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Locación: Eveland Kingdom, Watts District
I HAD TO BE in disguise of several different people before I managed to slip inside the border without getting caught. That was already six days ago. And during those six days, I tried gathering Intel around the small neighborhood near the hotel I'm crashing in.
It wasn't that much information, like people worshipping the Evish Royal Family like they're gods, which I am already aware of, and they have a massive land area that makes it suitable for them to be suppliers of crops worldwide, causing a boost to their economic position. Aside from that, they're pretty outdated when it comes to technology, in contrast to my Kingdom. Though this could also be for my advantage. People would have a hard time tracking me and my highly advanced tools and equipments.
Aside from that, I started hacking the accounts of the bigger names in the academy and the Kingdom. Learning what they are like, what they are into, and what are their side reveals so much about them, helping me have an idea about what kind of personality they have. I had to go through their search history, even the entries they've deleted, and most of the time I just have to shake my head.
I have also enrolled myself to the great Eveland Academy. I already took the entrance exam and paid the admission fee as well. After receiving the letter of invitation for an interview last night for today, which means that I passed, I immediately prepared the things I'll need for my mission.
Bulletproof garments like a simple white ribbed turtleneck accented with gold buttons, gray high-waisted slacks, fishnet gloves that actually blocks off my fingerprints from marking surfaces that I'll touch, and a short blue silk cape with gold embroideries of clocks, its length only reaching my thighs, that is concealing cards. Cards that when activated with the secret and subtle pattern in my gloves, will turn into a one-shot silent killing weapon. I also wore a pair of thin-framed spy glasses that sends footage, signals, and messages to Griffini Kingdom. With signal or without, it could rely information to my Kingdom without fail.
Even my brown leather shoes are deadly. Squeezing the lever inside with my toes could trigger a small poisonous spike at the tip of the shoe. The material is also tougher than any other, guaranteeing that I won't get hurt even if I kick a bullet back. I'm not joking.
Right now, I'm still adjusting to my new look. People are probably not used seeing someone with a huge scar on his face, and they've been giving me nasty looks all the time, even when I've assumed a personality the complete opposite of mine: bubbly, cheerful, friendly, and sweet.
Back at Griffini, a Kingdom exposed to the most civil wars, both men and women treat scars like badges of honor. Scars, similar to acne, are natural and are already considered as a norm. They treasure it, flaunt it, and be really proud of it. So am I with the battle scars I got from the military, except Jacques begged me to treat them because it reminds him of my horrendous state when they rescued me.
But here, scars are against Evish's beauty standards. The complete opposite of my people who thinks scars are hot because they signify being stronger than what has hurt them.
I've always been called beautiful back at Griffini for having a flawless face free from any blemish. Of course, people knew that I used to have scars and whether we choose to get rid of them or not is something they shouldn't judge. I actually wanted to keep my scars on my torso but I don't want to traumatize my butler even further. They remind him of my half-dead state.
But now, even if I had the same features, same shape of face, lips, eyes, and nose, the scar has completely thrown my looks off. I've also experienced disrespect within the short time that I'm here because of my pale skin and the scar on my face. Having tanned skin in the Eveland Kingdom is also a sign of Beauty and luxurious life, probably because they have a lot of time and money to spend for travelling. Everyone that I've met here so far have tanned skin. I completely stand out with my milk-like complexion.
I raised my right hand to hail a taxi cab. Even their vehicles are outdated. They are still ran by wheels, while ours are already powered by electromagnetism. Now at 54th century, Griffinians have already surpassed the limits of the what humankind had thought to be impossible. On the other hand, Eveland Kingdom seems to be still at the technological level of the 21st century.
The cab stopped in front of me. I almost stood there waiting for the door to open automatically, but I remembered you open them yourself in old models like these. I stepped inside after sighing, disappointed with how the Evish are left behind in technological aspect.
"Good morning," the middle-aged driver greeted me, eyeing me through the rearview mirror. He definitely thinks I'm wierd for not having a tanned skin. "Where to?"
