The chain clanked as he pulled it. Forcing my arms high above my head by the cuffs around my wrists until I was dangling before securing it to the wall. He looked over my body, and I felt naked, even though I was completely clothed. Just as before. He had pulled off his helmet and armor.

Leaving him in only what knights called underclothes in this century. Scars covered every inch of his exposed skin. Even crawling up his neck and along his jawline. This commander’s story is a bit dark. He is actually a bastard child of the king.

Born of his affair with a maid. To cover up his affair. He sent the one-month-old child to be raised by his soldiers. Those soldiers hating the tyrannical king. Beat the child to the brink of death almost every day while also starving him.

Calling it training. However, there is only so much abuse one can take before he or she snaps. At the ripe age of twelve, during his daily training. He slaughtered every soldier in the camp who had ever beaten him. 

His father, hearing what he had done. Forcing him to join the front lines to fight against full-grown soldiers. This treatment turned him into a sadistic killer who loves fighting and spilling blood. When the war was finally done. Despite everything the king did to him.

He became best friends with the prince, and they shared the prince’s toys between each oth-. I was jolted out of my thoughts by the feeling of a knife trailing against my neck. 

“Am I so boring that I can’t keep your attention, little raven?”

He trailed the point of his knife against my throat. So close that if I moved even half a hair, he could nick me. He trailed the knife downwards. Slicing through my clothes until I was left completely naked. Then he pulled my mask off and slipped the knife under my chin.

Tilting my head from side to side. Examining me. 

“Besides a couple of scars, you have a pretty body and face; you’re definitely good enough to be my and the prince’s toy.”

He turned away from me and opened a box on a nearby table, and pulled out a needle. He held the needle over a candle flame as he continued to speak. “The prince and I love to decorate our toy.”

I froze at his words, and the first bit of actual fear flashed through me. He didn’t seem to be joking. I do vaguely remember thinking of a scene like this in the only plot. As he heated the needle. I shifted my body until I could grip the chain.

So when he turned around. I gripped the chain tightly and planted my foot directly in the middle of his chest. Instead of stumbling back as I expected him to. He grabbed my foot that I had planted in his chest. Holding it in place. 

“If you won’t accept the jewelry, then I’ll just brand you instead.”

******

While the others slipped off to search for whatever treasure was hidden on this train. I conducted my own search. Raven had claimed that the prince was going to be on this train. So, I was going to find him. He really wasn’t hard to find, though.

The door to his chambers had the kingdom’s crest etched into it. Though no guard stood outside the door. I slipped inside, closing and locking the door behind me. The prince was slumped over his desk. Drooling on whatever paperwork he had worked on. 

I stepped behind him. Leaning over him and stroking along his jaw. He stirred slowly, leaning into my touch. Though, like usual. When he woke up, he jerked away from me. 

“What are you doing?” 

When I didn’t respond with my usual response. He turned to me. I pointed to my throat and then my lips. Trying to tell him I couldn’t speak. Like everyone else, when they learned the fact.

His lips twitched into a barely there smile. Instead of shooting him a glare as I had done to everyone else. I clasped the back of his neck and tugged him towards me. Brushing my lips softly against his.

He instantly placed a hand on my chest. “We can’t do this; I’m your brother.”

The look I gave him made him sigh. “Yes, I know I’m adopted, but what if the others don’t approve? I don’t want to lose the others or drive a wedge between the three of you, especially you and your twin.” 

Ignoring his words, I pressed my lips against his. This time, he didn’t pull away. Instead, he kissed back. They were just small kisses since I didn’t want to push him too far. Since he had just pulled away from me.

They didn’t stay small because his lips parted. Allowing my tongue to slip inside his mouth. I devoured his mouth with my kisses until he pulled away. Panting for breath. I didn’t want to take my lips away from his skin, though.

So, I trailed open-mouthed kisses down his jaw and along his neck. 

He tilted his head, giving me more access as he whimpered. “Oh, fuck more.” 

I gently sank my teeth into his throat right after he said more. He jerked against me. Usually, I would be teasing him about how sensitive he is. Instead, I traced the bite mark with my tongue to soothe the sting before I pulled away. 

“No,” he protested, tugging me back to him and kissing me right on the mouth. 

Some part of me wanted to be like fuck the plot. So I could stay just to kiss him. I somehow found the courage to pull away from him after a couple more kisses. Knowing I probably couldn’t stay any longer. I slipped out of his chambers and went back to find the others.

As I slipped away. I spared one glance at the door before completely letting myself walk away from it.