Chapter 2
Three Months Later
The woman’s blissful scream fills the room as I thrust my
cock inside of her hot, throbbing pussy. I have a nice view
of her back and ass, and I pull on her wild hair while
penetrating deep and hard. She moans my name,
whimpering and making incoherent sounds and Bleep yes—
I love it!
“Say my name!” I demand on a rasping breath and she
complies.
Fucking yes!
Releasing the servants’ hair, I slap her ass and grabbing
onto her hips I thrust deep into her wet cunt. Picking up the
pace, I glance down and admire the view of my hardness
gliding in and out of her heat. My balls slap against her sex
as I thrust inside her, feeling her pussy clenching trying to
push me out. The flush of her orgasm has the servant
screaming for the entire castle to hear and I’m reveling in
her juices.
I ride out her orgasm and it’s not long before my own
orgasm is on the pinnacle, and I don’t hold back.
***
Lying on my bedroom floor, the servant and I have our
limbs intertwined. We are both laying on our backs, too
lazy and tired, to get up and find our clothes. Too
exhausted to walk across my chambers and lay on the bed. The thought alone seems complicated and I don’t
want to partake in such an action.
A knock on the door has my lackadaisical thoughts stirring.
“Who is it?” I ask and without answering, I hear the door
open and the servant makes no effort to cover herself. She
has no need to hide because everyone within the castle
knows that I like to sleep with the servants.
Heavy footsteps walk toward our naked bodies and there
is only one man brave enough to enter my chambers
without permission.
Damon kicks my barefoot, “I need to talk to you.”
“Right now?” I ask mid-yawn and I don’t sit up with his
urgent tone. I’m staring at the ceiling.
I can hear the frustration on his tone, “Preferably.”
“Then talk,” I reply.
“Alone,” Damon snaps and I don’t have to look at my
friend, to know that he is glaring at the young woman. She
scurries from my side and I shift my gaze to catch a
glimpse of her bare ass. The servant slips on her
undergarment and leaves the room.
When the room door shuts behind her, I sit up. “What is so
important, that you could not have waited?”
Damon shifts his attention down to me and quickly diverts
his eyes. “I cannot have a conversation with you
unclothed.”
Perfect, now leave me alone. Should be my response
because whatever he’s going to tell me, I don’t care to hear. I want more wine and pussy.
“If I refuse will you leave?”
He shakes his head, brown eyes narrowing. “I cannot
leave. The situation needs your attention,”
What doesn’t need my attention?
Standing up naked, I murmur. “What is it?”
Damon keeps his eyes distracted, “Endymion you cannot
keep ignoring her.”
“Who?” I ask knowing exactly who Damon is talking about
but I had hoped I could put off Princess Arianna a while
longer.
Across the room, I see my himation. It’s a shawl that you
drape over your shoulder. Designs vary from different
colors, sizes, and textures. Walking across the room, I pick
it up and wrap it around my waist.
Damon accuses, “You know very well of who I’m speaking
about.”
“Unfortunately…” I sigh and passing Damon, I spot a bottle
of wine near the decorative columns. Those pillars lead out
to my private courtyard.
Picking up the bottle from off the ground, I extend out an
arm. “Want some?” I ask Damon and he drops his gaze
down to my face. He’s reluctant to see my naked lower half
and I don’t blame him.
“It’s safe,” I say.
Damon asks, “Is this all you want to do now?
“Living in intoxication and indulging in sex, yes.” I pull out
the cork and guzzle back the remaining alcohol.
“Endymion you cannot continue to ignore your
responsibilities,” Damon warns. Heeding his words, I finish
the remaining wine and I toss the bottle at my friend with a
grin. He catches it at the last moment and Damon frowns.
“You’re playing a dangerous game,”
Turning away from him, I look out on my private courtyard.
I lean against one of the many columns and cross my arms
over my chest. “I will make sure that I win.”
“This is not a game in which you can manipulate the
players. Arianna’s father allowed you to use their soldier’s,
with the agreement of an engagement. The princess has
been generous to give you more than enough time to deal
with your father’s death. She did not make a fuss when
you held a small coronation, but now…” From behind,
something nudges me on the shoulder. I shift my eyes to
see a letter and I take it from Damon.
The letter states that the princess should be reaching Elis
tomorrow. I breathe out a curse and I crumple the paper.
She is coming down so we can proceed with the pre￾wedding ceremony. I hadn’t sent for Arianna and nor do I
want this union.
The princess was making a bold move to travel here
without an invitation. But a move that must be admired
nonetheless. This shows that my bride to be isn’t a
pushover, but still an unwanted presence.
The arrangement that our father’s agreed upon happened
three years ago. It was during the warfare when my father
decided to remove me from battle. I was taken to Arianna’s kingdom and he did not tell me what he was planning until
everything was set in stone. If I had known, I wouldn’t have
agreed and my father knew that, which is why he didn’t tell
me until it was too late. A few days later, I was able to
return to the battlefield and we won the war within two
years.