I smiled sweetly. "Eveland Academy."
He seemed shocked for a second, but started driving nevertheless. After a few moments of silence, he asked a question that I've already predicted he'd ask.
"Foreigner?"
"Yes."
"Welcome to Eveland Kingdom!" He smiled at me warmly. "What country?"
"Griffini."
I almost got my head against the cushions of the front seats as I heard the shrill screech of the cab's tires. The driver looked behind to see me and have me a glare. "What did you say??"
I remain composed. I have this under control. Again, I flashed him a smile. "I'm from Griffini. It's okay, I have nothing to do with the cold war going on between our kingdoms.
I can see how he gripped his steering wheel. He must be really harboring such deep anger with Griffinians. "The Griffinian military killed my grandparents. I can never forget those robot-like soldiers with blue glowing parts. They mercilessly mutilated my grandparents before my eyes."
I perfectly know what he's talking about. What he saw are the cyborg suits of the Griffinian Military Forces, and of course, it's the Chronos Tech Industries who came up with a electronic suit so powerful that it's almost invincible. I got to wear one when I was still in duty. It is given to us in a form of a small backpack that when activated, covers the whole body with fire and bulletproof metal with glowing blue edges. The mask had a screen that covers the face but still shows the mood of the soldier wearing the suit. But the coolest feature it has for me is that it generates card guns, grenades, knives, flash bangs. It can also give concussions to enemies to fish them out of their hiding spot.
This is one of the reasons why nobody challenges our Kingdom to a war except for terrorists.
I looked down and sighed, feigning sympathy. "I'm so sorry for your loss, sir." I looked up and started at his eyes. "But I wasn't even born when that happened. In fact, I loath Griffinians as well. That's why I escaped."
His eyes never left me so I considered that as a cue to continue. "Once you reach 15 years old, you have to undergo a mandatory military service for a year. And every year, civil war breaks out in Griffini, killing 90% of the trainees, while the rest are either severely injured or insane."
The military service is not a lie, except it's only mandatory for men and not for women. And, civil war doesn't occur yearly. It's usually every three to five years. " I don't want to die, so I escaped here because I know they can't find me here."
My hands reached out to his arm and have it a squeeze. He looked at what I'm doing and saw how shock was evident on his face. "Sir, I'm begging you," I pleaded in a small voice while looking at him through my lashes. "This scar on my face was from those cruel Griffinian monsters. And this is not the only scar I received from them, they are scattered all over my body. They believe me refusing to enter military and choosing my own safety and freedom is an act of treason, and they'll kill me for it."
The anger slowly fading in his face is the proof that I'm winning. I pretended like I'm about to cry and was trying to stop my tears from falling. "Please don't rat me out. I just want to live."
"But then," his forehead creased even further. "Why did you tell me? Aren't I a stranger?"
I have him a smile despite my teary eyes. "You're the first one who never made fun of my scar."
Finally, all the grudge on his face was replaced with sympathy. He placed his hands over mine who was still squeezing his arm. "I got you, boy. I ain't rating you out, we're both victims of those Griffinian monsters. Now, hush or people will think I made you cry."
"Thank you!" I jumped off my seat to wrap my arms around his neck, causing him to give out a hearty laugh as he pet my back. Meanwhile, I was inwardly smirking.
Easy.
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USUALLY, A TWENTY-MINUTE ride to somewhere bores me off, but not this ride. The driver kept me entertained as we talked about literally anything under the sun. He told me stories of his children and family, he even showed me pictures of them. While I told him my life before at Griffini, which is just a made-up story by me.
I was lying through my teeth the whole time I was with him. He was so nice, but so gullible. But it doesn't matter. He's gonna forget anyway.
"Thank you so much, Renato." I said as I got out, giving his shoulder a squeeze. This should do it. "You're such a great person."
I walked away without giving him my payment. When I tapped the right side of my spy glasses to connect my vision to the miniscule camera on my back, he was already leaving like nothing happened, not even complaining about the fact that I didn't pay.
