Date: Thu, 21 May 2020 02:03:56 +0000
From: Valentin Delgrado <Delgrado@hotmail.fr>
Subject: The Royal prisoner, Chapter 7

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The Royal Prisoner

Chapter 7


Hector was walking in the woods of L'Ospédale, in the mountains of
southern Corsica in which he grew up. It was dark, he could barely see,
except for the fog that floated around. Hector was barefoot, he was only
wearing blue jeans and a white sweatshirt. The moon was bright, and the fog
was glistening. Hector was lost. He felt anxious, and powerless. Somewhere
afar a silhouette was walking away from him. He could not see who it was,
it was only a shadow in the night.

"Hey! Wait for me! Wait!" Hector tried to scream, but he could only
whisper. He tried to raise his voice, but nothing happened. There was no
way he could be heard from where he was. He tried pursuing the silhouette,
but he was slow. His muscles were numb, he could only walk, very slowly. He
was frustrated, he could not scream, he could not run. He was
paralysed. His only way out was reaching the silhouette. A feeling of
warmth was radiating from it in the cold and worrying forest. Amongst these
impressive pines this frail silhouette was a beacon of hope and holiness.

"Victor? Is that you? Victor! Please wait... I am here! Please... I am
right here, please..." Hector was begging with watering eyes. He reached
his hand towards his brother, too far to touch him. He walked slowly in his
direction. Victor halted for a second and turned his head to face his
brother.

"Victor... please let me come to you, please wait for me" he begged once
more. Victor look away and left in the fog from which he appears. Hector
tried to run, but he was stuck. He tried to scream but was mute.

"Victor, please..." he cried "I am so sorry, please let me make this right!
My baby brother... Oh no... please lord help me..." Hector was now
sobbing. He felt so down, so useless. He watched the person he loved the
most in the world walk away, yet there was nothing he could do.

Hector woke up distraught in his bedroom. He was soaking wet from sweat and
was gasping for air. Slowly he was calming down and catching up his
breath. He sat up on the edge of the bed and rested his head on the palm of
his hands.

When he was crowned Emperor, two years ago, he imagined all the sleepless
night, all the pain and sacrifices he would have to make. He understood
what his duty was, for his Nation, for his legacy, for the countless people
which destiny he holds in his hand. What he did not foresaw though, was
that his sweet baby brother, his innocent and fragile beloved brother,
would pay the price of the burden of the crown for him. Hector knew it was
his fault, he was to blame. Because of his failure as a head of State, as a
head of family, as older brother and only remaining close family that
Victor had. This was tearing him apart. He was crushed by guilt.

He wanted to slaughter all the rebels and their family. He would eagerly
turn their lands and properties to dust, erase them from history, deny them
a future for themselves and for their precious names. He wished to
annihilate them. Would he see his brother ever again? Uncertainty made him
sick. When he imagined all the abuse, pain and torture he was possibly
subjected to. This was unbearable. The Emperor stood up, naked, and walked
towards the marble washbasin to clean his face. The cool water washed the
salty drops of sweat from his forefront and nose. While cleaning his face,
he also cleared his mind. He needed to get Victor back, he had to find a
way...




Jerash was slowly awakening. The storm was far away now, the sky was
blue. The golden sunrise was slowly drying the wet buildings, still
dripping. Inside the prince's bedroom the sunlight was peeking through the
heavy curtains. Victor was sleeping face to the bed. The sheet was only
covering from his feet to his thigh, leaving his naked peach exposed as
well as his torso. Hadrien was snuggling against him, sleeping on his side,
his arm resting on the prince's back and his forehead lodged in the curve
of his neck. He was naked as well, and not covered by the sheets at
all. His muscular abs, slightly sprinkled with black hairs, were stretching
with each heavy breathing he took.

The bedroom main door opened, and two servants got in. As every morning,
they mechanically walked towards the windows and tied the curtains to their
hook on the side.

"Good morning your highn..." the servant stuttered when they realised the
prince was not alone. The two servants glanced at one another quickly and
in shock.

