A Royal Rebellion by Revella Hawthorne Page B

almond shaped and fringed by thick black lashes gave her an angelic air, but her bare, perky breasts and legs open invitingly dispelled quickly any hints at innocence.
    Percy took in their host, his silver hair thick and swept back from his forehead, with a slight widow’s peak and dark eyebrows over gray eyes gave him a very distinguished appearance. He was wearing black trousers and a deep blue waistcoat, a white shirt underneath open at his throat. He was older, perhaps in his fifties, but he was lean and his arms, the sleeves rolled back, were muscled and toned. Rings glittered on his fingers, and Percy politely looked away from the hand that was buried between the red-haired slave’s legs, making her pant eagerly as he worked a finger in and out of her wet pussy.
    Edward sat in a high backed chair, and Percy went to curl up on the cushion on the floor at his feet, but Edward pulled him to his lap instead. Percy curled up, tucking his feet under him, and he stared back at the older lord, meeting his inquisitive gaze.
    “Greetings, assorted princes and guard,” Lord Estiary said with a wave of his free hand, his other still moving with purpose between the slave girl’s legs. “And a most hearty welcome to the beautiful Perseus, royal consort.”
    Estiary picked up a crystal and blue-gem goblet from a tiny side table beside his throne-like chair, sipping the deep red liquid from it, gray eyes roving over Percy where he sat in Edward’s lap. Lord Lucius moved his fingers in a smooth glide over the girl’s clitoris, and she came with a mangled scream, convulsing on his lap, legs closing on his hand, her breasts quivering as she struggled to breathe past her orgasm. Lord Lucius just sipped his wine and slowly withdrew his hand, making the exhausted girl spasm one more time before she sleepily rolled off his lap. She grabbed a folded cloth napkin from the small table, and handed it to her master who put down his goblet and cleaned his hand. She took the napkin and walked off, all without looking at any of them where they sat nearby.
    “Lord Lucius,” Edward began, but the older man waved a hand and sat up straighter, gesturing to Percy.
    “He’s Cartwright’s design, isn’t he? I recognize the eyes, Cartwright kept him in his study like a puppy when he was knee-high. About a decade ago, so the age seems right.” Lord Lucius smiled at Percy, thin lips curved ever so slightly, and Percy looked away, refusing to show the aging harem master any emotion. “Cartwright named him Perseus, after a hero from a faraway foreign land. As I recall, it was the boy’s favorite tale, and Cartwright read it to him often.”
    He didn’t remember Lord Lucius Estiary, but it was possible they’d ‘met’. Cartwright, Percy’s designer and creator, had indeed kept Percy in his study when he was little, letting him read and play by the fireplace. As a child Percy was allowed a simple cotton shift and sandals, and Cartwright taught him to read in between client meetings. Cartwright never let Percy be alone with clients, and kept them all away from him, prohibiting contact. His late master was dead, dying a month before Edward visited Heritage and bought him.
    “Percy is off limits, in all ways,” Edward said directly to Lord Lucius, and Percy looked down at the floor, tensing. “You’ll not speak to him or about him, Lord Lucius.”
    “Bold words for a disgraced prince,” Lord Lucius said, sipping his wine. “And what a way to treat the breeder you collared for love. I know full well Cartwright didn’t inhibit his mental development like he did with his regular stock. Young Perseus understands every word I say, and has the brains to speak his own back to me.”
    Percy froze, not daring to look up, either at Edward or at Lord Lucius.
    “Percy is not up for discussion,” Edward growled, all but vibrating under Percy in the chair, anger in every tense line. “He has nothing to do with why we are here.”
    “Don’t think