Of course. That's because he's forgot about me already.
The first squeeze I gave his arm when I was pleading him not to rat me out is the first dose of the Oblivi Patch I stuck on him. It deletes the memories of one hour ago of someone who received it. The second dose, which I gave him just now when I squeezed his shoulder, completely erases the said memory and prevents it from resurfacing. It would not give him the feeling of nostalgia nor deja vu if ever he meets me again.
I had to do it because I told him that I'm a Griffinian. The story I told him was also a bit different from the story I was supposed to tell the Academy. Just to be safe, I can't have that man calling me out as a liar who told him a different backstory from what everybody else know.
Anyways, I'm currently in front of the Eveland Academy. My target school to accomplish my mission.
Considering the distance between the school and the hotel I'm staying in, I'm happy that it's a boarding school. Tho it would be quite hard to move around if I'm at the school 24/7. Of course, from time to time, I still had to go to meeting places assigned by the Griffinian Comms that I'm to be in contact with every Friday evening for my weekly report.
The moment I stepped inside, I immediately felt the suffocation of entering the enemy territory. Just like the military days. Today's a Saturday so there's only few people loitering around, mostly personnels. I held my head high, showing my confidence, as I marched in the building where the interview will take place.
Eveland Kingdom looks like a medieval castle. Once I entered the inner front gate, I was greeted by buildings that possesses both medieval and Greek architecture. Each of them seems like at least fifty-storey. The school is full of life and extravagance, making me feel uncomfortable. I've never stepped in a place so prestigious and gigantic.
I was still calm while walking in the outer campus, where restaurants, eateries, shops, and bars are found to accommodate students. But the inner campus was a whole different vibe.
I tapped the side of my glasses to view the map of the inner campus. The buildings are so tall that I won't be able to see what is beyond them. Based on the map, I am currently facing Corvina and Praia Buildings. They are for high school students. Behind them are the buildings for college students, who are said to be twice the number of both high school buildings each to accommodate a lot of courses.
My eyes skimmed through the names of the buildings until I saw the one I'm supposed to go to: Asuncion Building. This is where the Principal's Office is, and I'll get interviewed there.
Of course, I've prepared my story to tell the Principal. I got this under control. Ricco Vancouver, based on the information I've managed to dig up from hacking his account and the accounts of the people near him, he was known to be level headed but emotionally vulnerable person.
I know exactly how to manipulate the likes of him.
Apparently, Asuncion is two fields behind Praia, so I started walking north-east.
As I was walking, there are a few students walking around, probably those who have weekend classes. And let me tell you, I feel incredibly small.
One of the things I've noticed while I'm here: people are fucking huge. The smallest I've met is 5'9, which is still four inches taller than my measly 5'5. While the rest that I've met after either almost or over six feet tall.
Now they're looking down at me as I passed by them. All of them have beautiful bronze skin, some shades are a little bit lighter while others are darker, while I look like I'm covered with milk powder. They have brown straight locks while mine is ebony and wavy. And most of all, they have clear, perfect skin, while I have a huge scar stretched along the left side of my face.
Once again, I don't feel normal. But it doesn't matter, all I need is to get over it and do what must be done.
I was welcomed by a twenty storey building with blood-colored bricks upon reaching the place where Asuncion is supposed to be. A bright, gold set of letters saying Asuncion at the top of the building informed me that this is what I'm searching for. I assumed a smile before stepping inside.
Grazing the side of my glasses intentionally as I tucked a loser strand behind my right ear, I viewed the map of the Asuncion Building. The Principal's Office is at the very twentieth floor, so I had to take the elevator first to reach my destination.
I almost sighed upon seeing how old fashioned their elevator is. It's still the metal walled ones who I think is still run by pulleys. The 21st century design. This is so disappointing.
My glasses glowed red for a bit, informing me of a camera inside the elevator. I smiled to myself because I already noticed that no matter how hard they tried to conceal it from sight. As I stared at my own reflection, I thought I am still seeing the real Hex Chronos, the one with the enigmatic and intimidating personality as people would describe me.
