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Finally, it’s tonight.
“No, I want something I can usewith her collar.”
“I got your kink covered.”
Vale hooks her finger, and I follow, spending an entire hour shopping for Ruby’s initiation before I disappear upstairs into our throne room.
Usually, I prepare the room for initiations, but since tonight is for me and my queen, Sire is taking over.
I find him in the throne room, rearranging things.
“What are you doing?”
“Time to change it up,” he says. “Instead of the queens sitting opposite the kings, let’s sit in a semicircle, surrounding the platform, but we’ll leave The Queen’s throne opposite and at the top of the room.” He centers her red throne, before scanning the others, the black and white thrones. “See? This way, everyone’s included.”
Never does our mother attend an initiation or a test. She only sits on her throne for meetings.
And forever will Alena’s throne, the seventh queen’s chair, remain empty on the other side of Loch’s.
Alena doesn’t know about this room. She’ll never be initiated like the other queens. She doesn’t need to be. She’s a queen by blood, and hopefully, Loch will get her back. He’s dying without her.
But when we grow and Ruby gives me my four little princesses, we will definitely change our traditions. I’ll find a convent for our daughters, and no one will ever touch them.
And yes, I know Ruby, my beautiful future wife and mother of our girls, will teach our daughters how to rebel under my rule.
I’m ordering the Xanax right now.
But this tradition?
It means too much to me and my brothers.
It’s the foundation for our families to grow.
For some reason, our father is showing mercy andrestraint. Not like we won’t fucking kill him if he comes for us.
But it’s this tradition that gave us a fighting chance against him in the first place. A chance to be more than the beasts he raised.
We’re men.
We’re kings.
We’re free.
“Thanks.” I deadpan, “Because that’s exactly what I want tonight. For everyoneto be included.”
“It is more blessed to give than receive.” Sire chuckles. “And Ruby’s earned it. We need to give her a royal initiation.”
My cock stirs.
“So, you’ll help me?”
“Always,” he vows. “Tell me your boundaries and I’ll respect them.”
“Let’s see what mood strikes me.”
Sire smirks, nodding, but he knows. Nash knows. All the kings and queens know.
There’s something that takes over during an initiation. It’s powerful. The sacred becomes sensual. The bonds become boundless. The devotion to another erotic. It’s anointed and animalistic. Pure and profane.