Page 126 of A Brat's Tale
“I thought you did not want to bear the responsibility of Crown Prince Consort? His title overrides mine by far. You would have to take his.”
I nod. “I don’t want that.”
“However, if he finally marries someone, they will take the title. You could become a later husband, which would give you some of his status and you would be expected to follow the rules under that status, but you would escape the full responsibility.”
“That sounds more like what I’d be comfortable with, but it’s too soon to say. I don’t know that I want more than one husband. What about you?”
He takes a breath. “Tristan, I hope you won’t take this the wrongway, but I don’t know that I want another. Maybe it will happen, but so far, I just want you.” My face crumples. “That’s exactly what I didn’t want. Sexuality is a tricky thing, not everyone is the same. That doesn’t make any of us better or worse. Me not wanting more than you doesn’t make you bad for wanting others.”
“How can it not? Surely there’s someone else. You need someone more submissive than me. Let’s get that person.”
He pauses and goes very quiet. “If it will make you happy, Tristan, I will, but it would be for you.”
I can’t help the tears that fill my eyes and teeter over the brim. “I’m terrible, I’m a terrible person.”
“This is what I didn’t want, I don’t want you upset over something you can’t help. I’m just different Tristan. Different sexuality. I think I might be Tristan-sexual.”
I laugh through my tears at that because it’s so ridiculous. “You are my first love. That holds a special place in my heart.”
“I know that now. Are you ready to marry me again in three days?”
“Yes. I’d marry you now. I’d marry you a hundred times.”
“Maybe we will. We could remarry every ten years if we like. By the time you are a thousand years old, we will have married one hundred times. We can keep going too.”
“That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard, but I kind of love it.”
“Then it shall be done.”
Epilogue
“What does it say?” I know full well I’m being a pest and I know how Alrik deals with pests, but Ihaveto know.
Alrik yanks me into his lap. “You need a spanking and I’m about to give it if you don’t settle.”
We’re in the Great Hall, but it’s growing late and no more people are to come in today which is the only reason I’m allowed to be so casual. Corrik is away. That always makes me fucking nervous. I’m not over the witch wyrm incident and no one would allow me to go with him to hunt the next one saying I wasn’t ready yet, never mind that I helped off the last witch wyrm we encountered. Corrik was for allowing me to come along, much to my surprise. He’s kept his promise about me being at his side and was personally willing to look after me, but Alrik was against it and while Corrik is my direct Head of House, Alrik has a say in all things military, which is the category this instance fell under after much debate (it’s complicated). Apparently, I’m ready when Zelphar says I am, which is seeming like more of an impossibility with each passing day. There was an incident. I became convinced Zelphar wouldn’t approve me out of spite. I complained enough that Alrik did attend practice as an observer only to agree with Zelphar.
I got spanked for being dramatic. I might have been.
In any case, I am here and Corrik is away and so I stick close to Alrik. I spin the ring on my finger. At least we were married before he left. I’m grateful he is my husband once again. I pout in Alrik’s lap even though I know it won’t buy me any quarter with him, but that I get to sit in his lap at all is a privilege and a sight people aren’t used to seeing. Alrik has not been public with any of the lovers he’s taken in a long time. “They are fine, my delinquent one. They did find another witch wyrm, and it has been destroyed. They will be home in a week.”
That relaxes me some, but I’ll feel better when Corrik is home.
Alrik shoves his hand down my pants and I whine as he tugs on my heavy balls. “How are these, Tristan?”
Corrik. Evil, sadist Corrik decided it would be oh so fun to put me in chastity while he was gone. “To remember me by, my love,” he said as he locked me in the thing.
He left the key with Alrik for safety reasons, and it can be removed with magic but Alrik is having too much damn fun to take it off. “You’ll just have to learn to come on my cock, dear Tristan,” Alrik keeps saying night after night, but so far it has not happened.
My ballsache.
“Please, Alrik.Please.” I can’t take it anymore.
“I have a good feeling about tonight,” is all I get, which means no.
But whining will get me nowhere.Ugh.
He removes his hand, patting my poor, caged cock outside my pants. “I’ll get you there. Not to worry.”
