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        "January,  is the month of having  ball occuring, this date is official and will not change. So in due time, start preparing, here are the plans, and supplies for it. You there, start the invitations." Merlin explains, handing out a thin sheet of paper, inked with her hand writing. She then twist around elegantly to face Arthur that was behind her, loitering.

"Arthur, I assume you already know what to do before the day is to come?"

Arthur sighs, "yes, I do,"

"Then go and proceed with the meeting that's about to start in a few minutes."

The king nods. Really, he already knew about things like this, yet, he was still told over and over. Monitored by Merlin almost every hour of his days living.

His pace was swift, quickly walking towards a nearby room that was waiting for him to enter through. When his hand reached the handle, instant anxiety rushed through his system as he didn't even know what's about to happen. His heart started to pound and his hands start to sweat. Just being in front of the door made his whole body shake.

Unexpectedly, his shaking stopped as he thought of someone. His shaking became shivers of comfort after thinking about him just for a moment. He never knew that he's this important to him, he never knew. Yet, how should he not know? He's proved his love for him right? "Zeldris..." He whispers that name and his tongue tingles pleasantly as he practically burns that demons name to his mouth. Finally, he felt comfortable and opened the door with a 'click' from the handle.

The current kings of the kingdoms; three of the five were in the room. The warrior king, the cash crop king, and the king that has taken over large amounts of land. All three sit there on their assigned seats of the large, oval shaped table in the middle of the tile room. Their faces were gloomy from dark room with the blinds closed from allowing any sunlight inside.

Also their garments were clearly trying to out due one another; showing off their riches and whom is more worthy and wiser as king. It was only inevitable that the lords would also come with knights of their own, the highest ranking and most skilled. Arthur didn't need any, how he put it, he can defend himself.

"Right then," one of them starts, an elder man whom looks wise with his long grey beard. His face and shaky hands were all wrinkled, showing his age. His eyes that of the purest of blue like the ocean reefs and his grey haired mustache short. "Shall we get started? I'm sure that I called up all five of the kingdoms, but I assume they decided not to come.

Arthur raises a brow, "perhaps." Hunching his shoulders in a sense of not knowing, then sits comfortably on his royal chair.

The instant he sat down the doors to the meeting room opening with a bang against the walls. It made Arthur jump a little, but he kept a serious face to look intimidating as a king himself.

"Sorry sorry! I didn't mean to open it that roughly, I lost my way through this castle and I needed assistance."

One of the Lord's coughs awkwardly catching the eyes of everyone; however, looking slightly younger than the old man, he still had the beard with hints of light grey hair.
"By the name of Mother, who are you? I don't recognize any ruler, such as you." He scoffs.

A chuckle comes from what sounds like a young male, dressed in a fancy tunic. Golden lace was designed on the shirt. His hair was light brown and his eyes lavender with hints of blue. "Forgive me, I did not give a proper introduction of myself, I am the first born representing the Cornwall family."

The brunette king scoffs again, "the Cornwall family? it was to be expected from that stuck up spiffy snob." His deep British accent made him sound much like a business man.

Arthur could see the slight frown in the light haired brunettes face; either it was humiliation, or anger. The young male sits down right across from Arthur. His frown became an unreadable face, a familiar blond came to mind of his. That unforgettable, unreadable expression the blond showed was like a corpse that's just walking around.

Arthur turns his head, placing his right elbow on the table to rest his chin on the palm of his hand, while his left, rest horizontally.

The old man sighs, openly irritated, "we have just barely recovered from the Holy War because of the alliance, please, do not start complaining until after the marriage."

"Ah, yes! The marriage." The man with the slight grey and brown beard rejoiced. "You've seen my daughter yes? Isn't she the most beautiful woman in the world? Well? have you?"

Arthur shrugs then he was interrupted, "why would this young Lord choose your daughter? I could laugh at such a claim." The old man chuckles.

"And for once I thought you were wise because of your age, but dogs do have a limit of what they can learn."

The old man scrunches his face.

Arthur waved his hands, "please keep it down and hold your fighting, this is an important assembly."

"About what? Why did I come all the way over here to see excuse for a king."

A feminine voice came in the picture, "this meeting is for the wedding plans, once King Arthur has chosen his bride. My planned date for the wedding was in February, plans will proceed the moment King Arthur has chosen one of your princesses to become his bride."

"Any specific day of the month?" The first son of Cornwall asks.

"February fifth. I already have plans ready, they just need to proceed in action to get real progress done."

"And what of the Ball that is happening in just a few days?" He continues.

