May God's Grace Be Upon the King of the Fallen Kingdom - Chapter 1 Part 3

After leaving the prison and crossing the central garden, they arrived at the residence of the high priests behind the grand and magnificent temple. The residence was located on the highest floor of the building, and it seemed that only Sosphus and his attendants could enter that floor.

Sosphus ordered the female attendants to bathe Eoleare. They filled a large marble bathtub with warm water and added fragrances and flower petals. As Eoleare soaked in the tub, he let out a soft moan without realizing it.

It felt like it had been ages since he had enjoyed such luxury. It was hard to believe that just moments ago, he was almost r*ped by the guards in the cold, damp, and dirty underground prison. One of the attendants washed Eoleare’s hair while he leaned his head against the marble bathtub. The warm water and sweet floral scent relaxed his body and mind.

After the bath, he was given a luxurious navy silk shirt and white pants that were even more upscale than what he wore in Solas. Eoleare obediently put on the clothes and followed the attendants’ guidance to Sosphus’ room.

Eoleare couldn’t tell what Sosphus was thinking, but there must have been some political intention behind his release from the dreadful underground prison. Perhaps he wanted to discuss the future handling of Solas, which had now become a part of the empire. Even if Sosphus was the villain who destroyed Solas, it would be better not to show any hostility towards him for now.

As he entered the room, Sosphus was sitting in a comfortable chair by the window. The warm afternoon sunlight seeped through the ivory-colored thin curtains. Sosphus’ silver hair sparkled brilliantly in the light.

Eoleare thought he was a beautiful man. He was too dazzling and gorgeous to be just a high priest. If they had met in the past, as Sosphus hinted, he would never forget him. So Sosphus must have been mistaken about something.

“You’re here.”

Sosphus turned to look at Eoleare. His eyes softened with a smile, and the coldness from earlier was nowhere to be found. Sosphus offered Eoleare a seat across from him. A table between them was set with Eoleare’s share of tea and madeleines.

During his time in prison, Eoleare could barely survive on black bread and thin bean soup. It was only when he saw the food in front of him that he realized how hungry he was.

Eoleare sat in front of Sosphus and cautiously sipped his tea. Then he took a bite of the madeleine. The flavors of b*tter, sugar, and egg filled his mouth with satisfaction. He almost let out an exclamation of delight without realizing it. Sosphus watched him and chuckled.

“You still like sweet things, I see.”

“….”

Eoleare put down the madeleine he was eating and looked at Sosphus with confusion. Why was this man acting like he knew Eoleare? Eoleare had no recollection of him. And why was Sosphus so disappointed that Eoleare couldn’t remember? What had happened between them?

But it didn’t seem like the right time to ask. Sosphus would tell him when he wanted to. What was important now was something else. Eoleare asked carefully,

“What is the reason for treating me so kindly?”

“What do you mean by ‘treating you so kindly’ with just tea and madeleines? I can do more for you than that.”

“…. For example?”

Sosphus clasped his hands together and rested his chin on them as he gazed at Eoleare with passionate eyes.

“I could save your life.”

Eoleare swallowed hard. Save him? The Empire did not spare the leaders of the conquered countries. They always publicly executed them in the cruelest way possible to show off the Empire’s power. Eoleare could not be an exception. His death was already decided.

But Sosphus spoke so easily about saving him. Eoleare became curious about the price.

“What do you want in return?”

Sosphus stood up and walked towards Eoleare, passing the table and getting closer to him. Sosphus’ long fingers gently touched Eoleare’s hair. The thin blonde strands flowed through Sosphus’ fingers. Sosphus leaned down and kissed Eoleare’s hair.

“You.”

Eoleare looked up at Sosphus. He wasn’t surprised. Was this man just another bundle of desire, no different from those guards? Even though he was a high priest. Anyway, the empire encouraged homosexuality, so even if a high priest had a same-sex relationship, it wouldn’t be a problem.

However, Eoleare had no intention of giving in to his demands, even if it meant sacrificing his own life. He spoke calmly.

“Kill me.”

Sosphus fell silent. Eoleare forced a smile.

“I was going to die anyway. I won’t beg for my life with dirty acts. I am not a prost*tute. I am the King of Solas.”

Sosphus looked down at Eoleare and spoke with a gentle face.

“Then your mother, siblings, and relatives will be the ones to suffer the insult.”

At that moment, Eoleare could no longer force a smile. Sosphus spoke slowly, as if singing a song.

“The empire has something called a gang r*pe. They tie up the prisoners naked in the square and let passersby use them as public toilets. They can do whatever they want with them. Some even stick their p*nis in their anus and urinate on them. They don’t give them a drop of water and leave them like that until they die of dehydration. Of course, usually they bite their own tongue and commit suicide before that. It would be interesting to see the entire Solas royal family subjected to gang r*pe…”

“Shut up!”

Eoleare stood up and grabbed Sosphus by the neck. He couldn’t control his trembling body. Could a human really do such a cruel and inhumane thing? But if it was the empire, if it was this man named Sosphus, he could do it and still survive. Sosphus remained calm, even with Eoleare’s grip on his neck.

“Eoleare III.”

Sosphus called Eoleare by his full name.

“You will become a male prost*tute.”

He spoke in a gentle voice, as if petting a cat.

“Because you are too kind.”

Sosphus lifted his hand and grabbed Eoleare’s wrist, which was holding his neck. Then he put his lips on Eoleare’s fingertips. Sosphus’ tongue began to flicker on the tip of Eoleare’s finger. Eoleare trembled with anger, shame, and fear, but he couldn’t stop Sosphus’ actions. If Eoleare refused Sosphus, his relatives would be subjected to gang r*pe. He had to prevent that. Eoleare endured it.

Soon, Sosphus’ lips wrapped around Eoleare’s finger, making a sucking sound as he licked it with his tongue. He put the entire finger in his mouth and licked the thin skin between the fingers with his tongue.

Was this the same tongue – caressing his hand as sweetly as melted candy – that had brought up gang r*pe? Sosphus licked Eoleare’s hand and moved up, soon unbuttoning Eoleare’s shirt off. Then he licked Eoleare’s wrist where his pulse was beating. The moist and soft touch of his tongue tickled Eoleare, and he couldn’t help but moan.

“Uh…”

Sosphus’ long eyelashes were visible above his tightly closed eyelids. Eoleare turned his head to avoid looking at it and took a step back. Then Sosphus pulled Eoleare’s waist and held him tight. The scent of perfume emanating from Sosphus enveloped Eoleare once again. His head was spinning. It felt like melting like soap bubbles, snowflakes, or sugar.

Sosphus took Eoleare to the bed and laid him down on the soft mattress. Then he climbed on top of Eoleare’s chest.

“Come on, Eoleare III.”

Sosphus called Eoleare again and opened his robe, pulling down his pants.

“You should start practicing becoming a prost*tute.”