Date: Sun, 26 Apr 2020 23:07:15 +0000
From: delgrado@hotmail.fr
Subject: The Royal Prisoner, Chapter 1

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"Please Alexandre, you must go now! There is not a second to lose" The
prince pleaded "No your highness, I cannot leave you" The royal guard
answered "I command you to leave now, you served me well, now you must go"
The prince added, "No, abandoning you is the only thing you cannot command
me to do, your highness".

Prince Victor was the young and only brother of his Majesty, the emperor
Hector the IIIrd. And in this post-apocalyptic mid-21st century, the
Corsican Empire was the hegemonic power in the Mediterranean Sea. Civil war
was raging between the Imperial power and the Rebels. Hector III wanted to
modernize and centralise the institutions. The Rebels in the other hand
were traditionalists and conservatives, they sought to maintain a strong
nobility.

The city of Heraklion was now sieged by the Rebels. The Greek island of
Crete was under Imperial administration since barely ten years. Certainly,
a week spot of the empire but, yet again, no one expected the Rebels to
attack a Greek Island. In many ways this made no sense at all. The only
purpose of this attack was to capture Prince Victor. Supreme general Andria
Di Colona D'Istria wanted to use prince Victor as a puppet emperor in case
of a final victory over Hector III.

The siege was a quick victory for the Rebel army. As troops progressed
inside the city many fled by sea. Prince Victor was trying to convince his
decade-long main bodyguard to flee as well. Unsuccessfully.

The prince, however, was not to let his loyal guard being slaughtered like
a sheep. In a quick move he grabbed the sword of his guard and pointed it
towards his own belly.

"Your highness No!" Screamed the guard desperately. "Stay here and do not
resist, trust me please" Answered the prince. The guard nodded his
approbation weakly. The boots were getting close. Loud noises of shattering
glass were heard.

Suddenly the door was slammed open. The prince grabbed the guard by the arm
and pulled him closer. By the vision of the prince holding the sword, the
soldiers that stormed into the room froze.

"I demand that your officer is presented before me at once" Said the
prince. The soldiers hesitated. One of them signalled to another to go. A
few minutes later an officer entered the room.

"There is no need for any of this your Imperial Highness. No harm will be
done to you" The officer promised.

"I want my guard here to be granted safety under the status of prisoner of
war" Proclaimed the prince. The officer contemplated the idea for a
moment. Finally, he nodded and signalled his soldier to arrest the
guard. As they took him away tears dropped from the prince's eyes. At least
he dropped the sword on the floor, and as the metallic noise resounded
against the marble floor, soldiers seized him.

From there the prince was taken into a boat. One day later they arrived,
but a blindfold was put on him. After several hours on the road he was
carried inside a building. Then his blindfold was taken off.

"Do you know who I am" Said the man in front of him.

"Yes, you are General Hadrien Ciabrini of the Rebel Army" Answered the
prince.

"You are most correct boy" Declared the general. Being called "boy" by a
vulgar rebel soldier made the prince frown. But he knew better than to
provoke a military man.

"Leave us" Commanded the general to his guards. The prince and him were in
a large room. It was beautifully decorated and was most likely a command
room for the general.

The general was a handsome young man, barely twenty-five years old. He was
tall and strong. His hair was black, and his eyes were green. He was
slightly tanned and had moles all over his cheeks.

The prince in the other hand was just a teenager, seventeen. He was blond
and curly. He had blue eyes. He was neither short nor tall. He was very
pale. The boy was slim but athletic.

"Come closer" asked the general. The prince did not answer but did not move
from an inch either. The general then reached his hand and grabbed him by
the belt buckle to pull him closer.

"Am I your prisoner or am I your slave" Asked the prince without a hint of
fear in his voice. The general grabbed the prince by the neck and whispered
in his ears: "You are mine. Prisoner, slave, I don't care how you call it,
but you will obey me" The prince shivered "Now, kneel". The prince then
whispered in the general ears "If you think a prince will ever kneel in
front of a vulgar soldier, then you are deluded, boy". The general smirked,
he liked the prince's arrogance. "I will break you; I will fuck you; I will
make you mine, and soon enough you will beg", "I'm sure you will try,
general" answered the prince, still refusing to give up his pride. Deep
down however the prince was seduced by his captor's charisma.

"Guards, escort the prince to my room." Called the general. "Get some rest
your highness, you shall need it for tomorrow"