The Prince, the Other Prince & the Pea, Part 2
Part 1
The Prince, the Other Prince & the Pea, Part 2
While Jensen was allowing himself to become distracted by sartorial matters, his mother was troubled by an entirely different concern.
"If that shaggy-haired, musclebound, bog-dwelling second son of a third-rate king thinks he can take from me not only my son, but my throne, he has another think coming."
"Your Majesty, I'm sure matters aren't quite as dire as all that."
The queen rounded on the wizard, her cheeks dark with pique. "My son has given his heart and potentially our kingdom to a barbarian, Wizard. Explain to me what part of that isn't 'dire'."
The wizard smiled. "The barbarian part."
"Are you out of your mind?" the queen said. "That's the worst of it."
"You're overwrought, my queen, and not thinking rationally," the wizard said, taking her hand, his voice calm and low. "What have you asked of the princesses who have come, seeking the prince's affections?'
"That they be true princesses, of course, and worthy of my son," the queen said.
"And how have you evaluated them?" the wizard asked.
The queen shrugged. "Their appearance, their pedigree, their manners…"
"Your test," the wizard reminded her with the faintest of smiles.
Saying nothing for a moment, the queen arched her brow. "The test has been very useful, that's true. But this Jared person has been acquainted with Sir Thomas and his men for days. They would have had plenty of time to prepare him. He no doubt has a better chance of passing scrutiny than any of the maidens before him."
"Then don't question him as you have the princesses," the wizard said. "Test him in some other way."
"What other way?" the queen asked, intrigued.
The wizard thought about it before he spoke. "You fear he is too coarse for your dear son, too ‘barbaric’. So perhaps the quality that must be tested is his…sensitivity."
The queen smiled. "And however would we test such a thing?"
"Hmm," the wizard murmured as he began to pace. "Let me think, let me think, let me think..." The queen waited with fragile patience. Suddenly the wizard whirled around to face her, his eyes bright with excitement. "I have it! Saying nothing to Prince Jared, we will place a single pea under twenty mattresses. If he is able to sleep under such circumstances, he is clearly not sensitive enough for Prince Jensen."
"Oh, I like it!" the queen cried, clapping her hands with delight. "And do you know what I like even more?"
"What?" the wizard asked.
"The thought that rich food, wine and dancing will no doubt make it ever so much easier for the vast swamp prince to fall asleep."
The wizard frowned. "Prince Jensen had said he'd planned a feast, Your Majesty. I recall nothing about music or dancing."
"Leave that to me," the queen said. "Jensen said he wanted to celebrate. I, as his mother, am duty-bound to see that he does."
*
Jensen sat beside his parents at the royal table and surveyed the castle’s Great Hall. Overhead, the room’s enormous chandeliers blazed with light. Below them, colorful tapestries hung from the walls, the floor and windows gleamed, and a troupe of the kingdom’s finest musicians tuned their instruments on the room’s small stage. Other tables, similar to Jensen’s, lined the perimeter of the chamber, all packed with revelers preparing to enjoy Cook’s excellent repast.
Jensen had to hand it to her. It may have cost him three shiny gold coins, but the woman had worked a miracle, pulling together something wonderful in virtually no time at all. The dishes she'd prepared were so lavish and so many, he wouldn’t have been surprised to see a table or two bowed in the middle, bending beneath their great weight.
Everything was ready. All they were waiting on was their guest of honor.
“His Royal Highness, Prince Jared the Tall of the Vast Northern Marsh.” The voice of young Colin, the page, sounded high and clear above the crowd.
The hall's massive double doors swung open, and Jensen saw Jared framed in the chamber’s entrance, resplendent in a doublet of wine red, black breeches and matching boots. Jensen stood to greet him, even though he had no idea what to say.
It seemed Jared had the same effect on Jensen fully clothed as he did when he was without his shirt.
Jared didn’t stand on ceremony. Smiling when their eyes met, he hurried across the floor to fall into another of his typically exuberant bows. “Your Royal Highnesses, thank you so much for receiving me into your home and for inviting me to the evening’s festivities. You do me great honor.”
“Arise, young prince and be seated,” the queen said with an equanimity that surprised Jensen. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
His grin turning sunnier still, Jared came to stand opposite Jensen, only the table separating them. “I wonder if that seat is taken,” he said to Jensen, indicating the chair next to him.
“Actually…I’ve been saving it for you,” Jensen admitted, feeling his cheeks turn warm.
“I was hoping that might be the case,” Jared said with a wink, and circled around to sit at Jensen’s left.
Moving out like an army swarming the ramparts, the servers began circulating amongst the tables, pouring chilled mead and ale, and the royal cellars’ finest wine.
“This is all very grand,” Jared said, leaning in close, his eyes shining in the candlelight. “We entertain at home, of course. But never on such a scale. I'll confess, I find it a bit daunting. ”
“Why would you be put off by a simple meal?” Jensen said, taken aback by his admission. “You don't strike me as shy."
“I'm not," Jared said, staying near. God, Jensen thought, he even smelled good. "Not usually. But this, tonight, is special. Perhaps it's you who are to blame."
Jensen frowned. "Me? In what way have I offended?"
"You give no offense, dear prince," Jared rushed to assure him, his hand closing warm and heavy on Jensen's wrist. "It's really more a question of my offending you."
"Impossible," Jensen said without even thinking.
"Really?" Jared asked as if wary of Jensen's response. "My father's holdings are small and insignificant next to those belonging to your family. I know I have neither your polish nor your wealth. Do you promise that when I act without thinking or say the wrong thing you'll forgive me?"
"I swear it," Jensen said with all the sincerity he could muster. "I told you, I told everyone-I like you."
Jared's smile blossomed once more, dimples and all. "And I you. Very much."
They both smiled at each other for a moment or two, the rest of the room and its occupants forgotten.
Until a platter overflowing with a succulent carved meat was set down between them.
"A roast!" Jared all but crowed. "A beautiful, juicy, perfectly cooked roast. Oh, look at it! How did you know such food was my favorite?"
"I didn't," Jensen confessed as the servers did their work. "But I'm glad it pleases you."
"For the opportunity to sit next to you this evening, I would have happily chewed on old saddle leather," Jared said as helpings of potatoes and bread and greens joined the roast on his plate. "Though honesty compels me to admit, this looks far more delicious."
"I’m glad to hear it," Jensen said, thinking of his three gold coins and how he’d never made a better purchase. “Now let’s do Cook’s efforts proud and eat before the food gets cold.
It didn't surprise Jensen to learn Jared ate with the same gusto he did everything else, but it was entertaining to watch. The visiting prince chewed quickly and happily, making many sounds of pleasure and asking for several refills of his plate. Between bites, he talked and urged Jensen to do likewise.
“Whenever people visit the marshes for the first time, all they see are the challenges of living in such a place and none of its beauty. They don’t take time to notice how much a dragonfly’s wings look like tiny cathedral windows or wake early enough to watch the sun rise over the reeds, turning the whole world golden.”
“I’ve never seen those things either.”
“I’d show you. If you’d let me, I’d show you the world.”
As they shared histories, Jensen learned Jared had an older brother who would one day rule their family's realm and a sister too young to compete for Jensen's hand.
"Though she did what she could to convince my parents otherwise, I assure you," Jared said, his lips shiny with honeyed mead.
Jensen had found himself watching Jared's lips frequently as they spoke. His mouth was mobile and expressive, and though Jensen couldn't entirely explain how or why the notion had popped into his head, he also couldn't help but wonder at the texture of Jared's lips and how they might taste.
“What did your parents think about you visiting our kingdom?” Jensen asked as the meal was coming to a close. “They must miss you when you’re gone.”
Jared nodded. “Yes, of course. And I miss them. But they knew the trip was important and gave me their blessing.”
“Because you wanted to look after our knights,” Jensen said, setting his napkin aside.
“Because I wanted to meet you,” Jared said with a soft smile.
“You wanted to meet me?” Jensen said, frowning.
“Yes,” Jared assured him. “Jensen, think about it. If I’d been truly worried about the safety of your men, wouldn’t I have asked my father to send a contingent of our own to accompany them, rather than play escort alone?"
Jensen did his best guppy imitation for a moment before he was actually able to speak. “But why would you…that is…what did you think…?
“I thought that maybe-just maybe-if Fate were smiling on me…you might be willing to do likewise,” Jared said.
“You made the journey for me?” Jensen said, just wanting to be absolutely sure.
“Yes. I did it for you,” Jared said, taking his napkin from around his neck and balling it up between his fists. “After hearing Tom talk about you, I knew I needed to see for myself if all he’d said about his prince was true.”
“And is it?” Jensen asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.
Jared tossed the napkin onto his plate and took hold of Jensen’s hand. “If anything, he sold your virtues short.”
“I’ll have to speak with him about that,” Jensen said, fighting the urge to smile.
