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"So you're going to be a temporary lord of an entire city in two days?"

Serian remained silent as he stared up at the cloudless night sky. His russet paws draped lazily across his chest as he let out a soft sigh. The white wolf sitting next to him cleared his throat in response to Serian's silence.

"Not going to elaborate?" The white wolf asked as his yellow eyes glanced down at Serian.

"What else is there to tell, Jarik?" Serian asked with another sigh. "In two days, I'll be leaving everything behind here to go to some strange city."

Jarik shrugged, his black leather armor creaking softly. "You're not excited?"

Serian snorted. "Not even a little bit."

This was the fifth night Serian had spent on the rooftop with the white wolf. Despite the disdain Serian had first felt towards the thief, he began to grow a liking towards him. He was quite roguish and handsome, and was a master with words. After their first visit, Serian was unsure if the wolf would even to return to the rooftop where they had first met. Serian took a chance though, and waited in the secret area the next night. Surprisingly, Jarik had the same idea and returned during the darkness of the night. They spent a few hours each night just sitting around, making casual conversation and getting to know each other better. Serian was fascinated with the amount of stories the white wolf had. Each one of them was filled with danger and adventure, stories that Serian would think they were fake if they hadn't been filled with such detail. He was rather enjoying his time with the wolf, but as the days grew near of his impending departure, his mood began to sour.

"Can't they find someone else to take your place?" Jarik asked.

Serian shook his head. "No. It's been written in the past lord's will that I take the position if he were to pass before any of his children become of age."

"Sounds like you're out of luck." Jarik chuckled. "Maybe you'll enjoy it."

"Enjoy it?" Serian scoffed as he sat up. "Would you enjoy it if you had to leave your home city behind to go do something you don't want to do?"

"Can't say for sure, fox. Never was put into that position."

"Of course. Thieves like you do what they want and take what they want."

"Oh, no. That's not entirely true." Jarik grinned as he shook a finger at Serian. "We used to have orders. We never questioned them though. Either we followed them, or we were exiled. And by exiled, I mean put to death."

Serian remained silent as he glanced over at the wolf.

"Just be happy your life isn't being put on the line." Jarik continued.

"My life could be on the line." Serian grumbled.

"How so?"

"I'm sure a few of the inhabitants of Rothel aren't too thrilled about a young fox becoming lord of their city." Serian replied. "I've heard my father's conversations in his office. There's already murmurs of retaliations from the city."

Jarik whistled. "Sounds like you better keep your nose out of trouble then if you don't want a blade through the heart."

"Thank you. I appreciate your support." Serian muttered.

"I'm sure you'll do fine, fox. Besides, you'll have your own personal guards, right?" Jarik asked as his fingers played with the hilt of his dagger.

"Yes, but not even guards can stop a skilled assassin."

"Or thief."

Serian smirked. "I think I'm worried more about my own life than any riches in the palace."

"To each his own. I can only imagine the coin hiding in there." Jarik sighed as he stared off into the distance. "I bet I'd never have to sneak into another house again. I could buy a nice plot of land, start my own farm, and do that until I pass."

"Dream of yours?" Serian asked.

Jarik shrugged and smiled. "One of them. I'd much rather prefer to just settle down soon. It's tough when you have several bounties hanging over your head though. Someday I'll earn enough coin to pay them off though."

"Doesn't sound like that's working for you though." Serian coughed. "How many times have you been caught?"

"Only a few. Enough to have my face posted around major cities." Jarik said casually. "I'm not the only white wolf around here though. Get enough coin, get rid of this garb, pay off my bounties, and then I'm free."

Serian rubbed the tip of his tail through his paws. "How much longer do you think that will take?"

"Oh, probably a few more years." Jarik laughed. "Robbing the upper district houses gives me more coin, but is riskier. I prefer to take from the snobs then the poor."

"How noble of you." Serian replied as he rolled his eyes.

The two were quiet as they remained sitting side-by-side. The summer's night breeze rustled gently through Serian's fur. The moon had risen high in the sky now, and he realized he had been sitting out on the roof for quite some time. He glanced over at the wolf sitting next to him and admired his physique in the dull light. He realized that he had never asked Jarik whether if he had a distant lover somewhere, but that question might be too personal. The wolf was quite skilled at dodging questions regarding his past, so Serian squandered his interest and remained silent.