"Good morning your highness. Good morning general. Breakfast will be ready
in the lounge" one of them finally sputtered before both bowed and left.

Victor was slowly coming to his senses. He realised he was not alone in his
bed, and he recalled the events of last night. He was equally happy and
anxious. He knew how unstable his relationship with Hadrien had been since
he was his captive here in Jerash. He hoped they could find a common ground
and avoid the yelling and crying at one another.

He did not regret anything, nonetheless. Hadrien was a dream come true, he
reminded him of his brother. Someone that made him feel safe and loved. He
knew this whole relationship was going nowhere. There simply was no future
for the two of them whatever the outcome of the war eventually was. Even if
neither of them was dead by the end of it, a match between Victor and
Hadrien would never get anyone's approval, starting with Hector. He was
worried about being left in an impossible dilemma by the end of it and
being heartbroken, but the attraction was simply too intense to be ignored
or resisted.

Hadrien was awake now. He gently kissed his neck and pulled him closer. His
morning wood was poking his butt cheek and manifestly crying for
attention. Victor reached out and grabbed Hadrien's fat cock before
starting to stroke it. Hadrien moaned and his kisses became more
passionate, his breath more intense. With his other hand Victor sucked his
own fingers and wetted them. Then he rubbed his fingers covered by his
saliva on his hole. He directed Hadrien's throbbing cock and pressed his
butt towards it. Hadrien gripped Victor's hips and pulled him against him
in one stroke. His whole cock entered at once and his balls were touching
the prince's soft skin. A shrill cry escaped Victor's mouth as his hole was
stretched and assaulted.

"You still like it rough I hope" Hadrien groaned barely audible

"I did not know I had a choice" Victor chuckled in return. Hadrien
interrupted his powerful strokes and pulled the prince by the chin to make
him look at him in the eye.

"From now on you have a choice. I will not make you do anything you do not
want to do. So, let me ask once more, do you like it rough?" he asked in a
very serious tone. Victor seemed puzzled by the question he was asked. He
took a few moments to think before answering

"I have never been with anyone else but you. I do not know much about sex
really. I like how you make me feel, I could not say if that is because you
are rough or if it just because I like you..." Victor finally answered,
unsure how Hadrien would feel about that.

"Then I guess I am the one in charge of your education. I hope you are
willing to learn" joked the general while pushing his cock balls deep in
Victor's stretched hole.

"I am, Sir" he answered submissively

"I love it when you play the obedient boy toy" said Hadrien with a
smirk. He fastened his pace and his balls where now producing a smacking
noise each thrust he gave. Victor moaned with a high-pitched voice. The bed
squeaked as it was shaken by the two boy's morning sex. Suddenly Hadrien
gave a powerful thrust and froze while grunting loudly. His balls flexed
and his face crisped. After a few seconds staying inside his boy's hole he
pulled out slowly and laid on his back. Victor turned to him and rested his
head on his chest while caressing his abs.

"I should get going and start with my day" the general announced

"Don't you want to have breakfast with me?" asked the prince with obvious
disappointment

"No, I really should go. Perhaps you would like to have lunch with me in my
study thought?" suggested Hadrien while getting up and grabbing his clothes
from the bedroom floor. Victor stared at the general's muscled back and
butt. When he bent to pick his brief his cheeks spread a little. The
prince's eyes grew wide with lust when he glanced at Hadrien's tight pink
hole, circled by black hairs. Unlike him, the prince did not cum a few
moments ago and was still very horny. The general caught his lustful stare
and quickly straightened.

"Hey! Do not get any idea you little whore, nothing has never been there, I
want to keep it that way" he teased playfully.

"Not even my tongue?" the prince fired back while sticking his tongue out
miming a rimjob and giggling. The general slip on his underwear and threw
himself on the bed over the prince. He started tickling his flank and the
prince laughed while begging him to stop.

"You little slut. I would be tempted to squat over your face right now, I
have not bathed since yesterday morning. Surely that would discourage
further inappropriate thoughts on my cherry" He said while tickling and
playfully slapping the boy. Victor finally grabbed the general's wrist just
before being slapped.