“Please don’t,” Jared said, apparently feeling no such compunction. His dimples were out in full force. “If word ever got out about how truly wonderful you are, I’d have to fight off rivals from dawn 'til dusk.”
Jensen bowed his head and blushed.
“And I can think of so many nicer ways to spend our time.” Jared squeezed his hand. Jensen met his eyes. They were warm and kind and true.
How had this happened? How had he suddenly become so lucky?
Jensen decided it was best not to question such blessings, and squeezed back.
“Lords and ladies of the court,” the minstrel announced, coming to the center of the floor. “It is the hope of our good king and queen that you’ve enjoyed this evening’s meal. Now, as a special treat, let us prolong that enjoyment with music and dancing.”
On his cue, the court musicians began to play, lute and dulcimer, flute and vielle, the drum marking a steady beat beneath it all.
“Dancing!” Jared said, turning to Jensen with excitement sparkling in his gaze. “What a wonderful surprise. I love to dance.”
“We are pleased to hear it,” the queen said, leaning past Jensen to catch Jared’s eye. “Perhaps you’ll do us the favor of leading the first carol.”
“It would be my pleasure,” Jared said with a grin. “Come, my prince.” He tugged on Jensen's hand. “Let’s show your court how it’s done.”
Jensen allowed Jared to pull him from his seat, even though he normally danced only under duress. He hated being the center of attention, and there was no better way to assure everyone’s eyes would be on him than to be on the dance floor.
But with Jared as his partner, Jensen found he didn’t care. How could he when every time their eyes met, Jensen felt a little shiver of awareness trickle through him to distract him from his fears? Jensen couldn’t worry about the line of his leg or which step came next, not when every time Jared's hand clasped his or their shoulders glanced, that simple touch eclipsed all else.
The music was fine and the wine they drank between songs was heady and refreshing. Both went a long way towards eliminating the last of Jensen’s inhibitions. For the first time in a long time-maybe ever-he forgot about what others might think and began to truly have fun. Together, Jared and he danced and drank and flirted and laughed until the crowd thinned to only a few scattered couples, and the musicians were putting away their instruments for the evening.
“Now what?” Jared asked, holding Jensen’s hands, his hair riotous after their exertions, his smile as affectionate as his touch.
“Are you tired?” Jensen asked.
Jared shook his head. “Not at all.”
“What do you want to do?” Jensen asked, eager to please him.
Jared hesitated then said, “I want to see your room.”
“My room?” Jensen asked, surprised.
“Your bed,” Jared said, his voice taking a low, intimate turn.
“You said you weren’t tired,” Jensen said, confused.
Cocking his head to the side, Jared studied him for a moment. “You really are that innocent, aren’t you?” he said, his smile wider than before.
All at once, Jensen realized what Jared had been suggesting. Not for the first time, he cursed his lack of sophistication. “I’m sorry. You must think me a child.”
Jared shook his head. “I think you’re adorable,” he said, leaning down to murmur the rest of his words in Jensen’s ear. “It makes me want to corrupt you. Just a little bit.”
Jensen tried to speak, but all that came out was a rather undignified squeak.
“But for me to do that properly, we’ll need privacy,” Jared continued, his breath warming Jensen’s ear. “So to that end…”
“Let me show you my room,” Jensen mumbled out at last. Jared chuckled and followed after Jensen as they headed for the exit.
“Jensen, dear,” the queen said, before they could reach the doorway. “Are you turning in for the night?”
Jensen looked back. His father must have retired for the evening. His mother sat with only her wizard for company. Though her voice was cordial, there was little warmth in her eyes. “Actually…I thought I’d show Jared the royal chambers.”
His mother frowned. But all she said was, “Well, now-isn’t that cozy? All right then. Have fun, you two. Just make sure you give Prince Jared time to prepare.”
Jensen instantly went on guard. “Time to prepare for what?”
“His test,” the queen replied as though the answer were obvious.
“What test?” Jared asked, looking at Jensen.
“The royalty test, of course,” the wizard said, coming to his feet. “Such an examination has been given to all who seek the prince's hand."
“Ah, yes,” Jared said, taking a step forward. “I believe Sir Thomas mentioned such a test.”
“I’m sure he did, no doubt in great detail,” the queen said. "Which is why we’ll need to do something special for you.”
“Something special?” Jensen echoed in concern.
“It would only be fair,” the queen replied with a shrug.
“Very well,” Jared said with enviable calm. “And when will I be given this test?”
“Sooner rather than later, I should think,” the queen said. “So I advise you use the remaining hours wisely. You wouldn’t want to fail.”
“No, I wouldn’t,” Jared said, his sober tone at odds with his wine-flushed face.
“Come on, Jared,” Jensen said, wishing he could somehow recapture the giddy fun they’d shared only moments before. “Let’s go.”
Jared followed after him docilely enough. But the moment they were free of the Great Hall and alone in the shadowy corridor, Jared pulled Jensen into an alcove and pressed him back against a wall, his hand cradling Jensen’s head to protect it from the stone.
“Jared,” Jensen said, not upset by the manhandling, just unsure of its cause. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Jared murmured, his eyes roaming Jensen’s face. “Nothing. It’s just…I can’t wait, Jensen. I can’t. Not after being reminded you might not always be mine.”
Saying nothing more, Jared bent his head and kissed Jensen, lips parted and soft, his other hand coming up to frame Jensen’s face, his fingers warm against Jensen’s cheek.
With a gasp, Jensen grabbed hold of Jared’s arms and kissed him back. He had no idea what he was doing, no experience or tutelage. Yet Jared seemed to appreciate his efforts. He pressed and dragged his mouth over Jensen’s again and again, moaning softly with what Jensen thought might be desire. Jensen was glad to hear the sounds, so very, very glad. He would never have believed he could be the source of such pleasure. He only wanted to give Jared more.
“Sweet prince,” Jared whispered as he pulled away from Jensen’s mouth to sprinkle the gentle kisses on Jensen’s cheeks, his temple, in the hollow just in front of his ear. “Jensen. You don’t know…you have no idea how much I desire you.”
Jensen closed his eyes and, tilted back his head, baring his neck. “I’m yours. You must know that.”
“For now,” Jared said, his desperate kisses continuing, leaving Jensen light-headed. “What will I do, how will I survive if this is the only night we have?”
“You mustn’t think that way,” Jensen said, reaching up to smooth his hand over Jared's rumpled hair. “You’re as royal as any of us, and that’s what matters to my mother. You’ll pass her test, you'll see.”
With one final press of his lips to Jensen’s forehead, Jared pulled away. “Part of me wants to spend from now ‘til dawn preparing somehow, studying, as I used to do in school. The rest of me wants to say ‘to hell with it all' and instead make love to you, slowly and tenderly, now, while I have the chance.”
Jensen swallowed hard, the very thought of being intimate with Jared in that way setting him to tremble. "Whatever you want, Jared. Whatever you need, simply name it, and it's yours. I give it freely."
Smiling small and soft, Jared looked at him for a moment, then shook his head. "Would you find it strange if I were to tell you I love you?"
"No," Jensen said quietly, his smile similarly gentle. "Not strange at all."
"Even though we've only known each other for a matter of hours?"
"Not even then."
Jared rubbed the back of his fingers along the curve of Jensen's cheek. "I love you. I love you so much." Before Jensen could respond, Jared was kissing him again, his mouth open and hungry, his tongue slipping forth to lick over and between Jensen's lips.
Jensen whimpered in reaction to this new kind of kiss and wound his arms around Jared's neck, holding him close with all his strength. He wasn't letting go of this, not ever, no matter what his mother might say or do.
"Come," he said, when Jared pulled away just far enough to breathe. "Anyone might find us here. My room isn't far." Taking hold of Jared's hand, he led him down the corridor.
When they entered Jensen's chamber, they found it candlelit and ready, no doubt prepared by Aubrey for his master's comfort. The door had only just latched behind them when Jared tumbled Jensen onto the wide four poster bed. He landed on his back and Jared followed him down, his weight braced on his arms rather than on Jensen.
"So I take it studying is out?" Jensen asked, smiling up at his prince and pushing his fingers through Jared's hair to hold it back from his face.
Jared returned his smile. "I think I'd like to do this first."
"I see," Jensen said, chuckling. "I'll wager you were one of those children who always wanted to eat dessert first at mealtimes."
"I love dessert," Jared told him solemnly.
Feeling an unaccustomed courage surge through his veins, Jensen ran his fingers lightly over Jared's face, tracing the bone beneath his cheek, his brow, the tender curve of his lower lip. Jared closed his eyes and let him. "I believe I'm developing quite a sweet tooth myself," Jensen said softly.
Opening his eyes once more, Jared whispered Jensen's name and kissed him.