I'll have to remember that while I'm here, I'm Noeh Corxus, a vulnerable lad who run away from Griffini after being chased by the military for hurting a guardian who tried to ræpe me. In this persona, I must show fragility, sweetness, and femininity.
Because apparently, after seeing the Evish Crown Prince's search history, I've learned he has a thing for cute, petite boys. Shocking, but true.
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Two days later
Locación: Royal Scholars' Private Den
"BROTHER?"
A delicate voice echoed through the bricked walls of the Den's living room. A set of dainty fingers clung to the cold wooden door frame as a tiny head peeked inside. "Hello? Anybody home?" She called again, but nobody answered.
Her plum lips formed a pout when she found no one inside. Blowing out a strand from her fringes, she marched her way to her brother's room, Livius. Small, tan hands clutch onto a camera hanging from her neck as her shoes made loud clacking noises against the marble floor.
"I need a model," Lucy, Livius' sister and the first princess of the Evish Royal Family, started muttering to herself. "I need a model, a beautiful boy with fair skin, delicate features."
Lucy started changing the same words as she opened the door of her brother's room without knocking. She only realized that when her eyes fell on his brother's half naked wet torso. The princess shrieked as she covered her eyes like she just saw something she shouldn't lay her eyes on.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH NOOOOOOO!" She even crouched down. "Why are you naked, brother?!"
Oh the other hand, Livius, her older brother and Eveland's future king, just shook his head. "You should've knocked."
"You should've locked!"
"Can you stop shrieking, Lucy? It's not like you saw everything." Livius sat on the bed and started drying his slightly long hair with another towel. Lucy, who has recovered after realizing his brother's words were right, frowned and sat beside her brother. Livius raised his thick brows at the frowning princess. "What is it this time?"
"I still can't find a model for my new collection."
Livius sighed. It's the seventh time this week her sister whined about it. He cannot understand Lucy. As a princess, she could've easily find a model in a snap of her fingers. Actually, he watched her pick a model among hundreds of male candidates trying to be featured in a royaltys' next at exhibit.
But nobody among those hundreds of beautiful men passed her standards. According to Lucy, she wanted a petite, boy with delicate features, milk-white skin, and an effeminate aura.
He shook his head. There's no way she could find a model who looks like that in Eveland. The Evish are giants with natural bronze skin, their sign of Beauty and wealth.
However, Lucy can't seem to accept it. "Hold on, I remember someone!" Lucy's fingers grabbed her brother's forearm, causing the crown prince to jolt. "I remembered someone from the internet who matches my description!"
Livius watched her sister dig out her phone. She started typing something on it and after a few swipes, she flashed her brother a picture of a man while grinning widely.
Due to his sister shaking in excitement, he had to snatch her phone from her hand just to be able to see the picture clearly. But when he had a clear look at the image of the man the screen, Livius' jaw dropped.
The man in the picture is perfect. He has never seen such beauty. Livius had to gulp hard as he started at the man's features, from his silver hair, stunning emerald eyes surrounded by dark long lashes, straight small nose, and his sexy plump lips. His complexion is very fair like what his sister described, the ivory shade of his skin gently shifting to pink at the tip of his nose, cheeks, and ears.
He probably looks amazing when aroused.
With that, Livius' mind wandered to something dirty. His brain started picturing the man in the picture on his sheets, his silver hair totally disheveled, emerald eyes rolling backwards as his whole body is flushed and full of dark red spots he gave the smaller man during their foreplay. His plump, red lips are swollen from kissing and biting, the delicate skin surrounding those alluring green orbs puffed from all the crying as he penetrated his tight entrance, which he assumes is a bright shade of pink like his ears, and incoherent words of pleading coming out of his mouth as the little man lets out the sexiest moans he'll ever hear as he watch him arch his back beautifully while they become one.
Livius only snapped back to reality when Lucy took the phone from his hands. He was still in shock by how his brain immediately imagined the man in the picture getting fucked by him roughly on his bed when he doesn't even know who that person is. Heck, he ain't even into pale skin!
