In The Palace

George sat in the carriage, empty-handed except for the small tattered bag that he used to pack his clothes and training weapons. He didn't know where he was headed or what his future held, but he felt safe, probably because Lord Aaron was seated beside him. Aaron didn't bother to talk to him and a thick silence descended in the carriage. So thick was the silence that you could almost touch it.

He rested the side of his head on the window, looking at the trees passing them in an endless haze until he fell asleep. He was so tired and sleepy. Earlier, he was woken up when his sleep was just getting interesting, and the hunger he was feeling made him too weak to keep his eyes open.

Lord Aaron looked at the sleeping boy with arched brows, he couldn't understand what was happening to him. The boy was very little, probably 16 years old, but he felt attracted to him like he had been waiting for him his entire life.

‘'I want him!’ His demon growled, wanting to own George.

“What is going on? The boy is too young. I am certain that I am older than his first five ancestors,” Aaron muttered under his breath, his eyes scanning George's sleeping face, trying to find out what attracted him.

‘He looks hungry, how about we feed him?’ His demon suggested, but Aaron wasn't in support. To him, he might be attracted to the young man, but he was still a child, and he didn't want to give him ideas.

‘Don’t fight it, Aaron, I know you want to tear the clothes on his body and fuck him till he can't say anything other than your name,’ his demon said, his voice covered with raw pleasure.

“And how do you know that?’ Aaron questioned, trying to hide the real way he was feeling.

‘Because I am you and you're me. I know how you feel, and I feel the same way too. Have you forgotten the demon's golden rule? As long as we are both in agreement, the boy is ours. Let's claim him! Feed him our huge dick, let him drink our sperm till he gets over full!’ His wolf moaned out with ecstasy.

Aaron was fighting hard to control himself from waking George up and doing those things to it. He felt something watery on his trousers, and on touching the place, he was shocked to see that he got wet just thinking about George.

The carriage came to a halt, and Aaron gently touched George's shoulders, walking him up. The door was opened by one of the guards, and George took his footstep out of the carriage.

“Welcome to the palace. You're now under my rule, I will be in charge of training you,” Aaron informed him curtly.

“The palace?” George murmured in surprise, he couldn't believe that a mere subject like him would enter a grand palace, and at that moment his heart went out to his beloved elder brother, Daniel. But he couldn't say anything, out of fear that Daniel would be searched for and given the same ill-treatment he passed through.

Lord Aaron's inner turmoil deepened as he gazed at George, struggling to reconcile his attraction with the boy's youth. His demon's persistent whispers fueled the conflict within.

George, oblivious to Aaron's internal battle, fully stepped out of the carriage, awestruck by the grand palace. "The palace?" he repeated, his thoughts drifting to Daniel.

Aaron's expression remained stern, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of curiosity. "Yes, you'll be training here. Follow me."

As they walked, George's hunger and fatigue began to overwhelm him. Aaron noticed his unsteady gait and swiftly offered his arm for support.

"Thank you, milord," George said, his voice laced with gratitude.

Aaron's grip on George's arm tightened, sending a shiver down his spine. His demon purred, sensing victory.

The guards on duty quickly bowed on sighting Lord Aaron, some of them were wondering who the boy following him was, but none dared to ask.

Inside the palace, Aaron led George to a lavish dining hall. The aroma of roasted meats and steaming vegetables filled the air, making George's stomach growl.

“Your Majesty, is there a specific meal we should serve you?” One of the kitchen maids asked, her head bowed respectfully.

Aaron turned to look at George, trying to guess what he would like to eat. Unable to guess correctly and hesitant to ask, he sighed in defeat. “Anything is fine,” he replied with a grimace on his face.

George stood behind the Lord, his eyes admiring the beauty of the palace. He wasn't even paying attention to what they were saying. The maid placed several mouth watering dishes and side dishes on the golden plate, and dessert was served beside it.

"Eat," Aaron commanded George, his voice softer than before. "You're starving." He added, trying to act cruel.

“You are right. This is a lot,” George appreciated, his eyes staring at the various meals on the table. He politely bowed at the maid who served him and sat down joyfully.

George devoured the food, unaware of Aaron's intense gaze. The older man's thoughts swirled with conflicting desires: protectiveness, lust, and a deep-seated need to claim George.

George ate from everything on the table, he wanted to finish what was on his plate because his father taught him that it was rude not to clear one's plate after eating. Aaron watched him closely, admiring his eating habits.

As George finished his meal, Aaron rose from his seat. "Your training begins tomorrow. Rest now, the maid will take you to my house, you will live there, and every day a carriage will bring you here."

George had thought that he would live in the palace, but he felt excited at sharing a room with the man of his dreams. He nodded, exhaustion taking over. "Thank you, milord."

Aaron's eyes lingered on George's face before he turned to leave. His demon's whispers grew louder, urging him to take action.

The palace's opulence faded into the background as George's thoughts returned to Daniel. He wondered if his brother was safe, and if their paths would ever cross again.