"Ahh ..."The fragile girl muffled as he chocked her with his length.
"Go on bitch!" Rory's voice was low, almost a growl, as he tangled his fingers deeper into her hair, pulling her closer. Her breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping her lips as she struggled to keep up with the rhythm he demanded. The heat of his body pressed against her, overwhelming, consuming.
This was what it meant to serve the King.
The girl struggled helplessly, as she held his legs for support.
"Ahh..." she gasped, the sound barely audible as he pulled back slightly, giving her a fleeting moment to catch her breath. But it was over too soon. With a sharp tug, he returned to her, filling her senses until she could think of nothing else.
The taste of him was overwhelming, intoxicating, and her head spun from the sheer intensity of it all. She felt him building, knew he was close, but dare not move, she dare not complain,she had to take everything, she had to serve the king.
The ruthless King.
His grip tightened further, pulling her impossibly closer as he drove himself deeper. Her breath came in shallow gasps, each one more desperate than the last. The world around her faded—there was nothing but him, him, and the raw, consuming power of their connection.
And then, just as she felt herself teetering on the edge, the door slammed open with a force that made her flinch.
"Rory... you need to stop."
The voice was calm but firm, cutting through the tensed room like a blade. The girl's eyes darted toward the door, where a tall figure stood, his presence commanding despite the softness of his tone.
Rory scoffed, pulling away from her abruptly and fastening his belt with a flick of his wrist. He turned, his eyes darkening as they locked onto the intruder.
The girl stood up immediately, for some moment she was glad someone came to save her from this ruthless King.
"And what the fuck makes you think you can interrupt me, Cameron Ewan....?" he growled, his voice dripping with menace.
Cameron hault on the spot, as he clenched his sweaty palms. "I'm dead." He muttered under his breath.
Cameron replied evenly, though his jaw tightened under Rory's glare. "I know you are the superior, But you should know better than to do this here. Take her to your quarter's if you must, but not here."
Before Cameron could finish, Rory was on him in an instant, teleporting across the room with unnatural speed. He slammed Cameron into the wall, the force of it sending a crash echoing through the room.
The girl scrambled to her feet, her heart pounding as she fled the scene, leaving the two men behind.
A mocking laugh erupted from Rory as he loomed over Cameron. "When you walked in here, someone might've thought you were some powerful man, with great endowed force. But no,you're nothing but a weakling, Cameron."
He teleported again, lifting Cameron off the ground with one hand before sending him across the room. Cameron crashed into a table, the wood splintering beneath him.
"Shit!" Cameron spat out blood from his mouth, clutching his back as pain shot through his body. He wanted to scream, but he knew better. It would only make things worse.
Rory spat on the ground as he strolled toward Cameron, crouching down to meet his gaze. "Tell me one reason why I shouldn't break your hands, Cameron. Those stupid hands you used to open the door earlier?"
Cameron gritted his teeth, trying to push himself up, but an invisible force slammed him back down. He didn't need to guess whose power it was.
"Because... because—" His words were cut off as an invisible grip tightened around his throat, choking the air from his lungs.
"The more you waste my time," Rory said, his voice icy, "the more I'm tempted to strangle you to death."
"Because the Chital Dynasty is sending your bride here," Cameron choked out, his voice barely audible.
Rory froze, his grip slackening as his expression shifted. "Oh... that," he hissed, releasing Cameron and standing up straight. He inspected his fingers nonchalantly, as if nothing had happened.
"When is that bitch coming?"
"I don't know," Cameron admitted, his voice hoarse as he struggled to sit up.
Rory chuckled, a cold, humorless sound. "This doesn't amuse me anymore. It's just another way to pass the time." He walked to the window, where snow was falling heavily outside, and had covered all the mountains. "Good. Go wait at the city entrance for her."
Cameron was stunned."What?, It's snowing out.."But Rory shut him up, a dark grin on his face.
"No horse, Cameron. You'll walk there, and you'll wait under the snow until she arrives." His chuckle was dark as he added, "That's your punishment." And with that, he disappeared in a blink.
Cameron collapsed onto the ground, blood trickling from his nose and mouth, his body weak and battered. A weakling. That's what everyone called him, what he was. The failed son of King Campbell's lineage. "I'm cursed"He grunt
The first ruler of Caledonia, his name is Campbell, endowed with powers, which he used to rule the kingdom for several years before he died, but his reign didn't end, his powers were passed all through his Lineages and they were called THE CAMPBELL'S.
The Campbells were known for their immense power, their ability to control the kingdom with both strength and magic. But Cameron? He had none of it.
His mother, after giving birth to Rory, had bore another son instead of a daughter—a second prince where there should have been a princess. And while Rory inherited every ounce of their father's power, Cameron was left with nothing. Weak. Fragile. Powerless. To the Campbells, he was nothing but a curse.
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The snow poured down heavily, as it filled up the landscape, as Cameron tugged along, his boot sinking deep into the thick snow. His couldn't feel his legs anymore, they were frozen, as his blood wax cold.
"Maybe this is my last day on earth,"He muttered bitterly as he held a tree branch for support, but he soon lost his balance as he collapsed into the floor.
He was shivering, his whole body shuddered under the snow, his lips quivered, his breath shallow, as he tried to hold on, but his eyes started closing up.
"I'm so pathetic!"He sighed softly, as he held his hands together, waiting for death to take him, and just immediately he heard screams from inside the forest.
"What's that?"He asked his instinct, but got no response.
He decided to ignore it, but he heard the screams again, and this time, he heard it more louder , it's a Human.
Just like an invisible force pulled him up, he struggled back on his feet's, as he went after the noise in the Forest.
Just like he was being controlled, he started running into the forest, he didn't know where the strength cane from but he appreciated it. Suddenly from afar, he sighted from afar a figure running away from something, taking a closer look, he saw it was a Glencoe .
Cameron's eyes locked onto the figure fleeing from the Glencoe. He teleported, appearing between them. The Glencoe didn't stand a chance. Cameron raised his hand, and a blast of power shot out, striking the Glencoe with incredible force.
The Glencoe disintegrated, its form dissolving into nothingness. The victim, a young woman, stumbled backward, her eyes wide with fear and gratitude.
Cameron was frozen as he tried to hold his breath, he was surprised, he just killed a Glencoe, he just used a supernatural power to do something,does that mean, he is now awaken.
"Please help me up"The lady callef out to Cameron's attention, who was backing her all along.
Cameron turned around as his gaze met hers, and they both locked eyes.
"Camio?" she whispered. "You're real"
Cameron's expression fell immediately, as if he just seen a ghost. "What!,this can not be Happening"
"That's not my name!."He snapped out of his his eyes darkened as he turned around.
"No...no..this can not be happening!"He panicked instantly