"Little ball of light!" The first thing the prince heard when he entered the third world.In this world, it was definitely much brighter than in the two previous ones. 

The prince found himself in a brightly lit room. Numerous candles were scattered haphazardly here and there. In the center of the room stood a young man with long hair. He wore strange clothing: a barely noticeable translucent shirt that smoothly transitioned into tight-fitting underwear.The prince's cheeks flushed.The man looked with delight at the prince, who was curled up on the floor, his clothes as ruined as when Evil left him. Lies had simply deceived him, so there was nothing pure and attractive about the prince. 

"You have passed the trials of Evil and Lies. Well done," the man applauded enthusiastically. 

He lay on some strange soft pouf, taking the shape of his body, and servants gathered around him, gently combing his hair and giving him a massage. On the prince's exposed chest, he saw hieroglyphs. They were similar yet different again. 

"Do you want to decipher them?" The man pointed to his chest with his gaze. 

"Yes," the prince replied wearily.The man snapped his fingers, and the servants immediately withdrew their hands. He got on all fours and began crawling towards the prince. 

"Do you want to touch?" The man's nose touched the prince's nose.It smelled of pine and mint, such a pleasant freshness. 

"Why do you let me know your name?" The stranger's lips were so close to the prince that he wanted to kiss this man.But the man removed his face. 

"Let's get you cleaned up, little ball of light."He snapped his fingers again, and the servants quickly brought a bath and filled it with hot water. 

All possible and impossible floral scents of oils mixed together. Dozens, no, hundreds of hands caressed the weary prince's body, truly washing away the dirt and blood, caressing his nipples, touching so erotically that the prince stopped feeling hungry again. A wave of excitement replaced it. 

The man crossed his legs on his pouf and watched this scene with pleasure. His lips formed a lazy smile. He relaxed so much during the viewing, like the prince, who tilted his head back, receiving another stimulation from the best servants, that he unconsciously bit his lower lip and squinted his eyes. 

"Have some wine, prince." A servant brought a cup of red, tart wine.The prince's resistant body began moving quickly. 

"Don't hurry, you're not late for anything," the prince didn't even notice how the servants disappeared, and now the owner of the trial pressed the empty cup to his lips.He removed the cup and asked again, "Do you want to touch?" He knelt in front of the bath. 

The prince reached out and left a wet palm print right in the middle of the man's chest. The translucent mesh fabric immediately adhered to the scars that formed the owner's name. 

"Unpleasant fabric..." the prince thought, barely moving his thoughts. For the first time in several days, he felt safe. His body was clean and warm from the flowing wine and excitement. 

"You're like honey, bright kitten..." the man purred in his ear. 

The freshness of his breath was not scorching like Evil's or sticky like Lies'. This owner was truly tender and affectionate. 

"Then... should I trust him? Perhaps this is my reward for all my efforts?" A stranger's straight nose touched the prince's temple. 

"Such a sweet kitten...""Will you let me go?" Despite his thoughts, the prince asked. 

He looked at the chest, marred by scars, forming a name.

"Aren't you feeling good?"

"Very good,"  the prince didn't lie.

"Then trust your feelings."

"Are we going to play by different rules?" The man's lips approached the prince's lips as he asked the question.

"Who told you lies about the rules?" He asked, closing his eyes seductively.

"Lies..." His lips stretched into a charming smile. A dimple appeared on his left cheek.

"Will you believe Lies?"

"No, I don't think so," the prince muttered.

"There is only you and your limits. The more you're willing to push them, the harder the rules will be..." Stranger's lips drew closer, and the prince felt a pleasant, minty kiss on his lips.He didn't resist this kiss. The man didn't rush to take the initiative, so the prince's tongue was the first to invade his sensual space.When they opened their eyes and broke the kiss, a small amount of shared saliva remained between their tongues.

"So delightful," the prince moaned.The man gathered his hair into a messy bun, which looked so cute and careless on him. He pulled at the edge of the mesh ribbon tied in a bow around his neck, and his clothes easily slid off him.His figure was masculine enough but still remained graceful and attractive.