The king could only shook his head in disbelief. He's been like this lately, imagining pretty boys getting penetrated by him, which if anybody knows might stir up some issue. This is probably because he hasn't get laid in a while. He grew tired of sleeping with women, their shrill voices when they moan or squeal started irritating him.
Sometimes, Livius would wonder what would it feel like to fuck a dude. Until those times became more frequent until he can't control his curiosity anymore.
The crown prince was taken aback when he felt a phone hitting the top of his head softly. It was his sister Lucy. He glared at the princess but she remained unfazed.
"Principal Vancouver was calling for a meeting. Let's gather at the living room."
After Lucy left, the king sighed. He started putting on some fresh pair of clothes: white dress shirt, gray slacks, and some black socks. He slipped in his brown leather shoes before stepping out.
The four other Royal Scholars are already started and waiting for him when he arrived. Elizabeth, Jordan, Lucy, Benjamin, and Principal Vancouver were already gathered when he reached the living room.
"Hello, your Majesty!" Elizabeth's valley girl accent once again caused Lucy to roll her eyes to herself. The king only ignored her as she sat beside him and wrapped herself around his left arm. Everyone did the same, but not before flashing little reactions. Lucy rolled her eyes, Jordan snickered, and Benjamin sighed while shaking his head.
Only Principal Vancouver showed no reaction, instead kept his composure as he sat in front of the king's seat. Livius may not be the king yet, but he's already being treated like one. He perfectly fits what he's being called.
"Since his Majesty is here, we can now start," the principal sighed. His hands formed the steeple position, his fingertips touching each other. "I am conflicted on where to start."
"What is this about, Principal?" Livius spoke, losing his patience. At once, everyone straighted their backs as they sensed the dominance and impatience lacing the king's tone. "Don't beat around the bush."
"Do you want the good news or the bad news first?"
Everyone, including Livius, gave shock and confusion etched on their faces. Elizabeth whimpered and started caressing the king's thigh, begging to be noticed. Benjamin, Livius' cousin and the fourth in line of the crown, has his brows furrowed. "Is there a problem?"
"So the bad news first?" Principal shot Benjamin a glance and the latter looked at everyone for approval. They all stayed silent and he used that as the cue to agree.
They never saw Principal Vancouver this stressed and conflicted before. Eveland Academy rarely experience problems. He sighed once again as he scanned every scholar in the room.
"A Griffinian has successfully entered our academy."
Along with the ladies' gasps, Jordan stood up abruptly as Livius and Benjamin raised their head up in surprise. After a moment of silence, it was the king who first recovered from the shock.
Elizabeth had to let go of Livius' arm as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, as he locked his fingers together. Principal Vancouver grew nervous under the monarch's intense stare.
"How did that happen, Principal? I thought the Academy's security is doing their job properly." The king growled intimidatingly. "How did a filthy Griffinian enter our territory?"
"Was it a spy?" Lucy asked, she's calm now. "Is that person caught and spending his time at the Academy's dungeon?"
"Is that asshole still alive?" Jordan butted in, his piercings glinting from the miniscule light coming from the window as he tilted his head in curiosity. "If yes, can you give that person to me? I need someone to play with."
"Spare our ears from your disgusting BDSM kink, Jordan," Elizabeth remarked in a bitchy tone. "You're so gross. Like, a hundred percent."
"I'm not talking to you, Eleesebez." Jordan retaliated as he imitated the Countess' way of talking. The latter just rolled her eyes and proceeded to cling to the king while pouting. "He's bullying me again, your Majesty."
The king's glare didn't budge from the principal, however. His right thumb and forefinger started twisting the golden band of metal around his left hand's index finger, indicating the principal that he's growing impatient.
Principal Vancouver had to clear his mind of the panicking thoughts in his head. He needs to explain this properly or the king will have his head. "He got admitted here as a student. And from the very beginning, he didn't lie about being Griffinian and hailing from the said Kingdom."