"Well, lovely night talking with you Serian, but I must go." Jarik said as he stood up and stretched.

"Go? Go where?" Serian asked as he looked up at the wolf.

"Somewhere out there. Those coin purses aren't going to steal themselves now." Jarik replied with a wink. "Same time tomorrow night though?"

"Of course, as long as you don't get caught." Serian replied with a huff.

"I appreciate your concern fox, but you seem to be forgetting who you're talking to." Jarik replied as he pulled up his hood and cowl over his muzzle and bowed. "Until tomorrow night, m'lord."

Serian waved as the thief disappeared into the darkness without a sound, leaving Serian alone on the rooftop. He wasn't quite tired yet, and the night was still young. The fox also realized how pent up he was from talking to the wolf. He realized he had quite an attraction for the thief, as much as he didn't want to admit it. He always felt pent up after spending the night so close to Jarik, where he could admire the wolf's body in that tight leather armor of his. It was odd trying to drop subtle hints about being interested in the wolf though. Serian was used to having other males throw themselves at him because of his status. Who wouldn't want to sleep with a lord? Jarik was different though. Serian's status was nothing from Jarik's view. He hoped he would catch a slight hint of arousal from the wolf, but every night Jarik seemed uninterested. Either he genuinely wasn't interested in him, or he was just really good at hiding it. The wolf was quite mysterious, and Serian hoped Jarik would open up to him more. Two days wasn't enough to catch the wolf's interest though.

Frustrated, Serian made his way back to the balcony of his room. Usually he would just relieve himself with his own paw in bed, take a quick bath to wash away his sticky mess, and go to sleep, but he knew that wasn't going to be enough tonight. An idea suddenly popped in his mind. The brothel was still open, and his favorite wolf who worked there would probably have a spot open for him at this time of night. Serian opened the drawer of his nightstand beside his bed and fished out his coin purse. He received an allowance from his father, which he usually spent on ale and sex. He had a few silver pieces, which he pocketed for the wolf's tip. He frowned as his paw only pulled out copper pieces. To his delight though, his fingers pulled out a single gold piece that was hiding in the corner of the leather. He pocketed the currency, made sure his leather pants and blue tunic were free of stains and wrinkles, and quietly made his way down the palace halls. He nodded to the guards in the hallways but didn't stop to speak to them. The palace was mostly quiet during the night, which made it easy for him to sneak in and out to engage in his vices.

Serian made his way through the cobblestone streets until he reached the brothel. It was quite a large building and was the only brothel in the entire city. It was discreet, safe, and had some of the best males Serian had ever laid eyes upon. His favorite was Corva, a young and muscular black wolf. Serian couldn't count how many times he had slept with the wolf, or how many gold pieces he had spent on a night of fun. Corva was special though. He often spent extra time cuddling with Serian after sex, asking him about his day and other happenings in his life, something that the other workers did not do.

Serian reached the door of the brothel and ducked in quickly. The smells of strong incense and musk hit his nose and raised his arousal even more. A black cougar looked up from a desk and smiled as his blue eyes rested on Serian.

"Lord Serian! Back so soon?" The cougar asked as he sauntered over to Serian, only dressed in a red silk garment that wrapped around the feline's slender hips. "Has it been five days already?"

"Good evening to you too, Tarah." Serian replied with a smile. "It's only been four days, but I've been quite stressed lately. Couldn't make it another day without some relief."

"Oh, well we can certainly help you with that." Tarah purred as his paws teased Serian's chest. "I suppose you're here for Corva, unless someone else fancies you tonight?"

"I would like to see Corva tonight, if he's available." Serian replied as he shivered slightly against Tarah's gentle touch.

"Let me see if he's available." Tarah replied as he made his way back to his desk. The feline paused as he skimmed through the pages of the business ledger. "Ah, looks like Corva will be available soon. He's finishing up with his first client tonight, so will you just have a seat and I'll let you know when he's ready for you?"

"Perfect." Serian replied.

"Such a lovely fox, you are." Tarah purred as he smiled. "Want anything to drink while you're waiting?"

"No thank you. I appreciate it though."

"Of course, dear. Now go ahead and make yourself comfortable. I'll come get you when Corva is ready."

