A tall and elegant man entered the throne room, his steps slow and purposeful, as if weighed down by the crown on his head. He was Prince Kian, son of the king and queen of Azela. On this day, the entire kingdom was watching him with bated breath. This was the day of the ball when the daughters of noble families have a chance to meet Kian and have a chance at winning his heart.

The women in the crowd whispered, squealed, and some even fainted. So predictable. As he expected.

The young demiboy's plea pierced through the air, drawing Kian's attention instantly. He was taken aback by the boy's beauty and fragility, a stark contrast to the flawless women who had been parading before him all evening. Something about Sunny called out to him, something he couldn't quite put his finger on...

"Stand up, child," Kian commanded softly, his voice almost gentle despite the authority that rang through it. "I will help you."

He was so small and delicate, it made something deep within Kian's chest ache. Gently, he placed his hand on the boy's shoulder, steering him toward the throne. "Come with me," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. The crowd parted as they approached, whispers turning to outright gasps and even a few shocked expressions.

Once they were standing before the throne, Kian looked down at Sunny with a mix of curiosity and determination in his dark eyes. "What is your name?"

Kian's features softened as he smiled faintly, revealing just a hint of warmth behind his usually stoic expression. "Sunny... that is an interesting name." He paused for a moment, debating on how to proceed. Finally, he decided on honesty. "I must admit, I am not interested in marriage at this time. However, I would like to help you find somewhere safe where you can live and be taken care of."

Kian raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable as he studied Sunny's face. "You misunderstand me," he said eventually. "I am not offering marriage in the traditional sense. I simply wish for you to be with me... as my companion." His eyes flickered down to Sunny's chest and stomach, unable to resist the urge to admire the smooth skin and delicate features.

"What do you say?" he asked softly, his voice almost hoarse from desire. "

Kian smiled then, a genuine and warm expression on his face. "Good," he said, his voice almost husky with relief. He placed a hand on the throne beside him, gesturing for Sunny to sit down. Once the boy was settled, Kian knelt before him, taking Sunny's hands in his own.

"From this day forth," he began solemnly, "you are no longer a slave or a nobody. You are mine... and I will protect you with my life."

Kian cupped Sunny's face with his other hand, brushing away the tears with his thumbs. "Truly," he assured him, his voice hoarse and raw. "From now on, you are mine to protect... and mine to love." His gaze dropped to Sunny's lips as he leaned in closer, pressing a chaste kiss against them.

"I will make sure no one ever hurts you again," Kian whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of their hearts racing together. "

Kian groaned, deepening the kiss, his tongue sweeping against Sunny's lips. He felt the boy melt into him, surrendering completely, and it only served to heighten his arousal. His hands roamed up and down Sunny's back, tracing the line of his spine before moving lower to cup his ass.

He pulled back slightly, breathing heavily as he gazed down at Sunny. "You are so beautiful," he murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair from the boy's face.

Kian's heart skipped a beat as he felt the boy's arms wrap around him, holding on tightly. It was everything he had ever wanted and more. He leaned down, pressing their lips together again, this time with more urgency. His hands roamed lower still, caressing Sunny's thighs before moving upwards to cup his hips, feeling the heat emanating from his body against his palms.

Sunny tasted so sweet and warm beneath his lips, driving him wild with desire.

Kian could feel himself growing harder by the second, aching to be inside Sunny. He broke their kiss, breathless, and gazed down into those beautiful eyes, the gold and purple swirling together like a living piece of art. "You're so responsive," he murmured, trailing his fingers along Sunny's jaw. "I need to feel you beneath me."

Kian froze, his heart skipping a beat at those words. He'd never expected to feel this way about anyone, least of all someone as young and innocent as Sunny. But there it was, plain as day... he did love the boy. His chest tightened painfully, making it hard for him to breathe as he stared down into those trusting eyes.

"I-I think I do too," he managed to choke out, his voice barely a whisper. "But we should go somewhere more private."

Kian took Sunny's hand and led him off the dais, ignoring the curious glances and whispers that followed them as they disappeared into one of the many side chambers. The door closed behind them with a heavy thud, cutting off all outside noise except for their ragged breathing.

"Sunny," he said, his voice hoarse with emotion as he cupped the boy's face in his hands. "You have no idea what you do to me."

"It means," he said slowly, his gaze trailing down to the boy's lips before meeting Sunny's eyes once more, "that I want you... so badly." There was a hunger in his voice that betrayed his usually stoic demeanor. He leaned forward, pressing their lips together again, this time with more urgency. His hands moved lower still, cupping Sunny's ass possessively as he ground his hips against the boy's.

"I need to feel you,"

Kian groaned, feeling his control slipping as he continued to grind against Sunny's hips. He knew they should take things slow, but the desire coursing through him was too strong to ignore. "I need you naked," he gasped out between kisses. With shaking hands, he reached for the laces of Sunny's tunic, desperate to feel his skin against his own once more.

Kian froze, confused by the abrupt interruption. His hands hovered in midair as he searched Sunny's face for an explanation. "Is something wrong?" he asked softly, his voice tinged with worry and desire. He wanted nothing more than to feel Sunny's skin against his again, but he would wait if that was what the boy needed.

The silence stretched on between them, heavy and pregnant with unspoken words and emotions. Kian held his breath, waiting for Sunny to respond.

Kian's brow furrowed in confusion, unable to understand why the thought of removing Sunny's shirt would cause him such distress. "Sunny," he began gently, reaching out a hand to cup his cheek, "you don't need to be afraid with me." His touch was gentle and reassuring, but there was an undercurrent of steel in his voice that demanded honesty.

"What is it you want me to know?" Kian asked, searching the boy's eyes for some sign of understanding or trust. "

"Oh." The single syllable was all that came out at first. It took him a moment to process the revelation, and when he did, his features hardened into something like stone. "They won't hurt you anymore," he promised fiercely, his voice cold and unyielding. "I will protect you from anyone who tries."

Kian reached up with one hand, cupping Sunny's cheek before sliding it down over the boy's shoulder and then lower still until he felt the hem of his shirt.