Now, everyone looks confused. In the king's mind, he couldn't think of why would that person admit that he's from Griffini Kingdom if he's at his kingdom of origin's enemy territory. Is he asking to for death? "And the good news?"
The principal sighed, before smiling awkwardly. "I'm actually not sure if this is good for you, but after ten years since the five of you entered this academy and became Scholars, you will finally be joined by a new member."
Another deafening silence devoured the room. All five Royal Scholars are having the same thought despite the shock they are in. This time, Benjamin spoke his mind first. "Don't tell me... was it the Griffinian?"
"Indeed."
Principal Vancouver stood up while holding a small flash drive between his fingers. He walked towards the huge flat screen television in front of the royals and plugged the flash drive in. After a few moments, a video appeared of what it looks like an empty swivel couch with the Principal's Office as the background.
"He has paid for the entrance fee and has passed the entrance exam." He circled around the seats and stood behind the Scholars. "How about we watch the highlights of his interview?"
There was no time for disagreement as voices started coming out of the video. It was the principal asking the interviewee to come in, which is the Griffinian. Everyone watched the following scenes intently, especially the king.
After a few moments of talking, Livius' anticipation was quenched as a petite figure of what it seems like a boy entered the video frame. The boy in the videos' clothes complimented his milky complexion well, giving the interviewee's impression a touch of elegance. However, his movements are far from elegant.
The boy carefreelly slid himself on the chair and started pivoting left and right, obviously amazed with how the chair can spin.
Livius squinted his eyes against the screen with utter focus. The boy, apart from looking like a porcelain doll due to his skin, also has gorgeous ebony locks with thin fringes slightly covering his bright chocolate eyes. His face is small and heart-shaped with a darling's features.
And a scar. There's a long scar stretching from his left temple down to his left jaw.
Overall, the boy looked very innocent to be a spy. But we could never know. He might've used his adorable size to lure in victims, which could be why he got that scar.
"Good day, Mr....?" Principal Vancouver's voice was heard from the video.
The boy perked up innocently. He then smiled, flashing a straight row of pearly whites. "Corxus. Good day to you as well, Principal Vancouver."
"So, Mr. Corxus. How do you want me to call you?"
Mr. Corxus kept his smile as he spun to his side slowly. "You can call me Noeh."
"How old are you, boy?"
"I look like fifteen, but I'm legal age. Eighteen."
"Wow, haha! You look really young."
"I've been told my appearance don't match my age. Which is why I bring an ID all the time."
The video glitched for a second and completely cutted to a different part of the interview. The video's mood has completely shifted to serious. In this part, Noeh is starting to fidget with his fingers. Livius didn't fail to notice how pink that boy's fingertips are.
"So..." Principal in the video started talking in an accusing tone. "You're from Griffini Kingdom?"
Noeh bit his lower lip nervously, causing a distraction in the king's head. Livius' eyes focused on the boy's cherry lips for a moment before he realized that he's getting distracted. He gulped hard. Fuck.
In the end, Noeh nodded, looking away, before slowly locking gaze with the camera, making the king almost lose it as the boy seemed to look at him through his dark lashes. He can't deny, that despite the scar on his face, that the boy is undeniably beautiful. So pretty...
"That is true. I am a Griffinian from the Griffini Kingd-"
"Who sent you here?" Principal's accusing voice became louder.
"I already predicted you'll think that way. But no, I'm not an enemy. My intentions have nothing to do with my origins."
"Then why are you here?"
"To escape."
"From who?"
Noeh looked down and fiddled with his thumbs, and at that moment, he looked like he was about to cry. It awakened something in Livius that made him want to scoop the boy into his arms and start cooing him.
"Bad guys." The boy's lips are starting to quiver, so as his voice.
"What bad guys specifically? Why do you have to escape from them? Did you do something bad?"
"No. They just want to hurt me."
"Physically? As in, a punishment?"
"S-Sexually." The way the boy on the other side of the screen spun the chair around as an attempt to hide his tears is heartbreaking for the people watching the footage. "I-I almost got r-ræped by the same person who killed my mom. I-I got this scar from him while trying to e-escape."