Serian nodded and made his way to one of the empty tables in the waiting room. The room was quite empty, besides a tan coyote and white rabbit sitting next to each other at another table. Serian could feel their eyes upon him as he sat down, but they didn't say a word to him. The two seemed to be quite interested in each other though, and Serian guessed that it wouldn't be long until they scurried off to a private room. It was rare for Serian to accept another's invitation from the waiting room, but a few times a muscular soldier or a cute merchant would catch his eye. Serian reclined back in his chair and watched the couple from the corner of his eye. Sure enough, the coyote and rabbit stood up, spoke a few words to Tarah, and made their way back to the designated private room. Most of the private rooms were on the ground floor, but the rooms designated for the workers here were all upstairs. The walls and floors were quite thick, so the moans and yelps of pleasure were often hard to hear.

"Lord Serian? Corva is ready for you."

Serian perked his ears as Tarah waved her paw gracefully. Serian smiled as he stood up from his chair and took out the gold piece from his pocket. He handed it to the feline, who took it in his black paw and slipped it into the waistband of his revealing garment.

"Corva was pleasantly surprised to hear that you were waiting on him." Tarah said as he guided Serian up the stairs. "You're only his second client for tonight, so he's quite worked up and active."

"He's always like that." Serian chuckled.

"Well I think you get him quite worked up." Tarah laughed softly as he stopped at the third private room in the hallway. "Go ahead my dear fox. Can't keep him waiting too long."

Serian smiled and nodded as he rested his paw on the door knob. He knocked softly with his other paw.

"Come in."

Serian opened the door slowly and smiled as he saw the handsome wolf sprawled out on the bed. His black fur was sleek and recently washed and brushed. The wolf's left paw was draped delicately over his toned hip. He was nude, besides the silk loincloth that covered his private area. Corva's green eyes looked at Serian, bringing a warm smile to his perfect muzzle.

"Lord Serian. What a wonderful surprise." Corva said softly as he stood up from the bed and walked over to the fox.

"It's been a stressful week." Serian sighed as he shut the door behind him, his gaze fixed on the wolf's muscular physique.

"Stressful? Well I certainly can help relieve you." Corva growled softly as his paws gently tugged on the front of Serian's tunic. "Will m'lord allow me to make him more comfortable?"

"Of course." Serian replied.

He sighed softly as he felt the wolf's gentle paws strip him of his tunic. He inhaled the wolf's scent as he felt the paws move down to his waist. The wolf was just a bit taller than him, with his muzzle only reaching Corva's neck. He loved how the canine undressed him, gently and slowly. Serian felt his sheath start to swell as Corva's fingers loosened the strings on his leather pants and pulled them down slowly. Serian kicked them aside as he smoothed his white fur down on his chest. His tail wagged softly behind him, as well as Corva's tail.

"So what does m'lord want tonight?" Corva whispered as he pressed his toned body against Serian's.

"I think..." Serian began as his fingers gently cupped the wolf's sheath in his paw. "I would like this inside me tonight."

Corva smiled as he rested his paw on top of Serian's, holding the fox's paw there against his sheath. "I think I can do that."

Serian grinned as he tickled the curved muscle that made up the wolf's toned chest. "You didn't have anything special in mind, did you?"

"Anything is quite special from you." Corva replied softly as his thumbs hooked the straps of Serian's own loincloth.

Serian felt his arousal grow against Corva's touch. He gave Corva's chest a few licks and playful nips as he unclasped the silk loincloth and let it fall to the floor. Corva was also showing signs of his own arousal, and Serian couldn't help but stare hungrily at the canine's black sheath. He gently took Corva's sheath in his paw and gave it a few strokes as he felt his own loincloth fall to the floor.

"Quite eager tonight, aren't we?" Corva asked as he took Serian's half erected member in his paw.

Serian shivered at the wolf's touch. "Ah...quite eager."

With a grin, the black wolf gently sat down on the edge of the bed and guided Serian to him. Serian exactly knew what the wolf had in mind and he eagerly straddled Corva's thighs. This was his favorite position to be fucked in, besides being on his paws and knees. Serian sat down on the wolf's lap, his cock fully erect now. Corva's cock was half out of its sheath, and was slowly growing with every second.

"Has m'lord prepared himself for tonight?" Corva asked as he took Serian's member in his paw and pressed it against his own member.