Lying cushioned and secure upon his bed, the man he loved poised above him, all it took was the press and glide of Jared's lips and tongue to sweep Jensen away. Eyes closed, hands touching every bit of Jared he could reach, he floated on sensation, returning Jared's kisses and caresses with all the fervor in his soul. He didn't see how he could be expected to think when he was feeling so much, so he didn't try, content instead to allow Jared to take the lead.
That decision took matters in a previously uncharted direction. Without quite knowing how it happened, Jensen slowly became aware his doublet had disappeared and the lacings on his breeches were open, revealing his sex. When the realization gained shape and meaning, Jensen opened his eyes and saw Jared leaning over him on the bed, still fully clothed, a look of wonder in his eyes.
"Oh, God. Look at you," he murmured, his gaze rapt as he swept his hand over and around Jensen's exposed skin, as if his fingers were a brush and he was giving form to Jensen from a palette of oils. "You are so…amazing. I don't understand how no one claimed you for their own before me. Is the rest of the world blind?
"I'm not so special," Jensen mumbled, embarrassed, yet so pleased, and terribly aroused.
"Are you blind too?" Jared asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.
Jensen frowned. "I see myself every day in the glass. I know I have two eyes, one nose and a mouth. The same as most." He shrugged. "I'm happy you find me attractive. But there any many besides me who could be called so."
Shaking his head, Jared sat up. "This can't be allowed to continue."
Alarmed, Jensen did the same. "What can't?" He grabbed onto Jared's arm. "Don't go."
Jared took his hand and kissed the back of it. "As if I could." Pushing to his feet, he kept hold of Jensen and drew him from the bed. "Come with me."
Jensen followed, hitching up his breeches. "If we're going somewhere with people, I should probably get dressed."
"That's a very bad idea," Jared chided playfully as he led Jensen around to the foot of the bed. "In fact, if I had my way, you'd never be clothed at all."
"Jared..."
"Don't worry. We're not going far."
They ended up standing in front of Jensen's full-length mirror, the one he'd agonized in front of before the evening had begun. Jared positioned them so Jensen's naked back pressed against his own warm, doublet-clad chest.
"What are we doing here?" Jensen asked, his voice coming out more frayed than he'd intended. There was something…thrilling about being bare like this when Jared was still fully clothed.
"Shh," Jared said, wrapping one arm around Jensen's waist and the other across his shoulders, holding him in place. "Trust me, please," he whispered before pressing a string of kisses to the side of Jensen's neck. "I'd never hurt you."
"I know that," Jensen murmured, leaning back so that Jared took some of his weight. Jared smiled, and captured Jensen's ear between his teeth, worrying the tender lobe. "I just don't understand what you…oh…hope to show me. I've already told you-I-I look in this glass every day."
"You glance for a moment or two perhaps, to check your appearance," Jared said, beginning to move the hand at Jensen's waist gently across his belly. "But you haven't really looked. I know you haven't. Let me show you."
Jensen watched Jared's hand, big and tanned, as it skimmed across his body, trailing fire in its wake, heating his blood from the inside out. He loved Jared's hands and the pleasure they brought. Jensen didn't see how he could ever tire of such a touch.
"Don't look at me," Jared scolded softly. "Look at you. Look at the flush in your cheeks; look at your eyes, so dark and wide. See the arch of your throat and the way you breathe, quick and light, as your nipples harden and peak. Look at how beautiful you are like this. Do you see it? Do you see yourself the way I do?"
Who would have believed it? Jensen thought he just might, only… "This is wicked. It must be," he said, his voice sounding scratchy and worn, his hips rolling restlessly, his self-control not nearly powerful enough to hold them still. "You make me feel…ah…I-I don't have words to express how I feel."
"Then say nothing. I told you if we were alone, words wouldn't matter," Jared said, sliding his hand now down the front of Jensen's body to take hold of his cock. Jensen moaned and grabbed on to Jared where he could, one hand landing on Jared's hips, the other clutching his arm. "Easy. Rest easy now. Just relax and give yourself to me, Jensen. Please. I promise to take care."
Jensen tipped back his head so that it lay against Jared's shoulder. Shuddering, he watched as Jared's hand began to move on him, up and down, his grip gentle, his motion easy. "I know you will," Jensen said, his cheek pressed in the space just between Jared's shoulder and neck. "I'm not afraid, not of you."
"Jensen," Jared said as if his name were a prayer. "Thank you, my love. You won't be sorry."
Jensen knew without question Jared spoke the truth. How could he regret such attention? With every stroke of Jared's hand, every touch of his lips, Jensen could feel Jared unraveling him, like a weaver striving to perfect their cloth, remaking him into someone completely different. This new man knew nothing of fear and restraint. He writhed and gasped in his lover's embrace, his knees nearly buckling with the force of his desire, his hips pumping to and fro as if demanding his release.
And while Jensen bucked and rocked and whined, Jared was with him, holding him steady and whispering words of filthy praise. Jensen knew Jared was not unaffected. He could feel Jared's need pressing against the center of his ass, hard and hot, even through their clothing. But at no time did Jared ever attempt to find his own release. All that he did was for Jensen's benefit. It was a gift Jensen feared he could never fully repay.
"Does this feel good?" Jared asked when Jensen's breath started sounding like sobs. "Do you like my touch, dear prince, the way I make you feel?"
"Yes, yes," Jensen assured him, lightning racing through his body, crackling with energy and charging his skin. "Oh God…yes."
"Then let me see you finish, love," Jared said, his fist moving fast and tight, twisting over the head of Jensen's cock now with every pass. "You're so beautiful like this. I want you to keep your eyes open and watch your pleasure with me."
Jensen did as he was told, all the way until that final plunge of Jared's hand, when all the tension that had been building steadily inside him drew his body almost painfully taut...
…then released.
Eyes squeezed shut, Jensen growled and groaned and gasped, shaking as his pleasure overflowed.
"You're so…," he heard Jared whisper with what sounded like awe. "God, Jensen. I look at you and all at once my words are stolen from me too."
Utterly replete, Jensen could only smile.
It took time for Jensen to recover, and Jared gave it to him, holding him close and stroking over his sweat damp skin with the gentlest of hands.
"Are you all right?" Jared asked after a while, his voice husky and low.
Nodding, Jensen turned in his embrace. "Very much so," he assured him, before stretching up to give Jared a soft, lingering kiss.
"I'm glad," Jared murmured when the kiss was done, his arms circling Jensen's waist.
"What about you?" Jensen asked, reaching down and cupping his hand around the bulge in Jared's pants.
Jared gasped. "I'm good."
"Yes, you are," Jensen said. "Very good indeed. So good in fact, it seems to me you deserve a prize."
"A prize?" Jared echoed with an arch of his brow.
"A favor," Jensen said, a smile pulling on the corner of his mouth. "Of your choosing."
Color blooming in his cheeks, Jared gave Jensen a slow answering smile. "To be honest…it really wouldn't take much."
"Just tell me," Jensen urged, winding his arms around Jared's neck. "Tell me what you want."
"For now," Jared said, running his fingertips gently the length of Jensen's bare back, "your touch. Only that. I want to feel your hands on me when I spend."
Jensen pressed a soft kiss to Jared's lips, then bent his head as he worked open the fastenings on Jared's breeches. Jared didn't try to help him. He stood very still and watched, much as he'd watched Jensen in the mirror before.
Once the fly was open, Jensen reached in and freed Jared's shaft from the garment. It was flushed hard and heavy with blood, its skin a silky sheath for the power contained within.
"Impressive," Jensen murmured, as he gave the length a slow, careful pump.
"God, Jensen," Jared moaned, grabbing hold of Jensen's arms. "You'll be the death of me."
"I could no more hurt you than you could me," Jensen assured him. Gaining confidence from Jared's reaction, he repeated the caress.
"I wouldn't be so sure," Jared said, breath feathering his words. "I swear…your touch is a pleasure so sharp, it borders on pain."
"Well then, my brave, suffering prince," Jensen said, tightening his grip and picking up speed. "Let us put you out of your misery."
And he did, continuing his ministrations until Jared shuddered to climax in his arms.
As Jensen held Jared fast and soothed him afterward, he almost wondered if this truly was a dream after all. He would never have believed someone like him could bring someone as strong as Jared to his knees. It made him feel powerful. It made him feel like he could take on the world. In that instant, he believed himself capable of anything.
As long as he had Jared at his side.
"Thank you," Jared murmured after a while, cradling Jensen close and pressing a kiss to his hair.
"I love you," Jensen said, realizing suddenly he hadn't actually said the words before. "I wanted to touch you that way. I want to do so much more."
"No more tonight, my love," Jared said, easing free from Jensen's embrace. "It's been a very long day, and I have a test tomorrow."
At Jared's mention of the test, Jensen's mood took a turn for the worse. Tucking himself back inside his breeches while Jared did likewise, he said, "Dear Lord! The test. Do you want me to help you study?"
