Two weeks had passed since Isaac Homer made his debut in the dark realm. And although he had the company of his best friend most of the time, things weren't exactly easy whenever she left. The guards were terrible to him, they starved him on purpose, and whenever they managed to give him food, they made sure it was stale.
Isaac understood that there was no room for complaints, they wouldn't listen to him anyway, and trying to talk back would only get him more hate. However, today had been a different day. Just like the first day he had been thrown in the dungeon, Icarus and Isabelle had come to visit him. It was his first time seeing Adamine Icarus since his last visit. And just like the first time they met, Isaac was shaking in his cell.
One of the guards walked forward and unbolted Isaac's cell. Roughly, he pulled the feeble man out and pushed him to the ground.
"Gentle—" Isabelle opposed, but was silenced by Icarus's cold stare. She thought that this man couldn't get any colder, but the past week had taught her otherwise. While she still posed as his 'bride to be,' Icarus had essentially turned her into a maid. He had dismissed Maria, and he made her do all the work herself.
Isabelle didn't exactly complain, she wasn't spoiled to the bones like other princesses. But despite being hard working, she had to admit that running errands and doing chores was not her speciality.
It was a task. Icarus had placed an ultimatum for Isaac's release, and that was for her to obey and do everything he asked for a whole week. She had done exactly that, and it was obvious that he wasn't happy that she actually made it.
"Get up," Icarus ordered, and Isaac complied, reeling his weak body up as fast as he could. "From today onwards you'll become my personal guard."
Isaac looked up, unsure of how to feel about the entire situation. Slowly his pupils traveled towards Isabelle, and she signaled him to accept Icarus's request. It wasn't exactly a request, and Isaac understood that he had no room to object. This was probably Isabelle's idea, and why he wondered why Icarus was making him his own personal guard, Isaac also wondered the sort of relationship Isabelle and this mad king had.
He lowered his head in compliance, and only then did the guard who released him toss him new clothes. It was his first one in two weeks, and its scent and look appeared surreal.
Without another word, Icarus and Isabelle turned and left the dungeon.
"Walk." The guard ordered, his words rigid and full of authority. He was undoubtedly powerful, with his powers restrained, Isaac knew better than to disobey.
The guard led him out of the dungeon, and soon they were outside the main building. The guards had their own quarters just beside the main building, and there, Isaac was given a room and seven new clothes, each for one day of the week.
Although this was a downgrade from the life he lived in his hometown, Isaac was just grateful to still be alive. The first thing he did after getting to his room was take an hour-long bath, and after that proceeded to eat up anything edible he could find. After eating, he took another hour long bath before falling back on the mildly soft mattress to sleep.
He'd barely managed to close his eyes when a knock came to the door. Swiftly, he rose from where he laid and rushed to answer the door. He opened up, and soon his beating heart mellowed down. Without warning, he threw his arms around the figure in front of him before leaning down to kiss her on the lips.
Isabelle backed away a bit, the kiss was unexpected, but she didn't exactly hate it. It felt a lot different from Icarus', but she didn't object to being kissed. She pulled in and kissed Isaac back, this time more deeply.
The weight of her breasts pushed against Isaac's chest, and he responded by wrapping his hands against its softness.
Slamming the door shut, Isaac lifted her into his arms and gently carried her to the bed. He had missed her, her touch, her feel, he missed it all.
"Isaac...." Isabelle gasped as she arched against his hot erection. His hands did the job of undressing her with a steady purpose that ignited excitement in two participants.
When she was fully naked, Isaac's eyes caressed every inch of her slender shape. From her hair down to her curves, and all the way to her toes. He had missed every part of her, and had taken his time to commit them all into memory.
Isabelle grabbed his hair and pulled him closer as moans and cries of pleasure escaped her lips. He thrust one finger inside her, driving it and hitting her in the spot that turned her moans into one long, high-pitched cry. She shuddered against him, her legs quaking, as she pleaded for more.
Harkening to her pleading cries, Isaac took her nipple in his mouth and with his hand caressed her other breast. Isabelle took a sharp inhale, every breath of hers a cry of passion and ecstacy.
Lost in the heat of the moment, Isaac entered her, the warmth of her sex inviting and tantalizing. Isabelle let out a stifled cry and afterwards, moans of pleasure and satisfaction ensued.
*
*
He had left the room just for a second, and she had immediately disappeared. He knew exactly where she was, and he marched straight to get her. Her relationship with Isaac Homer was somehow getting to him, and Icarus' sole purpose right now was to keep the two of them apart as much as possible.
He walked up to Isaac's door, and slowly opened the door. He wanted to find out exactly what they were up to, and soon he regretted his actions.
There they were, locked in an intimate embrace that defied the harsh reality of them being prisoners. Isabelle's eyes, once filled with defiance, now held a flicker of something softer, something that sent a ripple of disquiet through Icarus's chest.
A silent fury gripped his heart as he retreated, his regal composure barely containing the tumult of emotions within. He didn't speak a word, unwilling to grant them the satisfaction of acknowledging his presence.
The cold walls outside the room absorbed the echoes of their passion, and Icarus did nothing but boil with the unexpected surge of jealousy that gnawed at him. This was a new feeling for him, aside from when he was younger, Icarus failed to recall a moment where he was actually jealous. But now, he was boiling over with that emotion. He wanted her by his side, and not underneath another man. The sight he just beheld would probably never leave his memory, but he still managed to contain himself.
Leaving the premises, Icarus's mind buzzed with conflicting thoughts. His fists clenched at the betrayal, a betrayal that shouldn't have bothered him, but did. He shouldn't care about her this much, yet he did.
He was definitely going to punish her and her lover. Not because he was jealous, but because they had disobeyed him. Isabelle was supposed to be in his room, and Isaac was supposed to be anywhere besides atop her.