"Ah...I haven't." Serian gasped against Corva's chest as waves of pleasure circulated through his body.

Corva reached over to the nightstand by the bed and took out a small container of scented oil. He unscrewed the lid and poured some of the viscous liquid into his paw. Serian watched as the wolf rubbed the oil over his entire cock, making it gleam in the low light. Serian wrinkled his nose at the scent. The oil had a pleasant smell to it, but it was quite strong.

A moan escaped Serian's muzzle as he felt the wolf's fingers underneath his tail. He felt the warm liquid against his entrance, making things quite slick back there. His member throbbed against Corva's, and he grinned as he felt the wolf's fingers tease against his entrance. Serian hoisted himself up slightly and placed his paws on Corva's strong shoulders.

"Is m'lord ready?" Corva asked as his paws withdrew from underneath Serian's tail and rested on his hips.

"Oh I'm more than ready." Serian panted.

This was his favorite part. Serian slowly sank down, moaning softly as he felt Corva's tip enter him. It was a feeling that Serian never grew tired of. His legs trembled in pleasure as the wolf's slick member continued to slide inside him with ease. Corva moaned softly, his paws holding onto Serian's hips for support. Serian was glad the wolf had a firm grip on him, otherwise he would probably lose his balance and end up taking Corva's member completely, which would be quite painful. The wolf was gentle though, and showed great restraint as Serian slowly lowered himself farther. Serian moaned and yelped as he felt Corva's throbbing cock spread him apart. His breath came out hot and heavy against Corva's chest.

"M'lord is doing quite well." Corva huffed as he gave a playful nip on Serian's neck.

Serian moaned again as he felt his rear rest against Corva's thighs. He always felt so full when he took Corva's member entirely. Sometimes he would barely be able to take Corva's entire cock and would end up releasing his seed after just a few thrusts. Even now he felt his member throb and knew he wouldn't last long. Serian clenched his eyes shut and made a strong effort to delay his own orgasm. Corva seemed to notice Serian's predicament and gently rested his paws on the fox's thighs.

"If m'lord allows it, I can show you a trick we use to stop ourselves from coming." Corva suggested.

Serian bit his lip as fluid dripped from the tip of his cock. "Please..."

Corva gently took his paw and wrapped his finger and thumb around the base of Serian's shaft, right above his knot that was slowly starting to grow.

"See this spot right here? Right above your knot? If I feel myself getting close, I give a long and hard squeeze around my shaft. It's uncomfortable, but it gets the job done. Now take a deep breath, m'lord."

Serian barely had enough time to inhale when he felt the wolf tightly squeeze his shaft. He yelped softly and growled in discomfort as he felt the pressure around his cock. Corva was right though. His member remained completely erect, but the throbs of his impending orgasm had diminished. Serian let out a soft gasp as Corva released his grip around his shaft and gave him a comforting lick on the neck.

"Wasn't too horrible, was it?" Corva asked.

"N-not at all. I'll have to remember that." Serian panted.

Serian slowly began to hoist himself upwards, allowing Corva's member to slide out of him. He was quite adjusted now, so there was very little discomfort as he sat back down the canine's cock. He slowly began to ride Corva, gasping and moaning with every movement he made. Serian was grateful for how slick the oil made things, and he was soon moaning and yelping with pleasure as he picked up speed. Corva growled softly in pleasure, and made sure his paws attended to Serian's own throbbing member. Waves of pleasure racked Serian's body, and his mind became clouded with lust. His only thoughts was to ride Corva's cock as fast and hard as possible. He was barely aware of Corva's playful fingers around his shaft and balls as he rode the wolf. Loud slaps filled the room as his rear smacked against Corva's thighs. Serian's breathing became more labored as he felt Corva's knot start to form. He felt it bump against his entrance every time he thrusted downwards. He had only taken Corva's knot twice before, but he was determined to take it tonight. Corva was panting hotly now, and his low growls of pleasure became moans as he started to bounce Serian in his lap.

"G-gods Corva! Harder! Please!" Serian begged as he moaned into the wolf's chest.

