11. Duell

Eric, furious and heartbroken, stormed to Aslan, his anger fueling him like a fire. He couldn’t hold it in any longer.

He had watched his brother take Elliot, watched as Aslan stole the one thing he had never been able to claim.

“I told you about my feelings!” Eric yelled, his voice sharp with betrayal.

“And you ignored me! You took him from me! You knew how I felt and still—you just took him from me!”

Aslan’s expression remained cold, his eyes narrowing as Eric’s words echoed through the room.

He had known Eric was in love with Elliot, but he had never truly understood the depth of that love.

To him, it had always been an obstacle, something to be crushed.

“I’m sorry, Eric,” Aslan said, his tone as emotionless as ever.

“But I won’t apologize for loving Elliot. He’s mine now.”

Eric’s eyes flashed with fury.

“He’ll never love you! You’re nothing but a tyrant, a man who doesn’t even know what love is!”

And with that, Eric’s anger exploded.

In one swift motion, he drew his sword and pointed it directly at Aslan’s throat.

The tension between them was palpable, the weight of their emotions, their history, hanging thick in the air.

Aslan, however, didn’t flinch. He stood tall, his eyes cold and unmoving.

“I love him, Eric,” he said simply. “And nothing will seperate us. Not even you.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

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Eric's POV

I don’t even know what kind of twisted feelings Aslan has for Elliot—or if he has any genuine feelings at all.

Right now, I wonder if it’s all just his way to mess with me.

“I love him so much more than you ever will,” I declared, the cold edge of the blade pressed against my throat as if to punctuate every word.

“Every time our eyes meet, I feel this ticklish surge that lingers for days. His voice, his smile—they echo in my mind like a refrain I can’t escape. When he smiles, my heart beats so fiercely it feels as if it will burst through my ribs. And when he looks at me—while softly calling my name—I long to seal that moment with a kiss, to make him think of nothing else but me. Aslan, that is love. That is what I feel for Elliot, even though he’s a man like me.”

A low, mirthless chuckle came from Aslan.

“You call that love? That’s nothing but a teenage crush,” he said, his deep voice sending shivers down my neck.

My own skin burned with a mix of anger and disbelief—my own brother, always so cold, so calculated.

“ASLAN! You can’t marry a boy,” I shouted, my tone rising.

“You’re the crown prince! You need a wife—a woman who can bear you a son!”

Aslan’s gaze narrowed, his voice calm and biting as he replied, “Exactly as you said. I am the crown prince, and you’re just a measly prince. So why is it that you can have something I cannot? Are you kidding me? You want him to merely kiss you?”

His words came in a low, dangerous murmur.

“I want to violate his body so completely that he can never stop thinking about nothing but me. I want to reshape him so perfectly that every word that escapes his lips is meant only for me. I will make him cry and beg until, finally, he belongs to me alone.”

A dark smirk curled on Aslan’s lips as he breathed lowly, and in that charged moment, everything felt twisted, raw—and irrevocably our own.

That declaration sent shivers down my spine—an icy warning I couldn’t ignore.

'A beast'

My heart pounded so fiercely I was sure it would burst from my chest.

Instinct overtook me.

'I have to run,' I thought, panic clawing at me.

Suddenly, the very air around me seemed to shift, heavy with foreboding.

All my life, I’d prided myself on being a predator—a fierce, unyielding force.

I’d been strong, confident, the one everyone admired. In this village, status didn’t matter much; I had always seen myself as equal to my brother.

But now, in this moment, everything had changed.

Something was horribly wrong.

I could feel it in the charged atmosphere around us—a malignant presence radiating from Aslan like an aura of pure danger.

He was no longer simply my brother, nor merely the crown prince; he was a monstrous predator incarnate, an overwhelming force that threatened to tear me apart if I stayed still.

For the first time in my life, terror gripped me.

Not the fear of an enemy or a wild beast, but the paralyzing dread of my own brother—of the predator who lurked within him.

'If you are a hunter, you should always be ready to be hunted.'

Now I understand that warning.

His eyes, once only cool and detached, now burned with a lethal intensity.

Every calculated movement of his exuded danger, every breath he took was a promise of destruction.

I knew, in that frozen moment, that if I didn’t run, if I stayed any longer, I would be ripped apart—body and soul—by the monstrous side of the man who once seemed merely unyielding, but now was terrifyingly predatory.

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