"Study what?" Jared asked with a wry smile. "Your mother said she's not going to give the same kind of test as before. How can I prepare when I don't know what to expect?"
"She'll test you to prove you're truly royal. We know that much at least," Jensen said, convinced they were making a mistake by leaving it all to chance. "Perhaps she'll ask you to make a speech or demonstrate your skill with a broadsword."
"I can do both," Jared said. "Though she could also ask something entirely different, something random that would never occur to either of us. There's no way of knowing for certain; so it seems to me a good night's sleep is the best preparation I can have."
Reluctantly, Jensen nodded. "You're probably right." Reaching out, he took Jared's hand. "I wish you could sleep here tonight."
"I wish that too," Jared said with a fond smile. "You, however, are far too tempting. I'd never get any rest at all, lying beside you, not even if I counted sheep. And besides, if your mother were to learn of such arrangements, she would no doubt forget all about the test and throw me in the palace dungeon instead. She seems rather protective of her only son."
"She is that," Jensen said with a sigh. "Very well. Let me get a shirt on and I'll walk you to your room."
It took them a few moments to put their appearances to rights. Even though it was late and they didn't expect to meet many people in the castle corridors, they wanted to take care. Neither man relished their relationship becoming gossip fodder.
Walking side by side, they strolled quietly through the halls from Jensen's chamber to Jared's, few words spoken. Each man was lost in his own thoughts. It wasn't long before they reached Jared's room.
"Here is where I leave you," Jared said, turning and taking Jensen's hands.
"I don't want you to leave me at all," Jensen said. "Not ever."
"Then I better pass that test," Jared said with a small smile. "Sweet dreams, Prince Jensen the Modest."
"Sweet dreams, my very tall prince of the very large marsh," Jensen replied. "I'll see you in the morning."
And with that, they kissed good night, a soft, gentle peck, and parted. But not before they shared one last fond look.
Left alone in the corridor, Jensen found himself at sixes and sevens. While Jared was right and it was rather late, too much had happened far too recently for Jensen to sleep.
Maybe a walk would clear my mind, he thought, and struck off down the corridor, no particular destination in mind.
He'd traveled past Jared's room and had thought to take the far hallway running perpendicular when, as Jensen came around the corner, he practically ran into his father, King Sextimus and the court minstrel. Beyond them, at the far end of the hall, Tom and Lady Allison were walking away, arm in arm, their heads bent close in quiet conversation.
"Father!" Jensen said, hands on the older man's arms to steady him. "My apologies. I didn't see you. I'd thought you'd gone to bed hours ago."
"Actually, no," the minstrel said, answering for his king. The minstrel was not only a talented poet and balladeer; he was also Sextimus' favorite. Theirs was a close relationship where the boundaries of friend and follower blurred. "Your father had business to attend to during the festivities and I accompanied him. I am only just now escorting him to his chambers."
"I can do that if you like," Jensen said, eager for a little time with his father. "We haven't had the opportunity to see each other much this evening."
"As you wish, Your Highness," the minstrel said with a bow many a courtier would have envied. "I bid you both adieu and wish you a pleasant rest." Doffing his cap, he turned and followed the same path as Tom and Allison.
The king waved goodbye before falling into step alongside his son.
"Are you tired, Father?" Jensen queried as they walked.
Sextimus shook his head and pointed at Jensen.
"No," Jensen said, shaking his head now too. "I'm not tired either. So much has happened tonight. I have a great deal to ponder."
His expression knowing, Sextimus smiled in an exaggerated fashion, lifting his hands to press his index fingers on either side of his mouth.
Jensen knew what he was asking. "Prince Jared?" he queried, just to be sure. "Yes, he is very much on my mind."
Brow wrinkled, Sextimus cocked his head. He pointed to Jensen, pressed his fist to his own chest then pointed back in the direction of the guest quarters.
Do you love him?
Jensen smiled. "Yes, Father. I love him very much."
Sextimus nodded, his eyes warm.
"Do you like him?" Jensen asked, wanting the approval of at least one of his parents.
Sextimus nodded a second time, perhaps with even more vigor than before.
Jensen's heart soared. "He's a good man, isn't he?" Jensen asked, so pleased his father recognized Jared's worth, even if his mother didn't. "Smart and kind and brave. He makes me so happy, and I think I do the same for him."
Smiling now too, Sextimus slung his arm around Jensen's shoulder and, holding him close, pressed a kiss to Jensen's cheek. He didn't need to say anything for Jensen to hear what he was trying to convey.
That's all that matters, my boy. As long as you make each other happy, the rest can be worked out.
Jensen knew his father to be a wise king. In this matter, he hoped more than anything his father was right.
*
When dawn came, Jensen bathed and shaved, and took an extra long time with his hair. Satisfied at last with what he saw in the mirror-even if the simple act of looking in the glass added color to his cheeks-he dressed in his finest tunic and breeches, splashed on a bit of cologne, and hurried to the throne room. He didn’t know what his mother had in mind for Jared’s test, but he wanted to be there to cheer him on. Everyone was just beginning to filter inside. The queen was in her place, the king beside her. The wizard stood opposite, looking confident and smug.
“My sweet boy,” his mother said, lounging against the arm of her throne. “You’re up early.”
Jensen took a deep breath, pushed out his chest and raised his chin. “Jared’s test is today. I’m here to support him.”
The queen’s eyes narrowed for just a second before her mouth stretched wide with a satisfied smile. “But snookums-the test is over.”
Gasps could be heard from those assembled.
"Over?" Jensen echoed in shock as he crossed to stand before his parents. "That can't be! When was it? What was it?"
"It was last night," The queen said. "He slept through it."
It felt to Jensen as if his every chance at happiness was fading away before his eyes. "I don't understand."
"It was such a simple thing, really," the queen said, shaking her head, her tone sympathetic and sad. "We put him on a stack of twenty mattresses with a single pea at the bottom. To test his sensitivity. And of course, such a pea would have kept a genuine prince awake."
"He slept?" Jensen murmured, his voice breaking just like his heart. He thought of how late they'd stayed up, and of the distance Jared had traveled the previous day. He remembered the dancing they had done, and all the food and wine. Of course poor Jared had slept. How could he have done otherwise?
"Well, darling, I'm sure I don't know," the queen said. "But did you see him last night at the feast? I realize the men had traveled long and hard yesterday, but he was leaning on his elbows atop the royal table and yawning so widely I almost thought he wanted someone to count his teeth. I should have realized then just how vulgar he truly was. Not royal. Not at all. You're well rid of him is what I say."
"Oh, Jared," Jensen whispered as he folded to sit on the dais at his mother's feet, his head in his hands.
"Don't you worry," he heard his mother say above him. "One day we'll find you a princess. Or maybe even a prince. One day. But not today."
Not today. Not for a very long time. Jensen now knew the truth. His mother never had any intention of letting him go, not until she was ready to release him. He might be the heir to the throne, but he was a virtual prisoner in his own castle.
"Well, it's good to see that everyone is here," the queen said, carrying on as if not knowing her son was seconds away from tears. "We're all assembled to wish the once and future swamp prince on his way. Where is the little slugabed anyway? Still asleep?"
Before anyone could answer, the double doors marking the entrance to the throne room swung open. Jensen lifted his head in time to see Jared come stumbling in. He was dressed in a silk robe that tied at the waist and came down only as far as his knees. His feet were bare, his hair was mussed. He was weaving with what looked like exhaustion.
"Oh look," said the queen. "Here he is now."
"Jared!" Jensen cried, standing.
But Jared didn’t seem to notice him. "Thirty-seven thousand, four hundred and thirty-six," he mumbled as he walked down the long red carpet leading to the royal family, his head hanging. He yawned before continuing, "Thirty-seven thousand, four hundred and thirty-seven, thirty-seven thousand, four hundred and thirty-eight, thirty-seven thousand, four hundred and thirty-nine…"
“Thirty-seven thousand, four hundred and thirty-nine what?" the queen said, sounding exasperated.
"Sheep!" Jared said, walking right into Jensen's arms. Jensen staggered to keep his balance, but somehow he managed to keep them both upright and together. "What do you stuff your mattresses with?” Jared asked Jensen in a plaintive voice. “Jousting equipment?"
Before Jensen could answer, the queen spoke. "What do you mean?" Jensen could hear apprehension in her voice.
"I mean you ought to take that bed of yours and put it down in the torture chamber," Jared said, looking over Jensen’s shoulder at her. "I couldn't sleep."
The queen gasped. "You didn't sleep."
"I didn't shut my eyes," Jared murmured before doing exactly that and pressing his face against the side of Jensen’s neck.
His heart swelling with joy, Jensen closed his arms around Jared and held on tight. "You passed. Oh, Jared. You passed!"
"Passed what?" Jared asked, lifting his head an inch or two so he could look Jensen in the eye.