"Try me then, pussy!" he dared him. Hadrien's eyes grew wide with
lust. Victor could look so innocent, so sensitive, and fragile. Yet
sometimes he was such a surprisingly daring and straight forward young
adult. Hadrien once was a horny teenager too, and he well remembered
it. But there was something really special about the way Victor behaved. He
was so eager, soo needy, yet so submissive and obedient.

The general sat on the prince's chest and slapped his face with his
semi-hard cock.

"You like the smell of your ass on my dick bitch?" he asked
playfully. Victor however was not playing anymore, he was fully turned on
and moaned while nodding. Hadrien approached his crotch from the prince's
angelic face.

"Lick my balls since you like the smell so much. They stink"

Victor eagerly opened his mouth before sticking his tongue out and lapping
the heavy nutsack. He never broke eye contact and moaned furiously

"Yeah you like that? You like your captor's smelly scent?"

"Hmhmm" grunted the prince to answer. Hadrien was rock hard again. He
stared wanking while Victor licked and swallowed his balls. He was getting
very horny seeing the boy being so animalistic. He took out his ball-sack
from his mouth with a loud pop. Victor looked at him disappointed but his
captor advanced further and he knew what was coming for him. Hadrien
stopped advancing when his hole was just over his boy's face and sat.

"Stick out your tongue and get your prize, kinky whore!" Hadrien
smirked. Beneath him Victor was now furiously French kissing his tight pink
hole. The general moaned loudly and gripped the wooden columns of the
canopy bed. The wave of pleasure radiating from his hole thought his body
was violent and he needed to grab something not to fall. Being blown was
very pleasant and he loved it. Being rimmed was so much better. He cursed
himself for never have not it before. He would not make this mistake
again. He interrupted his wank or he would cum right away and wanted to
enjoy this rimjob a little bit more.

"Are you enjoying this down there" He finally asked worried about the
prince quietness

"Hmmhmmm" purred the prince. His tongue was sore, but he was lost in his
own world. He was driven crazy by Hadrien's body odour. He could not get
enough of it and was eating his ass as if his life depended on it.

"Bloody hell you are so good with you tongue, with your mouth, with your
ass. How can you be so amazing?" Hadrien moaned. The prince was thrilled by
these compliments and was even more motivated to give the best rimjob he
could. His tongue was circling the tight hole then entering it and moving
in and out.

"General! Captain Valois would like to see you urgently, he is waiting for
you in his highness's lounge" a servant announced from the other side of
the bedroom door.

"I will be there in a moment" he shouted back towards the door. "Come on
little bitch make me cum or I will get you to suck my cock in front of
Captain Valois" he then added for Victor. The general only said that to be
witty, in fact he was already on the edge of cuming without even touching
his rock-hard cock. He stroked it and felt that he was about to cum. He got
off Victor's face and moved back a little to aim his cock straight at his
mouth. His stream of cum plastered the prince's face. He aimed at his
mouth, cheeks, and nose.

"Open your eyes" he commanded before approaching his dick to the prince's
blue eyes and filling them with cum one by one. He grunted animalistically
and let go of his cock that fell on Victor's soaked face.

After catching up his breath he sighted and jumped off the bed. He picked
his clothes once again and started getting dressed.

"My god! My eyes are burning so much! Why would you do that?" complained
Victor, obviously annoyed. Hadrien scratched the back of his head. He could
be easily carried away when he was excited and do things he later
regretted.

"Uh... I am sorry I think your delicious tongue got me too excited for my
own good" he apologised while blushing. Victor was blinded by cum so he
could not read the evident embarrassment on Hadrien's face, but he could
hear it in his tone.

"Whatever. Do not make Captain Valois wait" the prince fired back still
rather mad. The general was feeling guilty, but he knew it was not the
right time to make amend and left the bedroom after getting fully
dressed. Captain Valois was waiting sited in the large sofa, sipping a cup
of coffee. When he noticed the general, he stood up and greeted him.

