Side story: Part Fourteen.

"Adar... I'm sore." Evan said. The man was fully naked, laying on his side Adar's body pressing against him.

"One last time. This is my reward remember." Adar leaned in and bit on Evan's ear nipping away at his neck, trying not to suck on the very flesh.

Ah, the reward, Adar had told Evan he was the reason Melus had began speaking to him, he had told him about how he wanted a prize but Evan didn't actually know this was the prize he had wanted, they had been at it for hours now.

His body was sweaty, sensitive and exhausted. Slumber was beckoning him in. He could feel Adar lifting his leg, he knew the man was about to go again and when he felt it slide back in, he knew he'd pass out, again.

"This is the last time, I swear." Adar said laying a kiss on Evan's cheek. Trust Evan didn't even believe him anymore, he had been saying the same thing for hours.

The cock, pressed on his prostrate, and brushing against it. Adar began thrusting into him. The first one harder than the next, driving Evan to the edge making the male moan. The sensation made he's very body shake. He wanted more. He wanted Adar to tare him up from the inside.

God. Why didn't he want Adar to go again? Evan gyrated his hips forcing the man to move faster.

"Come on. Your faster than this," Evan said. That came out as a moan, Evan wasn't even sure Adar heard him.

That was what Adar needed. He began fucking him. Hard. Fast. Rutting into him making the man moan louder and more. Evan gripped on the sheet, his moans turning into whimpers instead, god this felt too good.

Adar  then groaned. He fucked him with a grated pace and harder. He was driven by a high, the very climax he felt coming too soon. He rode on it, his thrusts losing rhythm and becoming erratic as he finally spilled inside Evan.

———

Adar and Evan were in the office, engaged in a conversation that left Adar's true intentions unspoken. "I still don't get how you're going to get me to marry you," Evan said, oblivious to Adar's secret desire to propose.

Adar's nerves were on edge, but he couldn't bring himself to discuss the matter openly, especially with a crucial meeting looming the next day. The meeting would finalize the new constitution, paving the way for Adar's ascension to the throne.

With the coronation and constitution signing scheduled for the next day, Adar aimed to keep his proposal plans under wraps, especially from his father. By combining the two significant events, he hoped to catch everyone off guard. As soon as he ascended to the throne, the court magistrate would be in place, ready to inscribe the constitution with black ink, formalizing its passage. Adar's strategy was to seize the moment, using the coronation's pomp and circumstance to conceal his true intentions.

Adar's silence was met with Evan's growing uncertainty, his voice laced with a hint of desperation, "Adar, I need something, anything, or maybe I can't keep doing this?" Evan's inner turmoil was palpable, his desire for Adar to propose was almost embarrassing, yet he couldn't bring himself to express it, leaving him feeling foolish and trapped.

Adar's inquiring gaze was met with Evan's petulant expression, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as he pouted, exuding a sense of playful frustration.

"What's the matter? Do you have something on your mind?" Adar asked, his tone gentle and probing.

Evan's pout deepened, his lips jutting out in a comical display of discontent. "You haven't proposed," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability, "I don't want to be pushy about it, but do you ever plan to?" He pouted again, his eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and genuine longing, as if daring Adar to reveal his true intentions.

Adar's face lit up with a warm smile as he said, "God, you're so cute. Come here," his voice filled with affection.

Evan walked towards Adar, his pout still firmly in place, but his eyes sparkling with anticipation. Adar welcomed him with open arms, gently sitting him down on his lap. As Evan settled in, Adar's hand slipped into his pocket, producing a small box that he discreetly positioned in front of Evan. The pout vanished in an instant, replaced by a look of wonder, as Evan's eyes widened in surprise when Adar opened the box, revealing its contents.

A ring, a simple yet profound symbol of commitment, lay nestled in the box, its presence rendering Evan speechless. As Adar slid the ring onto his finger, it settled into place, a perfect fit. Evan's emotions swelled, his eyes welling up with tears that threatened to spill over before he could contain them.