"The test," Jensen said, smiling harder than he could ever remember smiling in his life. "My mother put a pea under twenty mattresses and you felt it!"
That made Jared pull away even further, and direct his attention to the queen. "A pea?" he asked in disbelief.
When his mother had nothing to say in reply, Jensen grabbed hold of Jared's hand and pulled him back around so they were facing each other.
"You know what this means, don't you?" Jensen asked.
Jared shook his head. "What?"
"We can get married," Jensen said before taking Jared's cheeks between his hands and kissing him very gently.
"Married," Jared echoed softly when the kiss was finished. Then he smiled. And yawned. "That's so nice." He gave Jensen a quick peck on the nose. "Only thing is-you're going to have to make the wedding arrangements." Taking Jensen by the hand, he led him over to the dais, pushed on his shoulders until Jensen sat, then dropped down beside him. "Because I'm too tired." And saying nothing more, he leaned over onto his side, put his head on Jensen's lap, and closed his eyes.
Jensen could only chuckle before petting softly over all that messy hair. "Wedding arrangements? I think I can handle that."
"No," the queen said, coming to her feet. "No, no, no! No one will be handling anything-and especially not him handling you!"
"Mother, please!" Jensen said, easing out from under Jared as gently as he could. Jared was so exhausted, he didn't seem to mind. He just slipped his arm beneath his cheek, drew his legs up onto the dais, and whispered Jensen's name. In an instant, he was out.
"Jensen, darling," the queen said, coming down the dais steps to stand close to him. "I just want you to wait awhile, to give this whole matter proper consideration."
"What is there to consider?" Jensen asked. "I love him, he passed your test. End of story."
"Jensen, please. When you got this crazy notion into your head to find yourself a prince instead of a princess, I never said a word, I never interfered. But look at this…person. Just look at him!"
Jensen did as his mother asked, and what he saw pleased him greatly. "Shh," he said, smiling at his prince. "He's sleeping."
"No!" the queen said, taking hold of Jensen's arms and blocking his view. "I will not stand idly by and watch you throw yourself away on this great galoot!"
Jensen frowned and pulled from the queen’s grasp. "Mother, quiet."
"All right. Technically, he may have passed the test," the queen said. "But what do we really know of him-or his people? Think of it, Jensen. For all we know there could be criminals in his background, inbreeding, maybe his family lives in a swamp because decent people won’t allow them on dry land-"
Jensen had had enough. "Mother, SHUT UP!"
And all at once, she did.
Mouth gaping open, Queen Aggravain brought her hands to her throat. She took a deep breath, then grimaced and strained, but not a sound issued forth from between her lips.
Nothing but a choked little “Eep!”
"Mother?" Jensen asked, just a trifle concerned.
Not so the minstrel. "It's finally happened!"
"What has?" Jensen asked.
"The curse," the minstrel said with excitement. "It has been broken. The mouse…" He gestured towards Jensen. Jensen tried not to be insulted by the label. "…has devoured the hawk." And with that, the minstrel indicated the still silent queen.
A murmur like distant thunder went through the lords and ladies of the court.
"The queen cannot talk," Tom said in amazement.
"But I can," King Sextimus said, standing and startling those around him. "And boy-do I have a lot to say!"
"Father!" Jensen cried and ran up the dais steps to throw his arms around his sire.
"Jensen, my son," the king said, hugging him back. "Jensen. Oh, my boy. You don't know how good it is to say your name."
"You don't know how good it is to hear it," Jensen said, gently releasing his father from his embrace. "Just think of it, Father. When the minister asks, 'Who gives this man in marriage' you'll be able to say, 'I do'."
"I would have thought that was your line," the king said with a smile.
"Oh believe me, I'll say it," Jensen said, clapping his father on the shoulder. "The sooner, the better. In fact, I imagine that phrase will be spoken quite a lot the next few days, now that the Marriage Law will no longer be in effect."
"I know at least two people who'll be practicing their 'I do's,' Your Highness," Tom said, coming forward, holding Allison’s hand.
"That's wonderful news, Tom," Jensen said. "Congratulations to both you and your lady."
"Thank you, your Highness," Allison said, curtsying.
Jensen nodded, then crossed back to Jared and knelt down beside him. Pressing a kiss to the sleeping man's temple, Jensen murmured, "Arise, Prince Jared. We need to get you to bed."
Jared roused upon hearing his name, pressing up to rest his weight on his arms and blink at Jensen with muzzy affection. "I think I like the sound of that."
But before they could leave, the queen tried to stop her son one last time. She reached out to grab hold of his arm.
Only until the king stepped in. "Aggravain! Aggravain, unhand him. Now."
Having no other choice, she did.
"Thank you," the king said. He came to Jared’s other side to help Jensen get him to his feet. "Now, you two go get some rest. And when you wake up, we'll throw you both an engagement party and talk about the wedding."
"Thank you, Father," Jensen said, placing his hand on Jared's back to guide him on their way.
"It's my pleasure, Son," the king replied. “I wish you boys the best. I know you'll make each other very happy.”
"Another party,” Jared said, draping his arm around Jensen's shoulder as they made their way from the throne room. “So…more dancing.”
"First, bed," Jensen said, so quiet the words traveled no further than Jared's ears. "Then dancing."
"Not twenty mattresses this time, I hope," Jared said, frowning at the thought.
"No. Just one," Jensen said. "Mine."
"Oh," Jared said as sentries pulled open the chamber's double doors so they could pass. "That's all right then."
"But don't get any ideas," Jensen warned. "I'm not going to let you sleep the day away."
"You're not?" Jared all but whined.
"No," Jensen said, trying to remain firm. It was hopeless when faced by Jared’s woeful expression. "I have plans for you."
That made Jared smile. "Will I like these plans?"
Jensen nodded. "I expect so. After all, you were the one who introduced me to such activities in the first place."
"Did I now?" Jared said, trying to leer. The effect was ruined by a deep, long yawn.
Chuckling, Jensen kissed him. "You did indeed. You taught me so many things. How to dance, how to laugh, how to love-"
"You knew how to do that already," Jared protested, laying his cheek, heavy and warm, against the side of Jensen's head as they walked. "You just hadn't found the right person to love you back."
"But I have now," Jensen said, tightening his arm across Jared's back. "You love me very well, in and out of bed."
"A bed with a single mattress," Jared murmured, already halfway asleep again.
"For now," Jensen said. "After we practice some more, we might want to try and get a little creative."
"I'll be as creative as you like," Jared promised when they arrived at Jensen's room. "Once you let me sleep for an hour or two."
"I'll not only let you sleep, but I'll lie beside you while you rest," Jensen said, ushering him inside.
"Sharing a bed with you,” Jared said softly. “There's no place else I’d rather be."
And nestled together atop their shared single mattress, they both lived happily ever after.
Thanks to a certain king, a knight, a lady and a minstrel-all of whom, it turned out, were surprisingly skilled when it came to slipping jousting equipment in between a towering stack of mattresses. But that's a different story.
The End
Master Post
The Prince, the Other Prince & the Pea, Part 2
While Jensen was allowing himself to become distracted by sartorial matters, his mother was troubled by an entirely different concern.
"If that shaggy-haired, musclebound, bog-dwelling second son of a third-rate king thinks he can take from me not only my son, but my throne, he has another think coming."
"Your Majesty, I'm sure matters aren't quite as dire as all that."
The queen rounded on the wizard, her cheeks dark with pique. "My son has given his heart and potentially our kingdom to a barbarian, Wizard. Explain to me what part of that isn't 'dire'."
The wizard smiled. "The barbarian part."
"Are you out of your mind?" the queen said. "That's the worst of it."
"You're overwrought, my queen, and not thinking rationally," the wizard said, taking her hand, his voice calm and low. "What have you asked of the princesses who have come, seeking the prince's affections?'
"That they be true princesses, of course, and worthy of my son," the queen said.
"And how have you evaluated them?" the wizard asked.
The queen shrugged. "Their appearance, their pedigree, their manners…"
"Your test," the wizard reminded her with the faintest of smiles.
Saying nothing for a moment, the queen arched her brow. "The test has been very useful, that's true. But this Jared person has been acquainted with Sir Thomas and his men for days. They would have had plenty of time to prepare him. He no doubt has a better chance of passing scrutiny than any of the maidens before him."
"Then don't question him as you have the princesses," the wizard said. "Test him in some other way."
"What other way?" the queen asked, intrigued.
The wizard thought about it before he spoke. "You fear he is too coarse for your dear son, too ‘barbaric’. So perhaps the quality that must be tested is his…sensitivity."
The queen smiled. "And however would we test such a thing?"
"Hmm," the wizard murmured as he began to pace. "Let me think, let me think, let me think..." The queen waited with fragile patience. Suddenly the wizard whirled around to face her, his eyes bright with excitement. "I have it! Saying nothing to Prince Jared, we will place a single pea under twenty mattresses. If he is able to sleep under such circumstances, he is clearly not sensitive enough for Prince Jensen."