Merlin crosses her arms hugging at her waist, slickly coming up behind Arthur. "Already done, we just now need the guest, and your invited."

The elder Lord and second oldest king had their jaws dropped from seeing flawless beauty. Then one asks, "why do you need one of our women, if you already have a fine young one here?"

Merlin chuckles, sounding almost entertained at such claims, "why, I'm much older than His Majesty, and I'm much older than you. In fact, I just might be old enough to be your greatest grandmother."

Their slight grins went down drastically, "what about you? You've been silent this whole meeting." Pointing at the most quiet King, he seemed almost at peace which made Arthur a bit glad.

"No comment."

"If so, then shall we continue on how this meeting should have gone in the first place?"

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        Arthur turns his head to hear his name called by a familiar voice, "Lord Arthur, I've come to report your attendance." The dark hair and those bottomless black eyes caught his attention, making his whole body automatically turning directly to the demon that stands in front of him; looking up at him.

"Zeldris-"

"Oh! Is this your new personal assistant? I gotta say, you have such fine taste." The same young male from before during the meeting. The assembly has only just ended and these royals are making themselves at home. They've agreed to stay until the day of the Ball, so until then.

"What a valuable find, could he battle? How old is he, he looks so young? What's his name."

Arthur found this Cornwall royal quite annoying, "please don't touch him." Arthur orders, to halt the young man's poking and prodding at the puffy cheeks that Zeldris's features possessed. Arthur could easily tell that Zeldris found the human annoying too.

"I just asked a few questions about your new assistant, is it that harmful?" The bite in the young man's voice irritated Arthur; he just wants to punch some sense into this rich snob. But before he could talk some sense into the male Zeldris glared at him and waved his hand to calm him down.

"My name is Zeldris, I am only at the service for Lord Arthur, if you have any problems you can take it to Lady Merlin. And lastly..." Zeldris moved away from those touchy hands of the human, "I would appreciate it if you never touch me at my face ever again. Sir. Bryok " His voice was level and stern.

"So you've heard of me?"

Zeldris didn't answer, his eyes never once looked at the young man and instead looked up to Arthur, his king, the only one who could ever touch him. Zeldris was dismissed, giving Arthur his daily work as a new king of Camelot. Then was gone after a few seconds of turning the corner of the castle halls.

Bryok whistles, "feisty one you've got there, anyways, Arthur-"

"That's Lord Arthur for you, we're not friends and we hardly know each other."

"Oh? So I have to be your friend to have the right of saying your name? Also, you seemed pretty sensitive defending that assistant of yours."

Arthur furrows his brows, "he is a friend of mine and I don't want him harassed by some royal all the way from a completely different kingdom."

"I thought you said friends could say your real name, he didn't say your name alone, he said "Lord Arthur" like an obedient assistant he is." Byrok says, his talking was so even at a simple rhythm.

Arthur ignored him, turning away to head towards where the demon ran off to.

"Zeldris right? I swear I've heard of that name before..."

Arthur's blood boiled, how has a rich snob only good for showing off his garments and riches, know about Zeldris's name? He's a demon. And no way in hell can a prince this high know about anyone who's an outsider of the family.

"Lord Arthur, there's important papers I need to you to sign." A second hand assistant, her facial features was a bold natural look. Her hair a dark brown that looks like a golden red in the sunlight. And her eyes a darker brown, almost black, that of a deep forest.

"Yes, what are they for?" Arthur answers.

"Problematic financial business, we are still heavily in debt since the Holy War. The weapons, gear, supplies and repairs on the kingdom are completely replaced thanks to the help of the Sins and our loans. But even so. Our business with the Cornwall family after being loaded with some of their currency, they now want to be paid back with interest."

Arthur runs his hand through his thick locks, then takes the hand written papers from the young woman. He sighs.

A whistle came from behind them, almost sounded like a disappointing tone to them. "Damn, you're still in debt to our family? It's been a year since peace has finally collaborated with all the kingdoms." Bryok scoffs in a pity, his head held high as he felt pride take over his system.

Arthur again ignores him, but Sir. Cornwell didn't really mind the silent treatment. "Remember, there's the ball coming up, I'd recommend my sister, she'll save your kingdom because of her bloodline." His smirk tempted Arthur to punch him right at his chiseled jaw. But yet he still ignored him.

"Welp, I'll see you whenever the time comes, until then I'll be looking around this kingdom." Bryok wonders the opposite direction from where Arthur was headed.

The quiet made Arthur's skin nag at the humiliated in the situation.