I had the confidence that my men and I could have
defeated our enemies, without help. My father worried and
doubted the size of our army. In the end, he doubted me.
Clenching the crumpled letter in my fists, I turn back
around to face Damon. “I suppose we should have the
servants make this castle look presentable then?”
Damon asks, “That’s all you are going to say?”
I shrug my shoulders, “What more would you like me to
say?”
He narrows his eyes, studying me. “You want me to
believe that you are now okay with this marriage?”
“I am not okay with the union, but my father wanted it and
my people deserve a queen. They deserve an heir. Elis
needs confirmation that we will continue to be a great
nation.”
My friend continues to watch me. “What changed your
mind?”
“You ask me the question as if I ever had the option to
change my mind. I was only avoiding the inevitable,”
“The inevitable comes with perks, “I can get sex from any other servant,” I tell him knowing
that those are not the perks he is speaking of.
Damon shakes his head, “No other kingdom will dare strike
against you. Not with Arianna’s father having your back,”
With a scoff, I step back inside and begin looking for my
chiton, feeling embittered.
This whole situation annoys me because my father kept
his sickness from me. I hadn’t known he was ill until it was
too late and by that time he had already set his plans in
motion. He knew he was sick and wanted to make sure
that myself and Elis were secure. I’m upset but I don’t want
to be because that was who my father was. He took care
of everyone he cared about, whether it was with your
consent or without.
Spotting my chiton on the ground, I untie the himation and
slip on the garment. Before Damon has a chance to speak,
I thank him for delivering the letter and dismiss him. He
leaves without question but I know this conversation is far
from over.
I summon one of my servants and demand that he brings
me wine. Sauntering back into my courtyard, I stand in the
middle of the private space. I gaze up into the night sky,
filled with stars and a radiant full moon. Taking a deep
breath, I know what I must do for my kingdom. My father
always did what was best for everyone, and I must do the
same. I always knew what to do as a General, but as a
king, I don’t have a clue. I know my reign has just began
but I feel like this is not where I belong.
Nevertheless, I will rule to the best of my abilities because
it’s my rightful place. My father fought to make Elis powerful. I will not allow my kingdom to slip through my
fingers but I cannot help feeling like there’s more to my life.
“King Endymion,” the male servant says from behind me
and I swivel on my heel. He goes to pour the wine into a
glass and I tell him I want the entire bottle. Obeying my
request, he hands me the bottle and I dismiss him.
Looking into the sky, I bring the bottle to my lips and
swallow back the wine.

War Of Hearts
Selene: The Moon Goddess
Shelique Lize

Chapter 1
Endymion
It’s a bittersweet return home. I hear them chanting my
name— over and over. It echoes in the distant as my horse
rides further and further into the kingdom of Elis. Beside
me rides Damon, my friend. The only man I would trust
with my life.
From the corner of my eye, I see that Damon looks on me
with a bereaved expression but he doesn’t say a thing. He
worries about me and he has all the right.
I knew one day that I would wear my father’s crown, but I
hadn’t thought the day would be today. I thought I had
more time. I thought my father, the king of Elis would have
more time but I was mistaken. It wasn’t until I reached my
kingdom, that the reality of the situation became a heavy
burden. Doubts like never before came crashing down in
the thousands.
The people of Elis cheer on myself and men because they
are happy that we won another fight. That is what I do— I
conquer. I love being a general and fighting wars. I was a
prince and I earned the respect of my men. From the
moment I could hold a sword, I knew my calling. I wanted
to fight and my father accepted that. My skills had not gone
unnoticed and as time passed I felt more of a warrior than
a prince of Elis.
Taking a deep breath, I ignore the uneasiness and keep
my head forward. Upfront the guards manage to clear a
path for myself and soldiers. Whether I want the crown or
not, my people need me and I can’t let them down. I was not the only one who lost someone. My entire kingdom has
suffered a loss of a great king and I need to show Elis
strength. They need to understand that despite this, we will
rise and become even greater.
I hear when Damon calls my name and stopping I climb off
the horse. He says to me, “Endymion, allow me to speak to
the people. You have enough to worry about,”
Heeding his words, I know that he means well but I still
shake my head. “Why should this time be any different?” I
ask while passing Damon and stepping up the stone stairs.
Since I’ve been general, for every triumphant win I have
been the one who speaks to the people of Elis.
Standing on the podium, my presence commands their
attention. All their curious gazes are on me, wanting to
hear the truth straight from my mouth. Elis would have
heard from word of mouth weeks ago that we won, but that
wasn’t the truth they wanted to confirm. That truth was
evident as my men return home exhausted and worn, and
despite their strife of over five years of war, they are
smiling and embracing loved ones. The evident truth is
also within the carriages of riches that we have taken from
our enemies. No, my people do not want the easy truth.
Elis heard rumors about their king and that is the hard truth
they seek. The truth is simple, four words that clutches my
tongue.
Dead.
On a deep inhale, I do not waste another moment to
confirm the rumors. “Our King is dead!” I yell for the busy crowd to hear and
everyone quiets. When I have their undivided attention, I
continue on with my speech.