Corva's paws moved to Serian's rear and held him in place as he gave strong and hard thrusts upwards into Serian. Loud yelps and whines of pleasure escaped Serian's muzzle as he felt himself bounce up and down on Corva's engorged member. Corva's knot had completely formed now and was bumping roughly against Serian's entrance. Serian growled and wrapped his arms around Corva's neck for support as he attempted to impale himself on the wolf's massive knot. With each hard thrust, Serian felt himself spread open a little bit more. With a final thrust downwards, Serian shouted as Corva thrust upwards into him. He felt Corva's knot pop into him as white flashed across Serian's vision. His body trembled in pleasure as his orgasm peaked, and this time there was no way he could hold back. With a loud moan of pleasure, Serian felt his cock bounce and watched with blurry vision as ropes of his musk erupted from his cock and streaked his stomach and Corva's stomach with lines of white. The clenching around Corva's cock from Serian's orgasm sent the wolf into his own, and soon Serian shuddered in pleasure as he felt the wolf's hot seed spurt inside him. Serian whimpered in pleasure as he felt the warmth spread inside him, and savored the trembles of pleasure from Corva's body against his own. He continued to embrace the wolf until the last wave of Corva's orgasm diminished, leaving both of them panting hotly.

"Ah...I'm s-sorry about making you...well you know." Serian sighed when he finally caught his breath.

Corva chuckled softly and rubbed his paws through the fur on Serian's back. "No need to apologize, m'lord."

"Won't you lose some clients tonight though?" Serian asked as he nuzzled the wolf.

"Maybe just one or two, but they would have to be walk-ins. My next client isn't supposed to show for another two hours." Corva said as he trailed a teasing finger up Serian's cock, causing the fox to squirm. "So we have enough time for something else, if you wish."

"I think what we just did has exhausted me." Serian smiled as he clenched around the wolf's knot. "Unless you want to keep going? I won't argue."

"Well...it will take a bit of time until my knot goes down. If m'lord wants to, we can just enjoy each other's company."

"That sounds perfect to me." Serian sighed as he rested his head on Corva's shoulder and closed his eyes.

The two were silent for a few minutes, just enjoying the warmth from each other and basking in the afterglow. Serian inhaled the scent of the heavy musk that had filled the room. He would definitely have to take a long bath to make sure the musk didn't linger in his fur. Besides the guards, mostly everyone would be asleep by now.

"So what's on your mind, m'lord?"

Serian opened his eyes and lifted his muzzle off of Corva's shoulder.

"Ah...quite a bit." Serian sighed.

He contemplated telling the wolf about leaving the city for an unknown amount of time to become a temporary lord, but he decided against it. Corva was just a prostitute. He didn't want to bore the wolf with his own problems.

"Well I'm listening if you want to talk about it." Corva whispered softly, his paws stroking Serian's fur along his chest.

"I...It's nothing really." Serian replied with a shrug. "It's just that...I'm leaving the city soon."

The stroking stopped.

"Leaving the city? For what reason? And how long?" Corva asked with genuine concern.

"I'm...not certain on how long. Shouldn't be too long." Serian said as he looked at the wolf. "It's something my father wants me to do though, so I don't have much say in it."

Corva frowned as his ears lowered slightly. "What am I going to do without my favorite client around?"

Serian chuckled as he gave the wolf's nose a lick. "Hush. I'll be back. I'm not leaving forever."

"Still...you know how much I enjoy seeing you. And it's not just the sex." Corva replied with a warm smile. "I enjoy your company, Lord Serian."

"Well I also enjoy yours." Serian replied. "Promise you won't find another fox to fuck while I'm gone though."

"I could never replace my favorite client." Corva laughed. "I think I'm soft enough to pull out now, if you're ready."

Serian sighed. "I suppose I should be getting back to the palace now. Go ahead Corva. I'm ready."

Serian huffed as he felt the wolf's cock slide easily out of him, leaving him feeling quite empty now. He slowly hoisted himself up, wincing at the soreness from his stiff muscles. Corva helped him back to his feet and fetched a cloth from the nightstand.

"I'm assuming Tarah was quite surprised to see you?" Corva asked as he gently cleaned the stickiness off of Serian's sheath and stomach.

"He was. Quite spirited as usual." Serian chuckled. "Are things going well here?"

Corva nodded and smiled as he worked on cleaning himself off. "I can't complain. All of my clients have treated me well. Well, except for a rabbit a few days ago. He was quite the biter when he was fucking me and left a few nasty bruises."

Serian winced at the thought of being bit by a rabbit's teeth. "Sounds painful. I hope you received a gracious tip."