"Is he still after you?"
"He was so uncomfortable, Principal." Benjamin couldn't help but to comment while frowning. He looks like he's starting to be convinced that the boy in the screen is not a threat. Well, everyone is, considering how small and sweet Noeh looked on that chair."That was a very sensitive topic for him."
"But it needs to be heard why he came here." Lucy spoke without abetting hey gaze from the screen. She's known for being rational despite her soft heart. "There's a chance he was just acting."
"I don't think so," Jordan played with his lips while staring at the screen intensely. "I mean, look at him. Dudes he look like a liar to you?"
"Looks can be deceiving." Elizabeth remarked. "Look at him! He looks like a puppy begging to be adopted or something. He's trying to earn your sympathy!"
"Shut up, ballet countess," Jordan shot back again in annoyance. "This doesn't concern you."
"Excuse me?! I ain't a Royal Scholar for nothing!"
"No, you bitch, you're only good at twirling and twirling as well as your legs around the king-"
"Cease."
The room was once again silent in a jiffy after the king's command. The video continued playing in the background, but this time, it has cutted to a different part.
Livius almost clutched his chest when they all saw how the boy on the screen started crying. He looked so pitiful, his now cherry-colored cheeks stained with visibly-streaming tears. Noeh was trembling, apparent from his quivering lips that he tries to bite as hard as he can. The boy's long lashes cast shadows on his fair cheeks as he chokes on his own tears.
"I was living with my uncle after I lost my parents. They died of car accident, which I sooner learned was staged by my uncle." The boy on the screen narrated with shaking voice. "He was adopted by my mom's family, but has been harboring desires towards my mother since their teens. That uncle of mine hates my father when he married my mom."
"And... This uncle of yours tried to violate you after your parents' death?" Principal Vancouver asked in the tape.
Noeh nodded with fear, his now puffy eyes indicating the trauma that has resurfaced. "Multiple times. Which is why when I reached fifteen, even if I don't want to... I joined the mandatory military service of Griffini. I used to plan to escape the service but I rather die at the battlefield than be r-ræped."
"That uncle sucks a lot!" Lucy cannot help but to exclaim. "And what mandatory military service? It shouldn't be against the will of such young people!"
"Yep, it sounds horrible." Benjamin added with a sigh, empathizing. "To think that Griffini is always at war with its own people, I bet they treat rookies like Noeh as cannon fodders for the war."
Meanwhile, Elizabeth doesn't look like the least concerned. "That's so sad." She said while checking her nails, but after noticing how the king was looking at the crying boy at the screen, she immediately wrapped her arms around him, trying to take his attention away from the Griffinian.
But the king didn't budge. Not even a bit.
This didn't to unnoticed under Elizabeth's stare, especially when he followed where Livius is looking at.
The Griffinian named Noeh was biting his lower lip with tearful eyes, his long lashes distinctively separated being wet from crying. Elizabeth gritted her teeth as soon as she realized after she saw how the king tried to subtly readjust the raging bulge between his legs.
She's always been aware of how the king could be attracted to boys as well. From time to time, she could catch him staring at petite, attracted boys with effeminate features in their campus. But Elizabeth had succeeded in keeping his attention from the same gender to her by warming up his bed, even if it could mean her reputation. She knows that by now, the king could be seeing her as nothing more than a slut of a Royal, but she doesn't care. Of all the sluts that tried their shots with the crown prince, she's the only one that actually managed to last.
However, it feels like her position beside the king is starting to slip away from her fingers. The king looks like he's more than willing to replace her with someone else, even if it's a transferee from that cursed Kingdom.
But there's no way she'll allow it to happen. After all, she's a woman. She knows Livius better than anyone: his interests, his tastes, his kinks... Even if it includes being a pretty boy with a prick between his legs.
There's no way her King will be stolen away by a filthy Griffinian. She'll make the king stay no matter what happens, by hook or by crook.
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