"Oh, I like it!" the queen cried, clapping her hands with delight. "And do you know what I like even more?"
"What?" the wizard asked.
"The thought that rich food, wine and dancing will no doubt make it ever so much easier for the vast swamp prince to fall asleep."
The wizard frowned. "Prince Jensen had said he'd planned a feast, Your Majesty. I recall nothing about music or dancing."
"Leave that to me," the queen said. "Jensen said he wanted to celebrate. I, as his mother, am duty-bound to see that he does."
*
Jensen sat beside his parents at the royal table and surveyed the castle’s Great Hall. Overhead, the room’s enormous chandeliers blazed with light. Below them, colorful tapestries hung from the walls, the floor and windows gleamed, and a troupe of the kingdom’s finest musicians tuned their instruments on the room’s small stage. Other tables, similar to Jensen’s, lined the perimeter of the chamber, all packed with revelers preparing to enjoy Cook’s excellent repast.
Jensen had to hand it to her. It may have cost him three shiny gold coins, but the woman had worked a miracle, pulling together something wonderful in virtually no time at all. The dishes she'd prepared were so lavish and so many, he wouldn’t have been surprised to see a table or two bowed in the middle, bending beneath their great weight.
Everything was ready. All they were waiting on was their guest of honor.
“His Royal Highness, Prince Jared the Tall of the Vast Northern Marsh.” The voice of young Colin, the page, sounded high and clear above the crowd.
The hall's massive double doors swung open, and Jensen saw Jared framed in the chamber’s entrance, resplendent in a doublet of wine red, black breeches and matching boots. Jensen stood to greet him, even though he had no idea what to say.
It seemed Jared had the same effect on Jensen fully clothed as he did when he was without his shirt.
Jared didn’t stand on ceremony. Smiling when their eyes met, he hurried across the floor to fall into another of his typically exuberant bows. “Your Royal Highnesses, thank you so much for receiving me into your home and for inviting me to the evening’s festivities. You do me great honor.”
“Arise, young prince and be seated,” the queen said with an equanimity that surprised Jensen. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
His grin turning sunnier still, Jared came to stand opposite Jensen, only the table separating them. “I wonder if that seat is taken,” he said to Jensen, indicating the chair next to him.
“Actually…I’ve been saving it for you,” Jensen admitted, feeling his cheeks turn warm.
“I was hoping that might be the case,” Jared said with a wink, and circled around to sit at Jensen’s left.
Moving out like an army swarming the ramparts, the servers began circulating amongst the tables, pouring chilled mead and ale, and the royal cellars’ finest wine.
“This is all very grand,” Jared said, leaning in close, his eyes shining in the candlelight. “We entertain at home, of course. But never on such a scale. I'll confess, I find it a bit daunting. ”
“Why would you be put off by a simple meal?” Jensen said, taken aback by his admission. “You don't strike me as shy."
“I'm not," Jared said, staying near. God, Jensen thought, he even smelled good. "Not usually. But this, tonight, is special. Perhaps it's you who are to blame."
Jensen frowned. "Me? In what way have I offended?"
"You give no offense, dear prince," Jared rushed to assure him, his hand closing warm and heavy on Jensen's wrist. "It's really more a question of my offending you."
"Impossible," Jensen said without even thinking.
"Really?" Jared asked as if wary of Jensen's response. "My father's holdings are small and insignificant next to those belonging to your family. I know I have neither your polish nor your wealth. Do you promise that when I act without thinking or say the wrong thing you'll forgive me?"
"I swear it," Jensen said with all the sincerity he could muster. "I told you, I told everyone-I like you."
Jared's smile blossomed once more, dimples and all. "And I you. Very much."
They both smiled at each other for a moment or two, the rest of the room and its occupants forgotten.
Until a platter overflowing with a succulent carved meat was set down between them.
"A roast!" Jared all but crowed. "A beautiful, juicy, perfectly cooked roast. Oh, look at it! How did you know such food was my favorite?"
"I didn't," Jensen confessed as the servers did their work. "But I'm glad it pleases you."
"For the opportunity to sit next to you this evening, I would have happily chewed on old saddle leather," Jared said as helpings of potatoes and bread and greens joined the roast on his plate. "Though honesty compels me to admit, this looks far more delicious."
"I’m glad to hear it," Jensen said, thinking of his three gold coins and how he’d never made a better purchase. “Now let’s do Cook’s efforts proud and eat before the food gets cold.
It didn't surprise Jensen to learn Jared ate with the same gusto he did everything else, but it was entertaining to watch. The visiting prince chewed quickly and happily, making many sounds of pleasure and asking for several refills of his plate. Between bites, he talked and urged Jensen to do likewise.
“Whenever people visit the marshes for the first time, all they see are the challenges of living in such a place and none of its beauty. They don’t take time to notice how much a dragonfly’s wings look like tiny cathedral windows or wake early enough to watch the sun rise over the reeds, turning the whole world golden.”
“I’ve never seen those things either.”
“I’d show you. If you’d let me, I’d show you the world.”
As they shared histories, Jensen learned Jared had an older brother who would one day rule their family's realm and a sister too young to compete for Jensen's hand.
"Though she did what she could to convince my parents otherwise, I assure you," Jared said, his lips shiny with honeyed mead.
Jensen had found himself watching Jared's lips frequently as they spoke. His mouth was mobile and expressive, and though Jensen couldn't entirely explain how or why the notion had popped into his head, he also couldn't help but wonder at the texture of Jared's lips and how they might taste.
“What did your parents think about you visiting our kingdom?” Jensen asked as the meal was coming to a close. “They must miss you when you’re gone.”
Jared nodded. “Yes, of course. And I miss them. But they knew the trip was important and gave me their blessing.”
“Because you wanted to look after our knights,” Jensen said, setting his napkin aside.
“Because I wanted to meet you,” Jared said with a soft smile.
“You wanted to meet me?” Jensen said, frowning.
“Yes,” Jared assured him. “Jensen, think about it. If I’d been truly worried about the safety of your men, wouldn’t I have asked my father to send a contingent of our own to accompany them, rather than play escort alone?"
Jensen did his best guppy imitation for a moment before he was actually able to speak. “But why would you…that is…what did you think…?
“I thought that maybe-just maybe-if Fate were smiling on me…you might be willing to do likewise,” Jared said.
“You made the journey for me?” Jensen said, just wanting to be absolutely sure.
“Yes. I did it for you,” Jared said, taking his napkin from around his neck and balling it up between his fists. “After hearing Tom talk about you, I knew I needed to see for myself if all he’d said about his prince was true.”
“And is it?” Jensen asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.
Jared tossed the napkin onto his plate and took hold of Jensen’s hand. “If anything, he sold your virtues short.”
“I’ll have to speak with him about that,” Jensen said, fighting the urge to smile.
“Please don’t,” Jared said, apparently feeling no such compunction. His dimples were out in full force. “If word ever got out about how truly wonderful you are, I’d have to fight off rivals from dawn 'til dusk.”
Jensen bowed his head and blushed.
“And I can think of so many nicer ways to spend our time.” Jared squeezed his hand. Jensen met his eyes. They were warm and kind and true.
How had this happened? How had he suddenly become so lucky?
Jensen decided it was best not to question such blessings, and squeezed back.
“Lords and ladies of the court,” the minstrel announced, coming to the center of the floor. “It is the hope of our good king and queen that you’ve enjoyed this evening’s meal. Now, as a special treat, let us prolong that enjoyment with music and dancing.”
On his cue, the court musicians began to play, lute and dulcimer, flute and vielle, the drum marking a steady beat beneath it all.
“Dancing!” Jared said, turning to Jensen with excitement sparkling in his gaze. “What a wonderful surprise. I love to dance.”
“We are pleased to hear it,” the queen said, leaning past Jensen to catch Jared’s eye. “Perhaps you’ll do us the favor of leading the first carol.”
“It would be my pleasure,” Jared said with a grin. “Come, my prince.” He tugged on Jensen's hand. “Let’s show your court how it’s done.”
Jensen allowed Jared to pull him from his seat, even though he normally danced only under duress. He hated being the center of attention, and there was no better way to assure everyone’s eyes would be on him than to be on the dance floor.
But with Jared as his partner, Jensen found he didn’t care. How could he when every time their eyes met, Jensen felt a little shiver of awareness trickle through him to distract him from his fears? Jensen couldn’t worry about the line of his leg or which step came next, not when every time Jared's hand clasped his or their shoulders glanced, that simple touch eclipsed all else.
The music was fine and the wine they drank between songs was heady and refreshing. Both went a long way towards eliminating the last of Jensen’s inhibitions. For the first time in a long time-maybe ever-he forgot about what others might think and began to truly have fun. Together, Jared and he danced and drank and flirted and laughed until the crowd thinned to only a few scattered couples, and the musicians were putting away their instruments for the evening.