"Lord Arthur, please don't mind the ignorance of him, as long as he isn't causing any harm to the kingdom we should be able to tolerate them."

Arthur sighs, "you're right, I'm just over reacting, thank you for telling me this, I will deal with it from now on." Before the assistant left she was stopped by Arthur again, "it's still secret, right?"

"Pardon?"

"You still have that incident secret, right? No one knows except you."

"You mean when I accidentally stumbled upon you and Sir. Zeldris kissing in the middle of the hallway?"

Arthur covers her mouth, "not so loud! But yes."

"Of course, I'll never tell a soul my Lord, and I will always keep a promise."

"Right, okay then, that's all I need," Arthur dismisses the assistant, then slowly walking to the window of the castle, looking down at the Royal garden. He remembers the way it always was since the beginning.

The vibrant colors of the pure flowers that bloom in every season, some do die off in winter but it makes the flowers look so beautiful with the frosted petals that make it look like snow flowers. The brightest white like the skin and fur of albinos.

Right now, it is spring, where the colors are most bright and beautiful as they show off their vibrant beauty to the world. Even that has the eyes of demons.

He saw Zeldris at peace looking at particularly dark blue flowers that stood out the most of the light colors. He was in his own world and just looking with hus curious look. Arthur wanted to keep the precious treasure that he wants to claim. Of course, he's never really actually claimed Zeldris as his lover. He's still tries to be sure about how he feels, but when he does try by personally seeing Zeldris. His emotions get mixed up and confused again. And it won't stop.

Arthur tenses as he saw the same snob that talked him off, going right up behind Zeldris, yet at a reasonable distance. The demon turns around to see the human and his face is unchanging as if he sensed him moments before he came outside.

They were talking, and Zeldris barely said anything as his lips hardly moved to talk. Maybe some questions were asked, and he wasn't answering most of them? Maybe it was an argument, of how that Bryok bitch should never touch him.

The moment Arthur grinned at the failed attempt Bryok pulled to get close to Zeldris. His face gradually frowns seeing Zeldris slightly grin, the demons face loosens like he was welcoming him. But then demon rushes out of the garden pushing Bryok aside, rejecting his open arms, leaving him alone.

"Zeldris..." Arthur whispers. His hands twitch and his emotions were mixed one over the over. Anger, sadness, then anger again. His body shifted temperature as he thought of the worst.

Arthur shakes his head rapidly, "no, don't think that... He wouldn't do that." He bit his bottom lip.

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        Zeldris touches the soft blanket of the bed that was perfectly made by the Royal servants in Arthur's room. The smell of the human was faint since the sheets were freshly washed. But even that of the faintest scent made his body shiver, clearing his mind from anything that is important.

He droops on the bed on his back. His face looks up to the ceiling that was a plain, boring, white color. His legs dangle over the edge of the bed and he takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes.

"Looking comfortable in my room I see."

Zeldris didn't even sense the human coming in, let alone finding the king hovering over him. The sudden surprise was cunning to the demon. "Arthur, I didn't even sense you, when did you come in?"

Arthur only smiles, his face looking as purely innocent as ever.

"What are you doing?" Zeldris says calmly, his left hand taken by Arthur's and their fingers intertwine. The kings face was so close to his and His warm breath was blowing ever so gently on his neck. Arthur shifts, to lift his head up to look directly into those black pearled eyes, as dark as the sky when it's night. Arthur could almost see stars in those eyes.

Zeldris slowly lifts his right hand to cup Arthur's cheek observing the human carefully. "What's wrong?" The demon asks, seeing the pain in those hazed lavender eyes. To Zeldris, it felt like death was staring right at him.

An image of pure darkness surrounding Zeldris took place and his own body couldn't move. Hands holding him down all over from his wrist to ankles halt his movements. It felt like he was stuck in a spiders web, like a hopeless fly that got caught and now struggling to be set free. And the spider in the corner yet to be going after its prey.

"What did he say to you?" Arthur's voice cracks, hesitation chokes him as he realizes what he's doing.

Zeldris's eyes soften, instantly knowing what Arthur wants. He chuckles. "The usual."

"Why were you smiling?" You smiled as if  you enjoyed his presence. Arthur holds Zeldris tightly, slipping his free hand around the demons waist pulling him up against him.

"I wasn't smiling. Wait. Are stalking me?"

Arthur bites his bottom lip, "no, you just happened to be outside, in the garden, looking very curious..." So then I was curious. He wished to finish with his thoughts but it sounded so stupid.

Zeldris lightly smiled, the flushed face of the human almost made him want to tease him more. "No, I didn't smile, as if I'd ever enjoy anything that bastard would have to say."