"May I?" He asked politely.And when the prince nodded, he stepped over the pool's edge.In the warm water, the man straddled the prince's hips and again pressed his lips to his mouth. He didn't insist or demand. He allowed the prince to take control of him and the situation.The prince broke the kiss and ran his fingers along the man's ribcage, gripping the lateral part of his chest.A dark strand from the man's hastily styled hair fell onto his forehead. The prince dipped his right hand into the water and moistened the strand.The man once again stretched into a glorious smile.The prince tucked the strand behind the man's ear, leaving a kiss in the corner of his mouth.

"Such a sweet prince... Such a lovely fluffy bundle," the man whispered, holding his chin with his moist hand.The prince pulled back and, grabbing him by the neck, pulled him into a rough kiss, to which the man just smiled.The man reached behind him and touched the prince's aroused member.The sudden up-and-down movement made the prince gasp. The water made it dry but smooth. The prince felt like his flesh was being gently scratched. He groaned abruptly:

"А-ha... " The man smiled and began to slowly move down the prince's body, touching his sensitive, stiffened nipples with his lips. The position became uncomfortable for him, so he simply returned his hand to its natural position and began caressing the nipple instead of the prince's member.

"So responsive to caresses, little fluff..." The man laid his head on the prince's chest and looked into his eyes.The prince's excitement reached its peak.

"I want you," he said directly.The man bit his lip again and slid off the prince's hips. He turned his back to the prince and made a couple of suggestive movements, mimicking a figure-eight with his buttocks. 

"That's the request." 

The prince licked his lips.He got on his knees and almost brought his member to the man's anal opening when the man gently pulled his leg out of the water, stopping the approaching prince.

"Take this..." He gestured with his eyes.The prince turned his head to the right and noticed a multitude of oils on the nightstand next to the pool, in which his servants had bathed him.

"Choose something from there?" The prince offered.

"No. There's one jar made of brown crystal. Take that one.The prince moved away from the host of the trial and found the jar on the nightstand. It was so delicate that the prince's hand trembled. 

"Dangerous to hold something like this in wet hands..."

"What is this?"

"Snail mucus. It's perfect for both lubrication and disinfection, and for healing." The man playfully shrugged his shoulders.The prince returned closer to the man's anal opening and opened the bottle.Clear, slippery liquid easily flowed from the container onto the perineal fold. This substance quickly rolled along the curves of the other's body, reaching the sphincter and dripping down onto the testicles, sliding along the man's shaft and dropping into the water, like a tiny drop.Drip.Now the warm water of the bath felt incredibly hot to the prince. Perhaps it was due to the heat that his body was submerged in.Unable to bear it any longer, he poured a large amount of the liquid onto his own member and brought it to the entrance of the man. The man threw back his head.

"Oh..!" The prince inhaled and began to slowly insert his member inside, trying not to cause him the pain that had engulfed his consciousness in the face of Evil.When his member was fully immersed in the receptive channel of the man, the prince leaned over him and started leaving a trail of kisses along his spine.

"Such a tender kitten..." The man moaned.The prince began to move inside the man. His movements were slow at first, even circular, as he diligently tried to find the prostate to bring the moaning man beneath him closer to climax. 

"Sex isn't the key to solving..." 

Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind."I need to find out who this person is..." 

If Evil insisted on closeness, then only when the prince understood that kindness and virtue were the keys to salvation. 

If Lies wanted to expose the prince's natural flaws, and by finding the truth, he had avoided death. 

Then the third master was obviously complicated. He didn't try to be rude or evil, and he didn't lie either. He evaded, of course, but after all, he was the host, so he was diplomatic. But it was so pleasant for the prince to escape into the pliable body, and the pungent wine had done its job. Now the prince could only enjoy hedonism.He no longer felt drawn to his homeland or his parents. 

"This is the trial. Breaking free from strong chains... of hedonism?" 

Now the prince hurried. His touches on the stranger's skin were so vivid. The water helped create an even louder sound than dirty smacks.The prince's hand grabbed the other man's member, and he vigorously began to move it up and down.

"It hurts!" The man's cry abruptly stopped him.The prince froze.

"Take the mucus... You're so careless... To be a bottom all your life," the man pouted in annoyance.The prince leaned in with his plump lips, imprinting a light, apologetic kiss on them, and reached for the mucus.When he cleared his mind of all distractions, his state and mood improved again.