“Now what?” Jared asked, holding Jensen’s hands, his hair riotous after their exertions, his smile as affectionate as his touch.
“Are you tired?” Jensen asked.
Jared shook his head. “Not at all.”
“What do you want to do?” Jensen asked, eager to please him.
Jared hesitated then said, “I want to see your room.”
“My room?” Jensen asked, surprised.
“Your bed,” Jared said, his voice taking a low, intimate turn.
“You said you weren’t tired,” Jensen said, confused.
Cocking his head to the side, Jared studied him for a moment. “You really are that innocent, aren’t you?” he said, his smile wider than before.
All at once, Jensen realized what Jared had been suggesting. Not for the first time, he cursed his lack of sophistication. “I’m sorry. You must think me a child.”
Jared shook his head. “I think you’re adorable,” he said, leaning down to murmur the rest of his words in Jensen’s ear. “It makes me want to corrupt you. Just a little bit.”
Jensen tried to speak, but all that came out was a rather undignified squeak.
“But for me to do that properly, we’ll need privacy,” Jared continued, his breath warming Jensen’s ear. “So to that end…”
“Let me show you my room,” Jensen mumbled out at last. Jared chuckled and followed after Jensen as they headed for the exit.
“Jensen, dear,” the queen said, before they could reach the doorway. “Are you turning in for the night?”
Jensen looked back. His father must have retired for the evening. His mother sat with only her wizard for company. Though her voice was cordial, there was little warmth in her eyes. “Actually…I thought I’d show Jared the royal chambers.”
His mother frowned. But all she said was, “Well, now-isn’t that cozy? All right then. Have fun, you two. Just make sure you give Prince Jared time to prepare.”
Jensen instantly went on guard. “Time to prepare for what?”
“His test,” the queen replied as though the answer were obvious.
“What test?” Jared asked, looking at Jensen.
“The royalty test, of course,” the wizard said, coming to his feet. “Such an examination has been given to all who seek the prince's hand."
“Ah, yes,” Jared said, taking a step forward. “I believe Sir Thomas mentioned such a test.”
“I’m sure he did, no doubt in great detail,” the queen said. "Which is why we’ll need to do something special for you.”
“Something special?” Jensen echoed in concern.
“It would only be fair,” the queen replied with a shrug.
“Very well,” Jared said with enviable calm. “And when will I be given this test?”
“Sooner rather than later, I should think,” the queen said. “So I advise you use the remaining hours wisely. You wouldn’t want to fail.”
“No, I wouldn’t,” Jared said, his sober tone at odds with his wine-flushed face.
“Come on, Jared,” Jensen said, wishing he could somehow recapture the giddy fun they’d shared only moments before. “Let’s go.”
Jared followed after him docilely enough. But the moment they were free of the Great Hall and alone in the shadowy corridor, Jared pulled Jensen into an alcove and pressed him back against a wall, his hand cradling Jensen’s head to protect it from the stone.
“Jared,” Jensen said, not upset by the manhandling, just unsure of its cause. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Jared murmured, his eyes roaming Jensen’s face. “Nothing. It’s just…I can’t wait, Jensen. I can’t. Not after being reminded you might not always be mine.”
Saying nothing more, Jared bent his head and kissed Jensen, lips parted and soft, his other hand coming up to frame Jensen’s face, his fingers warm against Jensen’s cheek.
With a gasp, Jensen grabbed hold of Jared’s arms and kissed him back. He had no idea what he was doing, no experience or tutelage. Yet Jared seemed to appreciate his efforts. He pressed and dragged his mouth over Jensen’s again and again, moaning softly with what Jensen thought might be desire. Jensen was glad to hear the sounds, so very, very glad. He would never have believed he could be the source of such pleasure. He only wanted to give Jared more.
“Sweet prince,” Jared whispered as he pulled away from Jensen’s mouth to sprinkle the gentle kisses on Jensen’s cheeks, his temple, in the hollow just in front of his ear. “Jensen. You don’t know…you have no idea how much I desire you.”
Jensen closed his eyes and, tilted back his head, baring his neck. “I’m yours. You must know that.”
“For now,” Jared said, his desperate kisses continuing, leaving Jensen light-headed. “What will I do, how will I survive if this is the only night we have?”
“You mustn’t think that way,” Jensen said, reaching up to smooth his hand over Jared's rumpled hair. “You’re as royal as any of us, and that’s what matters to my mother. You’ll pass her test, you'll see.”
With one final press of his lips to Jensen’s forehead, Jared pulled away. “Part of me wants to spend from now ‘til dawn preparing somehow, studying, as I used to do in school. The rest of me wants to say ‘to hell with it all' and instead make love to you, slowly and tenderly, now, while I have the chance.”
Jensen swallowed hard, the very thought of being intimate with Jared in that way setting him to tremble. "Whatever you want, Jared. Whatever you need, simply name it, and it's yours. I give it freely."
Smiling small and soft, Jared looked at him for a moment, then shook his head. "Would you find it strange if I were to tell you I love you?"
"No," Jensen said quietly, his smile similarly gentle. "Not strange at all."
"Even though we've only known each other for a matter of hours?"
"Not even then."
Jared rubbed the back of his fingers along the curve of Jensen's cheek. "I love you. I love you so much." Before Jensen could respond, Jared was kissing him again, his mouth open and hungry, his tongue slipping forth to lick over and between Jensen's lips.
Jensen whimpered in reaction to this new kind of kiss and wound his arms around Jared's neck, holding him close with all his strength. He wasn't letting go of this, not ever, no matter what his mother might say or do.
"Come," he said, when Jared pulled away just far enough to breathe. "Anyone might find us here. My room isn't far." Taking hold of Jared's hand, he led him down the corridor.
When they entered Jensen's chamber, they found it candlelit and ready, no doubt prepared by Aubrey for his master's comfort. The door had only just latched behind them when Jared tumbled Jensen onto the wide four poster bed. He landed on his back and Jared followed him down, his weight braced on his arms rather than on Jensen.
"So I take it studying is out?" Jensen asked, smiling up at his prince and pushing his fingers through Jared's hair to hold it back from his face.
Jared returned his smile. "I think I'd like to do this first."
"I see," Jensen said, chuckling. "I'll wager you were one of those children who always wanted to eat dessert first at mealtimes."
"I love dessert," Jared told him solemnly.
Feeling an unaccustomed courage surge through his veins, Jensen ran his fingers lightly over Jared's face, tracing the bone beneath his cheek, his brow, the tender curve of his lower lip. Jared closed his eyes and let him. "I believe I'm developing quite a sweet tooth myself," Jensen said softly.
Opening his eyes once more, Jared whispered Jensen's name and kissed him.
Lying cushioned and secure upon his bed, the man he loved poised above him, all it took was the press and glide of Jared's lips and tongue to sweep Jensen away. Eyes closed, hands touching every bit of Jared he could reach, he floated on sensation, returning Jared's kisses and caresses with all the fervor in his soul. He didn't see how he could be expected to think when he was feeling so much, so he didn't try, content instead to allow Jared to take the lead.
That decision took matters in a previously uncharted direction. Without quite knowing how it happened, Jensen slowly became aware his doublet had disappeared and the lacings on his breeches were open, revealing his sex. When the realization gained shape and meaning, Jensen opened his eyes and saw Jared leaning over him on the bed, still fully clothed, a look of wonder in his eyes.
"Oh, God. Look at you," he murmured, his gaze rapt as he swept his hand over and around Jensen's exposed skin, as if his fingers were a brush and he was giving form to Jensen from a palette of oils. "You are so…amazing. I don't understand how no one claimed you for their own before me. Is the rest of the world blind?
"I'm not so special," Jensen mumbled, embarrassed, yet so pleased, and terribly aroused.
"Are you blind too?" Jared asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.
Jensen frowned. "I see myself every day in the glass. I know I have two eyes, one nose and a mouth. The same as most." He shrugged. "I'm happy you find me attractive. But there any many besides me who could be called so."
Shaking his head, Jared sat up. "This can't be allowed to continue."
Alarmed, Jensen did the same. "What can't?" He grabbed onto Jared's arm. "Don't go."
Jared took his hand and kissed the back of it. "As if I could." Pushing to his feet, he kept hold of Jensen and drew him from the bed. "Come with me."
Jensen followed, hitching up his breeches. "If we're going somewhere with people, I should probably get dressed."
"That's a very bad idea," Jared chided playfully as he led Jensen around to the foot of the bed. "In fact, if I had my way, you'd never be clothed at all."
"Jared..."
"Don't worry. We're not going far."
They ended up standing in front of Jensen's full-length mirror, the one he'd agonized in front of before the evening had begun. Jared positioned them so Jensen's naked back pressed against his own warm, doublet-clad chest.