"General! I am sorry to disturb you..." he said with a tone full of
insinuation. Hadrien did not like that at all from an officer of a lower
rank under his command.

"Captain. I might have drunk more than I should have last night I reckon"
he justified jokingly hoping to lighten up the mood

"I suppose yes..." Captain Valois answered, once again with an
undeferential tone.

"If there is something you want to say just go on. There is no need to act
like a shy little girl now is there?" the General declared with a
threatening voice, staring at the Captain.

"Well, with all due respect Sir... Would it not be better if we could find
a way to take care of..." the Captain paused to search for his words while
Hadrien stared at him with defiance "to take care of your needs, if I may
say so, without implying his imperial highness?" the general was mad. Being
lectured by his men was not something he was used to as a top ranked
officer. Deep down however he knew Captain Valois was right, he tried to
just ignore the prince. However, he was far too attracted by him. and the
boy was obviously attracted to Hadrien as well.

"Don't you think that if that was to be known outside the palace it could
highly prejudice the rebellion?" asked the Captain hesitantly, knowing that
this argument was perfectly reasonable.

"Nothing, do you hear me? Nothing is happening between our hostage and
myself. Now, if anyone inside or outside this palace was to tell another
version then this person would be a traitor. I suppose you know how
traitors are dealt with. I trust you are faithful to the rebellion,
Captain?"

"Of course I am, Sir" he answered quickly

"Then, I also trust that you will be especially careful about this kind of
unacceptable propaganda against our cause, and take appropriate measures
whenever confronted with these liars" the general pursued with authority,
implicitly threatening the Captain

"Yes, Sir" answered Captain Valois, intimidated

"Good, so why don't you tell me why you wanted to see me..."


The Emperor's escort was driving rapidly late in the evening. Hector was
sitting at the back of the large imperial car. He stared the already sleepy
city that they were leaving. This situation was very peculiar for
him. Since he was a boy, as heir to the crown and then emperor himself, he
was used to a very strict protocol being applied in his interactions with
everyone except his father and brother. Prime Minister Vinciguerra was
definitely different. She was constantly breaching protocol and patronizing
him. He was indeed a young sovereign; he was crowned when he was only
seventeen. He knew he had a lot to learn. However, he was unsettled by the
way this woman was addressing him. Still, she was a far more capable head
of government than any of her predecessors. In his situation, Hector was
willing to deal with the inconvenience of her undeferential behaviour.

The Prime Minister had insisted for Hector to meet her in a Shipyard,
outside of the capital. She specifically requested that this meeting
occurred late after diner for further discretion. Hector understood that
war demanded for everyone, including him, to be more flexible about certain
things. But the Emperor was the head of State, the institution he
represented was sacred. Dignity was the core of his duty, and nothing
screamed less dignity than sneaking outside of the palace in the middle of
the night to have a secret meeting outside the capital.

Nonetheless he decided he would make the best of it. He had rare occasions
to be outside the palace at night and enjoyed observing the desert streets
and landscape of the winter cold night. Hector was tired, the nightmare he
had the previous night about his brother left him restless and he could not
find sleep afterward. He was almost about to fall asleep as the whirring of
the car lulled him. Suddenly the car turned right and left the main road to
enter an industrial complex. The zone was heavily guarded by soldiers. When
the car passed by them, they all stood for attention greeting the Emperor.

The car parked in front of a large hangar. A soldier opened Hector's car
door and he got out of it.

"Your Majesty" the Prime Minister bowed before reaching to shake his hand
"Thank you for accepting to meet me here so late" she then added

"Prime Minister" he greeted back "Well, my interest was piqued by your
uncommon proposition for a meeting. You also insisted very much on that so
I gathered it must be important" Hector stated, doing little to hide his
circumspection

"Oh, I am sure that you will not regret coming here, your majesty" the
Prime Minister affirmed with excitement in her voice. "Shall we?" Hector
nodded and they both entered the large hangar.