"Ah! That's it! " The man passionately arched his back until his body released its sperm.The prince wasn't ready to finish yet, but he mercifully left the other's body. The man's hair spread out and descended into the water. Now he looked like a true siren, luring sailors into the embrace of his abyss.But the prince just smiled dazedly and raised his hips, feeling the man's intention.He licked the tip of the prince's member with his tongue.His movements were fast and precise, causing no pain, only pleasure.

"How good..." the prince husked.His sperm finally left his body, moistening the man's throat.The prince looked at the other man's bare chest, hoping to finally see a name, but the hieroglyphs remained motionless.The man was the first to climb out of the bath and wrapped himself in a silk robe, which suddenly appeared at the snap of his fingers, brought by the servants who had suddenly appeared. 

He lay down on his pouf.

And the prince went. To their bed, they brought purple grapes.

"Open your mouth, sweetheart." The man asked sweetly.The prince opened his mouth and plucked a ripe berry from the bunch.

"Delicious?" The man ran his index finger from the corner of his lips, where grape juice had gathered, to the center.

"Very."

"Super." He continued to feed him until the prince became completely relaxed.

"Do you want to sleep?"

"I'm not allowed to sleep..." the prince said with barely open eyes.

"Sleep. You're never going to leave here anyway."

"Why?"

"Such pleasure exists only here."

"But it's boring."

"Boring?" The surprised man moved away.

"Of course, just eating grapes and drinking wine, indulging in pleasures, and then sleeping... Will that be fun for centuries?"

"Then... What would you like to do?"

"Rule my country, find my love, and get better education," the prince admitted modestly.

"Don't you love me?" The man stroked his hair.

"I don't love you." The prince simply confessed.The man smiled sadly and opened his robe. The hieroglyphs on his chest formed a word.

"Are you ready to work for what you desire?"

"Yes."

"L"

"A"

"Z"

"I"

"N"

"E"

"S"

"S"

"You are Laziness, and your salvation is desire and discipline."

"That's right," he winked.  "Go, kitten, and carry your light, which you haven't lost through three trials.Before the prince, the final mirror appeared."

Waving goodbye to Laziness, he touched the surface and noticed it winked back at him one last time.

"Only fools don't rest. Don't overwork yourself, kitten."

***
The tired prince found himself in a green garden on a meadow. He sat down to rest in the shade of a huge flower. Suddenly, something behind him stirred. What had been a flower just a few seconds ago transformed into a delicate youth who hung over the prince, holding a pink petal to keep him in the shade.

The prince startled and began to back away, fearing he would have to undergo another trial.

But the youth simply held the petal and looked at him with his unusual-colored eyes.

"Who are you?" the prince barely managed to utter with his parched tongue.

"A flower," the youth simply replied.

"Why do you look like a real person?"

"Because you allowed me to become one."

"I don't understand," the prince shook his head.

"This is the enchanted forest of rewards. Those who pass all the trials, preserving even a fragment of light, deserve to choose a gift from this forest."

"So, are you my gift?"

"That's right. Under my shadow, you chose to rest and allowed me to assume my true form."

"So, that's why your eyes are pink?" The prince stood up and approached closer.

"Because they took on the color of my petals."

"So, does that mean you are mine now?"

"If that's what you want."

The prince bit his lip. Memories of what he had experienced still tormented him. However, if this forest rewards without any tricks, then letting such a fine young man slip away would be a mistake.

The prince extended his hand.

"I will take you home."

***

Three years had passed for the queen and king. What had been three days for the prince felt like long months for them and the entire kingdom. Winter had turned into autumn, then spring, and then summer, and on the third summer, the castle doors swung open.

The king and queen were horrified. The prince's hair was pitch-black at the roots, which turned gray as it reached his ears, and then became somewhat murky, retaining that pure snowy shade only at the tips.

"My son," the father and mother rushed forward and embraced the prince.

"And who is this?" the queen suddenly asked in a hushed voice, peering from under her long eyelashes at the young man with pink eyes.

"This is Flower. He became my symbol of reward for the journey," the prince explained.

Flower gave a gentle smile and immediately charmed the king and queen with his sincerity.

The prince and Flower had a long journey to love ahead of them, but at least the prince was no longer harmed, lied to, or made to forget his true desires. The kingdom, which had plunged into sadness for three years, blossomed once again.

THE END

An epilogue and two extras side chapters from the main plot await you.