"I refuse to eat that!"
Gene let out a long, exasperated sigh as his grip on the spoon tightened. He had been generous enough to make Zane some breakfast, and what did he get? A whiny, spoiled brat and his complaints!
"Why? Is commoners' food too low class for you?" Gene demanded, glaring at the prince.
"No! I HATE porridge!" Zane snapped, spitting at him.
"You will eat this or may Irene have mercy!" He hissed, coming to his final straw.
"I refuse!" He huffed, crossing his arms.
"Fine then. Starve." Gene shrugged, throwing the bowl of porridge to the side.
Zane stared at the mess on the floor, cringing at the unclean area of the floor. He seemed to be realizing just how cruel Gene could be, and Gene was glad. Finally, the little brat would learn something.
Gene had learned a few things as well from this brat. One of them being that Zane wasn't the innocent angel everyone projected him as.
"Too skinny, too curved at the hips, too emo," Gene named off all the things wrong with Zane, circling around him. "Too whiny, too spoiled, too bratty, too full of yourself!"
He circled around the prince, jabbing at his sides and stomach, before he paused behind him. He smirked as the prince's rear end caught his attention. In one swift movement, the slapping sound echoed off the stone walls.
"H-HEY!" Zane cried, whirling around and slapping him across the face.
"Ooh, nice and fiesty~." Gene grinned, rubbing his cheek where he had been slapped. "Just the way I like my pets~."
"I may be your prisoner, but I'm not your pet!" He hissed, crossing his arms.
"Oh we'll see about that, ZuZu." He smirked, using Zane's baby nickname.
"Only my family knows about that nickname..." He gasped, his eye widening. "How long have you been targeting me?"
"That is for me to know only." He chuckled, cuffing Zane to the wall before leaving.
He went into his room, grabbing a pair of black sunglasses. He then left the building, which he had spent years making strictly for this mission, and got onto his horse. He would go and check up on the nearby town, and see how the kingdom was handling the disappearance of their precious prince.
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"Hello, sir." A purple haired Meif'wa greeted him as he entered the inm.
"Oh, hey, Michi." Gene greeted, looking at the news fliers. "Any word on the prince?"
"No. Then again, we aren't really worried." Michi answered, shrugging. "The prince probably ran off to another tropical island of some kind."
"I think we, as in the prince and I, would be great buddies." He said out of nowhere, making Michi look at him strangely.
"Er... now that's a bit.." She started, her tail flicking.
"I take it you disagree?" He asked, acting disappointed.
"What you said was a bit--" Michi started, clear rage visible.
"Stalkerish?" He guessed, and the rage in her eyes decreased greatly.
"Yeah." She nodded. "I heard he had been getting a lot of stalkers, sometimes princes from other kingdoms, and, of course, lowlife creeps who have nothing."
"How's the king and queen handling this?" He asked. "I haven't been around town enough, judging from your face."
"Clearly." She agreed with a nod. "Queen Zianna hasn't been seen outside of her chambers ever since they found out the prince was missing, and King Garte has been going about things normally. Prince Garroth has been seen less and less in the public, probably just as sad as his father feels."
"I pray the prince is alright." He sighed, faking emotion. "Wait.. Prince Garroth?"
"Have you been living under a rock the past two weeks?" She asked. "Prince Garroth came back from hiding. Thank the Divines Prince Garroth wasn't taken, or else we really would have no heir to the throne."
Prince Garroth was the heir to the throne, not Zane.
That little shit.
Without another word Gene stormed out of the inn, getting on his horse and leaving. He was definitely pissed off, and had a good reason to be. His plan wouldn't work as efficiently with Zane now, since he wasn't the heir to the throne.
Slamming the door to Zane's room open, he pressed a dagger to his throat. Uncuffing him from the wall, he dragged him down to the prison cell and threw him in.
"It's time you learn how to do things, servant."
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Around three months had passed since Gene found out Zane wasn't the heir anymore.
Turns out Zane hadn't known about the transfer of entitlement either, but that didn't change Gene's attitude towards him. He still thought the prince had a cute butt, though.
Hence why he had made Zane wear panties.
"Come on, ZuZu, clean faster." Gene groaned, lightly kicking him in the back of the legs.
"Why can't we do something fun?" Zane asked with a sigh, scrubbing the floor harder and faster.
"Oh? Name something fun." He grinned, leaning against the wall.
"We could always play poker." He suggested, smiling weakly.
"Alright, but I'll have you know that I play a lot of gambling games." He said in a warning tone, grabbing a deck of cards and the chips, setting them on a table. "What's the deal?"
"Hmm..." Zane thought for a moment, sitting down in the chair opposite to him. "If you win, you can make me do anything."
"I already can." Gene said blankly, shuffling the deck.
"No, not entirely. I may be your servant, but I have my dignity." He pointed out. "If you win, I'll allow you to do anything to me."
"Hm... alright." He nodded, trying not to drool at the the thoughts he was having. "And if you win? I'm not letting you leave."
"I didn't think you would." He sighed. "Same deal for me. If I win, you do what I want."
"Alright, deal." Gene smirked, giving Zane his set of cards.
A few minutes later...
"I win." Gene announced, ending the match.
"This is why my father doesn't let me go into the inns.." Zane sighed, confusion in his face.
"Now now, Kitty." He smirked, getting up. "Follow me."
Gene couldn't help all the fantasies filling his mind. He was doing this to make Zane listen, wasn't he? But something told him otherwise, that he was doing this because of old feelings for the prince. His hand found it's way onto Zane's rear as they walked side-by-side to the first room Zane had been in, feeling every movement through the lace fabric.
And Zane?
Well, he was figuring out exactly why you should never say stuff like that in deals. He was figuring it out the hard way, too. All his dignity was about to leave him. He knew that. He knew it the second Gene put his hand on his rear.
He felt like crying as he was pushed down onto the bed, Gene looming over him with that... look... in his eyes. One that screamed lust and a craving to see him naked.
And all through that night, the only sounds were the creaking of the bed, and pleasured cries.
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Meanwhile, back in O'khasis, Garroth was furious.
Oh, when he found that slimy bastard who kidnapped his brother, there was gonna be a burial. His baby brother had done nothing to deserve to be kidnapped, especially in his sleep! What kind of sick freak was this madman anyway? And how did he know about the secret passageway in the stairwell?
He couldn't help but feel like it was his fault. He had ran away from his responsibilities as the heir to the throne, leaving the heavy burden on his brother, who up till then had been enjoying life like the little baby he was. Not that it was a bad thing! In fact, Zane's innocent mind was something Garroth wanted to keep. And his virginity, too. He didn't want Zane to have sex.
His mother had been crying the entire time, locked up in her chambers from all her misery. His father had been running the kingdom as usual, but he would cry in his room nearly every night.
Even Vylad, the prince who had come from an affair, had come home to O'khasis after he learned about what happened.
"I promise I'll find you, Zane." Garroth swore, holding his cross necklace that was around his neck.
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"My family will have your head on a spike! Do you hear me!?" Zane screamed at him, throwing the positive pregnancy test at him. "They will destroy you!"
"Oh, they already have." Gene chuckled darkly, locking Zane in his cell again.
Gene recalled the memories, the scars on his back. The look on his brother's face that night. The fires, the screams, all of it.
The night he lost his family.
The night he lost his future.
The night he lost his kingdom.
The night he lost his heritage to the throne of Boboros.