Overwhelmed, he turned into Adar's embrace, wrapping his arms tightly around him, and buried his face in the warmth of his neck, the dam of his emotions finally breaking.

———

The palace was transformed into a majestic spectacle, its grandeur and splendor heightened to unprecedented levels in preparation for the coronation. Crystal chandeliers refracted rainbow hues, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the polished marble floors. Velvet drapes, adorned with intricate golden embroidery, billowed like royal cloaks, while frescoed ceilings seemed to come alive with vibrant depictions of ancient lore.

The air was alive with the sweet scent of exotic flowers, carefully arranged in ornate vases, their delicate petals swaying gently in the soft breeze. Every available surface was adorned with glittering candelabras, their soft glow casting a warm, regal ambiance. The throne room, where the coronation would take place, was a masterpiece of opulence, the very throne itself a work of art, its gold and jewel-encrusted surface glinting like the sun.

The palace was a testament to the kingdom's wealth and power, a fitting backdrop for the momentous occasion that would see Adar ascend to the throne.

The throne room, a majestic space of unparalleled grandeur, was meticulously arranged for the coronation ceremony. At its center, the throne itself stood resplendent, a masterpiece of gold and precious gems, its surface glinting like the sun. Before it, a sea of ornate chairs, upholstered in rich velvet, awaited the members of the court, their dignified presence a testament to the kingdom's esteemed heritage.

To one side, a single, imposing chair stood apart, its dark wood adorned with intricate carvings, reserved for the court magistrate, the guardian of the realm's laws and traditions. This venerable figure would, in due course, inscribe the new constitution with the ceremonial black ink, formalizing Adar's ascension to the throne and ushering in a new era for the kingdom.

The room was alive with anticipation, the weight of history and tradition palpable, as the stage was set for the grand ceremony that would unite Adar with his destiny.

As the throne room reached capacity, a murmur of curiosity spread among the assembled royalty, their whispers weaving a tapestry of intrigue. Kings and queens, resplendent in their finery, exchanged puzzled glances, their eyes darting towards the empty chair reserved for the court magistrate.

The court, already seated, seemed equally perplexed, their faces a picture of confusion. Despite the absence of the magistrate, the room was abuzz with speculation, the air thick with unspoken questions.

Where was the guardian of the realm's laws? Why was the chair still empty? The whispers grew louder, a gentle hum of curiosity that threatened to become a deafening roar, as the crowd awaited the arrival of the one person who could bring clarity to the proceedings. Adar, seated on his throne, his eyes fixed on the entrance, his face a mask of calm, seemed to be the only one immune to the growing unease.

After a suspenseful hour, the court magistrate finally took his seat, the new constitution grasped firmly in his hand, accompanied by the ceremonial stamp and black ink. The court members exchanged curious glances, their eyes fixed on the symbols of legal finality, but they refrained from questioning the magistrate, acknowledging that some matters were beyond their purview.

Just as the air was thickening with unspoken queries, the former king rose from his throne, commanding the attention of the assembly. With a warm smile, he began, "We are all gathered here today for the crowning of my son, Adar, who has returned to us after a period of absence.

I am proud to relinquish my throne to him, and I have every confidence that he will lead our kingdom with wisdom and justice." As the former king spoke, Adar knelt before him, his head bowed in reverence.

With a gentle touch, the crown was placed upon Adar's head, the weight of responsibility and power settling upon his shoulders. The room erupted into a chorus of applause and cheers, as the court members rose to their feet, acknowledging the dawn of a new era under King Adar's rule.

As the cheers and applause reached a fever pitch, a subtle yet significant sound echoed through the throne room - the soft thud of the magistrate's stamp, followed by the scratching of his quill on parchment, signifying the formalization of Adar's ascension.

Amidst the jubilation, Adar rose from his kneeling position and took his seat on the throne, his eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and nervousness. He gestured graciously for the assembly to take their seats, his gaze drifting to the throne beside him, reserved for the queen. Evan, his heart racing with trepidation, hesitantly approached the throne, his eyes locked on Adar's encouraging smile.