The hangar was steeped into darkness. Some men were gathered around a table
that was used as a work desk on which plans were spread. A weak lamp was
giving them just enough light to be able to read these plans. When they saw
Hector coming in the hangar they bowed and greeted him.

"Your Majesty"

"Your Majesty, these are the military engineers working for the Imperial
Naval Forces" introduced the Prime Minister. Hector offered his hand to be
shaken for each of them.

"We are very excited to meet you, your majesty. I hope you will like our
new project, the Prime Minister wanted you to be the first one to see them"
one of the engineers said visibly intimidated

"It sounds very exciting, are these the plans you wanted to show me?"
Hector answered, trying his best to look interested even though he was
tired and did not really understand why he was summoned in the middle of
the night to look some ships plan he could have seen at his palace.

"Actually no, why would we show you the plans when you can see the real
thing!" interrupted the Prime Minister "Turn on the lights please" she
commanded with authority. Someone actioned a lever and then neon lighted up
from the ceiling in their distinctive noise.

Hector gasped when he saw what was in front of him. the Hangar was actually
a dry dock. A large ship was inside of it, at least a hundred and fifty
meters long. It seemed fully finished, painted and functional from the
outside.

"Your Majesty, this is the HMS Prince Victor. This is a new generation
Destroyer. The fastest ever built since the collapse of the great
pandemic. It is heavily equipped with modern weapons and technology. It
also consumes less oil than any other military ship in the world" proudly
announced the Prime Minister.

"You named it after my brother..." stated Hector matter-of-factly still
stunned "You said it consumes less oil than any other ship? How? It is
bigger than most Destroyers, right?" he wondered trying to make sense of
it.

"Indeed, your Majesty. Traditionally we would get a choice between two
options; either building a fast, small and lightly armored ship, a classic
Destroyer, or building a slow, big and heavily armored ship, a
Battleship. The five Prince Victor class Destroyers we built are a
revolution in modern Warships" one of the engineers explained

"Five? You said five were built?" interrupted Hector

"Yes, your Majesty. You see they have new types of motors and
propeller. The problem we met before was not really that we were not able
to build more powerful motors and more efficient propellers, it was mostly
that these types of motors would not be realistic as they would consume far
too much oil to be interesting to build" the engineer pursued

"Especially since our oil supply is compromised now that the rebels control
the Suez Canal and that the Saudi Califate joined the war against us" added
the Prime Minister

"But these motors do not use oil for their normal functioning. They just
need oil to start and heat up. Once that is done this motor uses a vegetal
fuel" announced the engineer overexcited. Hector was not a scientist in any
way. He knew that since they were so excited this only meant that all these
were good news, but he did not fully understand the impact of these
inventions.

"Vegetal fuel?" he asked

"This is a mixture of several elements, but the base is made of wheat" the
engineer specify

"Your Majesty. These five destroyers will be able to reach the Suez Canal
from here in less than forty-eight hours when a regular imperial destroyer
would take six days and a Spanish destroyer, that constitute the rebel
fleet, would take more than a week. Their shielding is twice more resistant
than a regular Destroyer and their firepower is greatly superior too"
emphasized the Prime Minister feeling that Hector needed it.

"That is really impressive! I suppose this greatly increases our chance to
crush the rebellion before this gets out of hand?" he asked

"Two battleships with the same type of motors are being built as we
speak. A prototype of Tank is also about to be presented to my cabinet in a
few days for testing and then perhaps production. In the coming weeks we
will also be able to apply this type of motor to all types of Plane in the
Imperial Air Force. If we are reactive enough, your Majesty, we will not
only crush the rebellion. We will teach every city state and nation that
defied us a lesson, starting with the Saudi Califate." The Prime Minister
announced

"Then you have my full support Prime Minister, I want nothing more in the
world than annihilate the rebels and their allies. I hope the HMS Prince
Victor will be their absolute nightmare" Hector declared vindictively, his
hatred towards the rebels taking over his usual phlegmatic mood.

"We will, your majesty. In fact, we are preparing a nice surprise for them
..." the Prime Minister answered maliciously