"Oh I did. Tarah made sure of that when he saw the bruises around my neck."

"Speaking of a tip," Serian said as he fetched his trousers off of the floor and reached into his pocket and pulled out the two silver pieces. "this is for you."

Corva's green eyes went wide as he stared at the two silver coins in Serian's outstretched paw.

"Oh, m'lord, I can't accept that. That's way too much." Corva argued as his ears splayed down.

"Please Corva. Take it. You deserve it. Besides, I won't be seeing you for a while."

"A-are you sure, m'lord?"

"Of course. Now go ahead and take it."

Corva reluctantly accepted the currency and clasped it in his paw. He bowed his muzzle towards Serian. "You're too kind, m'lord. Thank you very much."

Serian nodded as he fetched his loincloth off of the floor and re-clasped it on his waist. He pulled on his leather trousers, followed by his tunic. Corva slipped his own loincloth back on and secured the silver in his locked chest inside the nightstand.

"Well...I guess this is farewell for now." Serian sighed.

Corva bowed his muzzle, his black tail wagging softly behind him. "I wish you the best in your future endeavors, m'lord. Please come back and visit me when you return."

"Of course I will." Serian smiled. "Thanks for sharing a tip of yours. I'll make sure to use it if I find myself in that situation again."

Corva chuckled softly. "It's works for all of us around here."

Serian nodded. "I should get going Corva. Thank you again."

"Of course m'lord. Farewell, and be safe." Corva replied.

Serian quietly opened the door, gave the wolf a final wave good-bye, and closed the door behind him. He quickly made his way down the stairs, gave a silent farewell to Tarah who was busy talking to another client, and stepped out into the night air.

The streets were mostly empty besides the patrols of the city guards that lazily strode around. Serian made sure to keep his distance from them so they would not catch his musky scent as he made his way back to the palace gates. He briskly made his way through the palace gates and padded up the stone steps to the entrance. Both guards stood at attention and opened the doors for him. Serian caught the coyote's nose wrinkle as he passed by him into the palace, but the guard didn't say anything.

The hallways were empty, so Serian padded across the carpet and headed directly towards his quarters. He was looking forward to taking a nice hot bath and going to bed. The thoughts of his departure in two days was still in the back of his mind, but he was in a better mood now with his sexual tension gone. The fox made it to his quarters and noticed the door wasn't completely shut. Strange, he swore he had made sure his room was secured before he left. It was probably one of the servants who forgot to make sure the door was secure. With a yawn, Serian entered his quarters and shut the door behind him.

Serian smelled the cougar's scent before he saw him out of the corner of his eye.

"You're home late." Gareth rumbled from the dark corner of the room.

Serian huffed as he turned to face the feline, who was leaning casually against the wall near the door to his right.

"What are you doing here?" Serian growled lowly.

"Waiting on you." Gareth replied with a stern frown. "Your father wanted me to check on how your packing was coming along. Judging by your room, seems like you haven't even started."

"So? I'll do it tomorrow. Now get out." Serian demanded.

Gareth made no intention to leave. Instead he just chuckled.

"Now, Now, no need to be brash about things, m'lord." Gareth replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I just want to talk."

"Well I don't want to talk to you." Serian snapped in reply. "Get out of my room. That's an order."

Gareth's smile disappeared as he glared at Serian.

"I would watch that tongue of yours, Lord Serian. Your journey is going to be long and unpleasant if you don't change your attitude." The feline growled.

Serian blinked. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Gareth gave Serian a menacing smile. "Oh? Your father hasn't told you yet? Well lucky me to be the bearer of good news. Your father has put me in charge of the royal guards that will be accompanying you to the city."

Serian's ears folded back against his head as he bared his fangs. "No he didn't! Quit lying!"

"Oh, I'm telling the truth, young fox. I will be in charge of things once we leave. You won't have any of your little servants or your father for guidance. You'll only have me. So I suggest you learn to keep that muzzle of yours shut."

"Fuck you." Serian snapped. "You're nothing but a pet to my father. Once I tell him to relieve you of such a duty, you can go back to guarding the plants in the gardens."

Serian didn't have time to retreat as the feline swiftly stormed over to him. Before Serian could react, he felt Gareth's strong paw roughly wrap around his muzzle and clamp it shut. Serian let out a choked yelp and struggled against Gareth's iron grip, but the feline squeezed tighter, his claws digging into Serian's skin.

