Chapter 2: Twenty-One Years Later PRINCE EMERIEL "He's so pretty," a voice murmured. "It's the feminine prince," another one said. The third man had lust in his eyes. "No man should have hair that gorgeous." Prince Emeriel ignored them all as he moved from the palace grounds into the building, his head held high. Just because he was used to the unwanted attention didn't mean it didn't make his skin crawl. He might have lived as a boy all his life, but it didn't exactly keep him safe. Men of Navia would stick their phallus in anything with a hole, especially if it looked remotely feminine. But Emeriel's senses were always on high alert. Which is probably why he was the only twenty-one-year-old virgin in Navia. That, and his sister, Princess Aekeira, always did everything in her power to protect him. To make sure his secrets remained tightly hidden. A carriage accident had taken their parents fifteen years ago, and King Orestus had adopted them. That tyrant made life a living hell for them. Emeriel entered the hallway to Aekeira's chambers when he heard it. Soft, pain-filled whimpers. That sound was coming from… Rage surged through Emeriel. Not this again! Determined, he stormed down the hall and shoved the door open, unsheathing his sword. Feel the thrill at g aln ov el s . com "Get away from my sister right this instant, Lord Murphy, or I swear to the sky I will cut you down where you stand!" Emeriel snarled. The minister of human affairs' face twisted with irritation, and he stopped thrusting. "Go away, little prince. You're ruining the fun." Emeriel hated the jab "little prince," but surely not as much as he hated being called a "slight prince." Over the years, the people of Navia had given him many names because of his small and feminine appearance. "Get away from her right now!" Emeriel strode purposefully toward the bed, seizing Lord Murphy and pushing him away from Aekeira. With a satisfying thud, the old oaf tumbled to the floor. Aekeira rose from the bed, clutching her vulnerable body, her face red from crying, eyes tired and swollen. Emeriel pulled his sister into his arms, hugging her tightly. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Keira." "It was not your fault." "Why the hell would you do that!?" Lord Murphy rose angrily. "I won Princess Aekeira fair and square in the card game at the gathering last night. The king wagered with her and lost to me! I was supposed to have her for at least two hours!" Emeriel's eyes blazed as he whirled around to face him. "If you put your hands on her again, I swear to the sky, I will cut off your male organ, Lord Murphy." "You will not dare!" "I'll gladly take whatever punishment the king gives," Emeriel stated with conviction, "but you will be without your manhood. Choose wisely." Lord Murphy's eyes widened, his hands flying protectively over his crotch, his face reddening with anger. "The king will hear of this!" The minister snarled. Taking his clothes, he marched out of the room. "Oh, Em, why did you do that?" Aekeira's eyes filled with worry. "The king might punish you with the hot whip again." "I do not care. Let us go to my room." Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!