and moved down Sam's body, pushing his legs back and positioning his head at his primed entrance. Sam grunted as the fat head pressed, then popped past his anal ring and gasped as Gordie's thick shaft plunged into him. Just that realization was enough to bring his limp cock back to life and he reached down to stroke himself, only to have Gordie smack his hand away.

"That's mine."

Gordie began to move slowly at first, gritting his teeth at the sensations, trying to make himself last, but he knew that it wasn't going to work. He was loving the feeling of being inside Sam, knowing that the ecstasy he saw written on Sam's face was because of him. He parted Sam's legs and bent forward to lock lips with him, stroking Sam's dick as his penis stroked his asshole. 

"Oh, yeah." Sam whispered against his mouth. "Fuck me, baby. Make me yours."

Make me yours. Those words wrapped around Gordie's heart and he sped up, slamming into Sam. Sam reached down and grabbed his own cock, stroking in time with his lover, his moans and grunts matching Gordie's. He felt Gordie's cock swell and as he felt hot cum splashing his insides, he came again, his own cum coating his chest. "Oh, Sam," He panted. "I love you."

Sam gathered Gordie into his arms and pulled the covers back over them, snuggling together in the sticky throes of their passion, a deep sigh escaping him as he drifted off to sleep. "I love you, too."

* * * * *

"Good morning!"

King Simon, King Peter and Queen Rosamund looked up as Prince Sam and Sir Gordie entered the chamber. King Peter arose and closed the space between his son and him, fiercely embracing him.

"Ouch!"

"Sorry, son." He released him, looking him over from head to toe. "How are you feeling?"

"Much better, thanks." Sam turned to Gordie, putting an arm around him and pulling him forward. "Father, I would like you to meet Sir Gordon Thewlis, Gordie, I'd like you to meet my father, King Peter."

King Peter extended his hand with a critical eye. "Yes, I think I met this young man last night." He shook Gordie's hand. "I owe you a great debt of gratitude, Sir Gordon. You saved my son's life."

"I didn't do anything that he wouldn't have done for me, sire."

"That may be true, but he's my ... " The king's voice cracked. "He's my only son."

Queen Rosamund arose in the silence and led the king back to his chair, soothing him with quiet words while Gordie and Sam sat. "Prince Sam ... "

"Please, ma'am, call me Sam."

She smiled in a motherly nature. "All right, Sam. You have a lot of decisions to make now. Reynauld is dead and Ashley is dead. You are Peter's remaining heir and it falls to you to take over."

"But I don't want to be King." Sam whined. "I want to build houses and castles and ... "

"You could be both, son." King Peter said softly. "When I was away on business, I left your lovely mother in the hands of our seneschal. What's to say that you could not do the same?"

Sam looked from his father to Gordie. "You would accept Gordie reigning at my side?"

"After the way he told everyone that he was going to stay with you, no matter what, I don't see how we have much of a choice in the matter." A huge smile split Sam's handsome features and he shared the feeling with Gordie, who sat stunned. "Besides, Sir Gordon is a worthy seneschal and I have absolute confidence in his ability to protect you."

"And ... " The queen grinned. "We found that your father's land and our land touch at the site of the new castle, so we decided that that should be your castle. Yours and Gordie's."

Tears pricked his eyes as he realized what her words meant. A permanent home to share with Sam, far enough for privacy and close enough to remain within the family. Sam's hands enveloped his own and he met his eyes with a smile. "Ours."

"Yes, love. Ours."

"I take it that you accept, Prince Sam?"

Sam felt lost in love as he melted into Gordie's beautiful green eyes. "Yes, Queen Rosamund. I accept."

"Good. Now, we've have the papers drawn up, Sam. Do you have your father's seal?"

* * * * *

"Yes." He murmured dreamily, still gazing at Gordie. Our days will be filled with my love of building and our nights filled with his love ... 

"Well, may I have it?"

"What? Oh, yes, ma'am." Sam turned again to Gordie. "Where is the last rose I gave you before I left?"

"The silk one? In my drawer upstairs."

"Will you get it for me?" It took a few minutes for Gordie to run up to his room and retrieve the rose from its place in his undergarment drawer. "Here it is."

The group watched as Sam untied a thin green ribbon at the base of the silk rose and the fabric blossomed open to reveal a heavy gold ring nestled in its heart. Gordie gasped. "I had it all this time?"

Sam grinned. "Who else better to protect the seal than the seneschal, especially the one who protects my heart?" Everyone smiled as he turned to the King. "Here's your royal seal, your majesty."

King Peter took it with a tear-filled smile and sealed the papers that promised Sam and Gordie the rest of their lives together.

* * * * *

The building of the new castle started immediately. Sam and Gordie knew that it would take a few years but they were happy with the rooms that King Simon had provided as their temporary home. Gordie spent most of his time at the site, supervising the building and making sure that his security measures were put in. He was checking out the new portcullis when Henry came riding up, his face split with a smile.

"It's time, Sir Gordie!"

Gordie wasted no time in dashing to his horse and riding behind Henry. It took a few hours to reach the Sister Estate and he threw the reins at Henry, running inside.

The most beautiful sight he'd ever seen met his eyes. In Princess Rosebud's huge bed lay the sleeping Princess and one squirming bundle. Velvet arose from her side and embraced Gordie as he entered. Sam was sitting in a chair on the other side of the bed, his face streaked with tears, another squirming bundle cradled in his arms. Gordie strode to his side, crouching at his feet.

"Oh, Gordie. I had no idea." Sam's voice cracked with emotion. He looked down into the tiny face, a face that resembled his own. "I had no idea it could be so beautiful!"

"That's why I told you that it was your turn." He leaned up and kissed Sam's quivering lips. "And now we have two of our own."

Sam wrenched his eyes away from the baby and watched as Gordie took the other child and sat next to him. A little boy and a little girl. How much more perfect could his life get? He had more business than he could handle and had his own suite of offices in town, doing architectural work for royals and commoners alike. He had a beautiful castle that was being built on land that had been in his family for years. He had his father's love and acceptance and the support of King Simon and Queen Rosamund. And now, Princess Rosebud had given him two beautiful children; two children to share with the love of his life. He couldn't help it. He started to cry again.

"I love you, Sam." Gordie said softly.