"Pathetic." Gareth growled as his face came very close to Serian's.

Serian whimpered as his tail tucked between his legs, his heart hammering in his chest. His muzzle throbbed painfully in the feline's grasp.

"You're a pathetic excuse for a lord. I guarantee that you won't last for three days before a blade is run through you." Gareth growled lowly. "It was foolish for Lord Korbin to even consider you as his replacement. The city is better off without a lord then having you at the throne."

Gareth's word stung Serian's pride. He attempted to open his muzzle to retaliate, but stopped as the feline's grip tightened around his muzzle.

"Now when I let go of your muzzle, I suggest you stay quiet and go to bed." Gareth paused as he sniffed the air and wrinkled his nose. "And wash the sex off of you from your whore you slept with. Like I said, pathetic. Lord's don't sleep with whores."

Gareth roughly let go of Serian's muzzle with a shove, causing him to fall to the floor.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have some things to finalize before our little journey." Gareth said with a smile.

Serian was breathing heavily as he watched the feline walk to the door.

"If it makes you feel better, I am looking forward to spending time together." Gareth chuckled lowly as he opened the door.

Serian didn't pick himself up off the floor until Gareth left the room and closed the door behind him. He winced as he rubbed his bruised muzzle. His feelings of bliss were gone now, replaced by anger and a burning hatred for the feline. Did his father really ask Gareth to accompany him on his journey? His father knew how much he hated Gareth. Gareth must have somehow convinced his father to let him oversee the other royal guards. Well that wasn't going to happen. First thing tomorrow morning, he would confront his father and demand that Gareth stay behind. If he had to become a lord of a city, then so be it, but he would not have Gareth under his command. The guard wouldn't even listen to him anyways.

Fuming with anger, Serian stomped to the washroom and stripped out of his clothing. How dare Gareth call Lord Korbin a fool. How dare he call Corva a whore. And how dare he lay paws upon him. He would tell his father of the incident tomorrow, and he would have the bruises to prove it. But as Serian readied the water for his bath, doubt started to creep into his mind. If he told his father about what Gareth said and did to him, what would that solve? The feline would retaliate in some evil way, and Serian was afraid of what he would do. Besides, his father wasn't going to listen to him. He wouldn't believe the captain of the royal guard gave him those bruises.

With a sigh, Serian stepped into the bath, allowing the warm water to soak his fur. He scrubbed his matted fur along his stomach and groin. He tried to think of a way to prevent Gareth from accompanying him, but nothing came to mind. It was a hopeless attempt, and Serian knew that. What if Serian would ignore Gareth again? How far would the feline take things to punish him? His bruised muzzle showed that the feline wasn't afraid to hurt him. Would he do something worse to him? Serian shuddered at the thought.

He soaked in the water a few more minutes before he finally climbed out. He dried his fur as best as he could and made his way to his bed. His fur was still slightly damp as he collapsed on his back and stared up at the ceiling. He needed a way out of this. He needed to disappear. Maybe run away and hide until someone else was appointed his position. Where would he go though? If he were to turn up missing, the entire city watch and army would be out looking for him.

Jarik. Serian sat up in bed as he thought about the thief. Would Jarik be able to help him hide? The wolf was a thief, a wanted thief. Jarik had to have some sanctuary or hideout somewhere. Maybe he could convince the thief to smuggle him out of the city and help him run away. It was an absurd idea, but it was the only idea he had. He would have to ask Jarik tomorrow night during their usual night talk on the rooftop. It was risky, but it was less risky than the other option. The question was if the thief would actually help him. Serian remembered the wolf's affinity for gold. He sighed in frustration as he looked towards his nightstand where his nearly empty coin purse sat. He didn't have enough money to bribe Jarik, and his allowance from his father wouldn't be given to him until the day he left. His father had gold though. Piles and piles of gold, locked away in a chest underneath his desk. The key was kept on his father most of the time, but Serian knew when it was left unattended.

Serian sighed as he lied back down on his bed. He had to run away. There was no other choice. Steal the key, get enough gold to pay Jarik, and run away with the thief. That was his only option out of this mess. With a sigh, Serian curled up under the covers and drifted off into a restless slumber.