Arthur scoffs, "the bastard doesn't deserve you... You're..."

Zeldris looks at him, the rejection of the human looking at him in his eyes made his feelings ache. "Arthur?" He questions and no response. His hearts skip a beat out of synch.

Zeldris whispers, "Arthur." His right hand currently cupping the kings cheek was kissed by Arthur's lips. So soft, so gentle. Zeldris felt his body tremble below the human, his legs slowly slide up Arthur's hips to waist.

Arthur looks down to Zeldris and the emerald color he so adored was seen in the demons eyes.

Zeldris slightly parts his lips, causing Arthur's throat to go dry at the sight of wild black hair, to the emerald eyes that look like jewls with more value than he can afford. And his full, heart shaped lips that tease and beg Arthur to roughly kiss the soft flesh.

"I'm... What?" He asks, as his hand was kissed and caressed by Arthur's face, just like a cat would do when begging for attention.

"You're..." Arthur stops his movements to look strait at what he so wants. What he needs. Just looking at Zeldris like this made a spark in his heat. The desire to keep the demon away from anyone else who dares to challenge him for Zeldris's affection.

But. It really is Zeldris's choice. If he wants to leave, then he'll leave. If he wants to stop whatever is happening between the two of them, then he'll stop.

"I... I just want you to be by my side, always." Arthur whispers. His voice cracks, feeling so selfish.

"Arthur." Zeldris releases his hand that held the humans to cup his other cheek, pulling him down to press their lips together roughly. Zeldris uses his thumb to wipe the tear that strolls down Arthur's cheek.

Their mouths dance tasting each other over and over, never taking enough. They couldn't stop. Arthur just wanted to be like this forever. Holding Zeldris closely to him and kissing him to the point of making the demons lips pink, and plump.

As Arthur slowly got used to the sensation, his lips slit open to slip his tongue in Zeldris's mouth. The moment the instant fresh taste entered his thought, his heat all the more wanted him.

"I want to kiss every part of you. Every inch of your body..." Arthur states. His hands squeeze the hips of the demon. Feeling the soft flesh under the tough garments made him pull it down slowly, exposing more and more skin as it goes. He stops before he could go any lower at his hip, then moving upward to slither up the skin tight shirt. The warm skin had his body trembling.

He swiftly slides Zeldris's shirt over his head, words escaped his mouth as he couldn't remember seeing this much of Zeldris. The last time they were like this they only ran on pure instincts. Or at least the demon did.

Zeldris's cheeks flush as he felt Arthur's eyes watching him, his every move surveyed by his eyes.

"Can... Can I touch you?" Arthur locks his elbows in place, positioning his hands next to Zeldris's head.

The demon nods, and immediately Arthur kisses Zeldris's forehead. The sensation of Arthurs soft lips made his whole body tremble. A pair of hands slowly slip down to slowly take the demons galosh off, then moving on to hold his hips in place, pulling down the rest of his under garments, tossing it carelessly to the floor.

Arthur lands on his knees to see such flushed flesh between those spread legs. The frame he saw was moving side to side, wanting the need for friction. "Arthur." God his name said like that drove Arthur insane. His hands eagerly press up against the flesh holding at Zeldris's knee pit.

Zeldris sighs as he felt his thighs kissed and caressed by those same soft lips again, nibbling and sucking at his flesh again in a loop hole. The demons skin burns in pure arousal, he couldn't help himself but sigh so beautifully. His toes curl and his back arches.

Zeldris's eyes go to the back of his head in such simple pleasure, yet he held his composure, "W - wait," And the king stops at Zeldris's firm plea. The demon pulls himself up, straightening his poster yet so relaxed. Arthur slowly stands, his eyes curious and confused, then looks down at those emerald eyes that look up at him.

"Arthur, you gave me so much, I can only return the favor." Zeldris licks his lips, then sucks at his bottom lip, sliding down the edge of the bed to his knees. His bare skin reacts to the cold floor causing goosebumps to form at his shivering body. His frame hesitates to move, then looks up to Arthur again, desperately gripping at the kings undergarments.

Ever so slightly, he pulls at the textile down enough for the kings length to emerge in a painful erection.

Zeldris's sinful lips kisses the tip, licking the clear, salty pre-cum. Arthur jolts and a swift gasp escaped his throat, making the demon that teased him grin. His mind processed like as that of a sly fox.

His face smiles innocently, looking up to Arthur, purposely giving him the pouty face, "how would you feel... If I were to suck it?"

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