As he sat down, a collective gasp swept through the room, the weight of the moment settling upon the assembly. Whispers and murmurs erupted, the court members' eyes fixed on Evan, their faces a picture of shock and curiosity. The air was electric with tension, the unspoken question hanging precariously in the balance.

With a regal nod, King Adar summoned the court magistrate, who bowed deeply before rising to address the assembly. His voice resonated through the throne room, "As per His Majesty's request, the constitution has undergone significant revisions. The king expressed his desire to modernize our laws, deeming the existing framework outdated and reminiscent of medieval times. I have taken the liberty of incorporating these changes, ensuring our constitution aligns with the needs of our contemporary world." With a slight bow, the magistrate unfolded the parchment, revealing the revised document.

"As of this moment, the new constitution is in effect, guiding our kingdom into a brighter, more enlightened era." The room fell silent, the weight of the magistrate's words sinking in, as the assembly grasped the magnitude of the changes unfolding before them. Evan's eyes met Adar's, a mix of excitement and trepidation dancing in their gazes, as they embarked on this uncharted journey together.

The magistrate's words hung in the air like a challenge, igniting a firestorm of protests and outrage from the court members.

"You didn't even consult us about the changes to the constitution!" one of them bellowed, his face red with indignation.

"We have a right to be heard!" another chimed in, their voices escalating into a cacophony of dissent. "This is madness! A man as queen? It's absurd!" The room was on the brink of chaos, the court members' fury and disbelief boiling over.

King Adar's voice cut through the din, his command for silence like a whip crack, leaving the room in stunned quietude. The magistrate, unfazed by the outburst, continued, his tone dripping with disdain. "I am above all of you, and my authority is not to be questioned. Your opinions were not required, as history has shown that you would only behave like petulant children. And now, you've proven me right. Whining about something you cannot change? Grow up." With a dismissive nod, the magistrate turned to King Adar.

"Your Royal Highness, I shall take my leave. May you reign wisely and bring greatness to this kingdom, as you have promised." And with that, he departed, leaving the court in a state of shock and bewilderment, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air.

King Adar's voice rang out, his words dripping with conviction and a hint of defiance. "This is Evan, my queen to be. I don't seek your approval or acceptance. I don't beg for your permission. I love him, and that's all that matters. Words, opinions, and judgments mean nothing to us. I am the king, and you are my subjects.

If my choice bothers you, then perhaps you should leave the court. There are many others eager to serve me." The room was silent, the only sound the soft rustling of clothes as the court members shifted uncomfortably. Adar's gaze swept the room, his eyes challenging anyone to dare speak out against him.

Then, with a gentle smile, he beckoned Evan to his side. Hand in hand, they walked down the throne room, their eyes locked on each other, as if daring the world to question their love. The court members' eyes followed them, a mix of shock, awe, and resentment etched on their faces. The air was heavy with tension, the weight of Adar's words and actions settling upon the assembly like a gauntlet thrown.

King Adar's kiss was a declaration of ownership and desire, a bold statement to the court and all present that he would not be swayed by their opinions. His hands roamed Evan's body, claiming him as his own, as he deepened the kiss. The air was thick with tension, the court members' disgust and shock palpable, but Adar reveled in it, his passion fueled by their disdain. Breaking the kiss, he grinned mischievously, his eyes sparkling with defiance.

"We'll take our leave now," he announced, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Evan has awakened desires in me, in a much less kingly way to say that, I'd say I'm so horny right now and he has to tend to me." With a flourish, he grasped the crown, bowing to the assembly, his gaze daring them to object. As they exited the throne room, the door closing behind them, the verbal abuse and outrage erupted, but Adar and Evan were already lost in their own world.

Another kiss, and Evan's blush deepened, his eyes shining with love and adoration. This was their life, and Adar couldn't wait to spend forever with his beloved, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment.

(Here comes the tears.)