"What are we doing here?" Jensen asked, his voice coming out more frayed than he'd intended. There was something…thrilling about being bare like this when Jared was still fully clothed.
"Shh," Jared said, wrapping one arm around Jensen's waist and the other across his shoulders, holding him in place. "Trust me, please," he whispered before pressing a string of kisses to the side of Jensen's neck. "I'd never hurt you."
"I know that," Jensen murmured, leaning back so that Jared took some of his weight. Jared smiled, and captured Jensen's ear between his teeth, worrying the tender lobe. "I just don't understand what you…oh…hope to show me. I've already told you-I-I look in this glass every day."
"You glance for a moment or two perhaps, to check your appearance," Jared said, beginning to move the hand at Jensen's waist gently across his belly. "But you haven't really looked. I know you haven't. Let me show you."
Jensen watched Jared's hand, big and tanned, as it skimmed across his body, trailing fire in its wake, heating his blood from the inside out. He loved Jared's hands and the pleasure they brought. Jensen didn't see how he could ever tire of such a touch.
"Don't look at me," Jared scolded softly. "Look at you. Look at the flush in your cheeks; look at your eyes, so dark and wide. See the arch of your throat and the way you breathe, quick and light, as your nipples harden and peak. Look at how beautiful you are like this. Do you see it? Do you see yourself the way I do?"
Who would have believed it? Jensen thought he just might, only… "This is wicked. It must be," he said, his voice sounding scratchy and worn, his hips rolling restlessly, his self-control not nearly powerful enough to hold them still. "You make me feel…ah…I-I don't have words to express how I feel."
"Then say nothing. I told you if we were alone, words wouldn't matter," Jared said, sliding his hand now down the front of Jensen's body to take hold of his cock. Jensen moaned and grabbed on to Jared where he could, one hand landing on Jared's hips, the other clutching his arm. "Easy. Rest easy now. Just relax and give yourself to me, Jensen. Please. I promise to take care."
Jensen tipped back his head so that it lay against Jared's shoulder. Shuddering, he watched as Jared's hand began to move on him, up and down, his grip gentle, his motion easy. "I know you will," Jensen said, his cheek pressed in the space just between Jared's shoulder and neck. "I'm not afraid, not of you."
"Jensen," Jared said as if his name were a prayer. "Thank you, my love. You won't be sorry."
Jensen knew without question Jared spoke the truth. How could he regret such attention? With every stroke of Jared's hand, every touch of his lips, Jensen could feel Jared unraveling him, like a weaver striving to perfect their cloth, remaking him into someone completely different. This new man knew nothing of fear and restraint. He writhed and gasped in his lover's embrace, his knees nearly buckling with the force of his desire, his hips pumping to and fro as if demanding his release.
And while Jensen bucked and rocked and whined, Jared was with him, holding him steady and whispering words of filthy praise. Jensen knew Jared was not unaffected. He could feel Jared's need pressing against the center of his ass, hard and hot, even through their clothing. But at no time did Jared ever attempt to find his own release. All that he did was for Jensen's benefit. It was a gift Jensen feared he could never fully repay.
"Does this feel good?" Jared asked when Jensen's breath started sounding like sobs. "Do you like my touch, dear prince, the way I make you feel?"
"Yes, yes," Jensen assured him, lightning racing through his body, crackling with energy and charging his skin. "Oh God…yes."
"Then let me see you finish, love," Jared said, his fist moving fast and tight, twisting over the head of Jensen's cock now with every pass. "You're so beautiful like this. I want you to keep your eyes open and watch your pleasure with me."
Jensen did as he was told, all the way until that final plunge of Jared's hand, when all the tension that had been building steadily inside him drew his body almost painfully taut...
…then released.
Eyes squeezed shut, Jensen growled and groaned and gasped, shaking as his pleasure overflowed.
"You're so…," he heard Jared whisper with what sounded like awe. "God, Jensen. I look at you and all at once my words are stolen from me too."
Utterly replete, Jensen could only smile.
It took time for Jensen to recover, and Jared gave it to him, holding him close and stroking over his sweat damp skin with the gentlest of hands.
"Are you all right?" Jared asked after a while, his voice husky and low.
Nodding, Jensen turned in his embrace. "Very much so," he assured him, before stretching up to give Jared a soft, lingering kiss.
"I'm glad," Jared murmured when the kiss was done, his arms circling Jensen's waist.
"What about you?" Jensen asked, reaching down and cupping his hand around the bulge in Jared's pants.
Jared gasped. "I'm good."
"Yes, you are," Jensen said. "Very good indeed. So good in fact, it seems to me you deserve a prize."
"A prize?" Jared echoed with an arch of his brow.
"A favor," Jensen said, a smile pulling on the corner of his mouth. "Of your choosing."
Color blooming in his cheeks, Jared gave Jensen a slow answering smile. "To be honest…it really wouldn't take much."
"Just tell me," Jensen urged, winding his arms around Jared's neck. "Tell me what you want."
"For now," Jared said, running his fingertips gently the length of Jensen's bare back, "your touch. Only that. I want to feel your hands on me when I spend."
Jensen pressed a soft kiss to Jared's lips, then bent his head as he worked open the fastenings on Jared's breeches. Jared didn't try to help him. He stood very still and watched, much as he'd watched Jensen in the mirror before.
Once the fly was open, Jensen reached in and freed Jared's shaft from the garment. It was flushed hard and heavy with blood, its skin a silky sheath for the power contained within.
"Impressive," Jensen murmured, as he gave the length a slow, careful pump.
"God, Jensen," Jared moaned, grabbing hold of Jensen's arms. "You'll be the death of me."
"I could no more hurt you than you could me," Jensen assured him. Gaining confidence from Jared's reaction, he repeated the caress.
"I wouldn't be so sure," Jared said, breath feathering his words. "I swear…your touch is a pleasure so sharp, it borders on pain."
"Well then, my brave, suffering prince," Jensen said, tightening his grip and picking up speed. "Let us put you out of your misery."
And he did, continuing his ministrations until Jared shuddered to climax in his arms.
As Jensen held Jared fast and soothed him afterward, he almost wondered if this truly was a dream after all. He would never have believed someone like him could bring someone as strong as Jared to his knees. It made him feel powerful. It made him feel like he could take on the world. In that instant, he believed himself capable of anything.
As long as he had Jared at his side.
"Thank you," Jared murmured after a while, cradling Jensen close and pressing a kiss to his hair.
"I love you," Jensen said, realizing suddenly he hadn't actually said the words before. "I wanted to touch you that way. I want to do so much more."
"No more tonight, my love," Jared said, easing free from Jensen's embrace. "It's been a very long day, and I have a test tomorrow."
At Jared's mention of the test, Jensen's mood took a turn for the worse. Tucking himself back inside his breeches while Jared did likewise, he said, "Dear Lord! The test. Do you want me to help you study?"
"Study what?" Jared asked with a wry smile. "Your mother said she's not going to give the same kind of test as before. How can I prepare when I don't know what to expect?"
"She'll test you to prove you're truly royal. We know that much at least," Jensen said, convinced they were making a mistake by leaving it all to chance. "Perhaps she'll ask you to make a speech or demonstrate your skill with a broadsword."
"I can do both," Jared said. "Though she could also ask something entirely different, something random that would never occur to either of us. There's no way of knowing for certain; so it seems to me a good night's sleep is the best preparation I can have."
Reluctantly, Jensen nodded. "You're probably right." Reaching out, he took Jared's hand. "I wish you could sleep here tonight."
"I wish that too," Jared said with a fond smile. "You, however, are far too tempting. I'd never get any rest at all, lying beside you, not even if I counted sheep. And besides, if your mother were to learn of such arrangements, she would no doubt forget all about the test and throw me in the palace dungeon instead. She seems rather protective of her only son."
"She is that," Jensen said with a sigh. "Very well. Let me get a shirt on and I'll walk you to your room."
It took them a few moments to put their appearances to rights. Even though it was late and they didn't expect to meet many people in the castle corridors, they wanted to take care. Neither man relished their relationship becoming gossip fodder.
Walking side by side, they strolled quietly through the halls from Jensen's chamber to Jared's, few words spoken. Each man was lost in his own thoughts. It wasn't long before they reached Jared's room.
"Here is where I leave you," Jared said, turning and taking Jensen's hands.
"I don't want you to leave me at all," Jensen said. "Not ever."
"Then I better pass that test," Jared said with a small smile. "Sweet dreams, Prince Jensen the Modest."
"Sweet dreams, my very tall prince of the very large marsh," Jensen replied. "I'll see you in the morning."
And with that, they kissed good night, a soft, gentle peck, and parted. But not before they shared one last fond look.
Left alone in the corridor, Jensen found himself at sixes and sevens. While Jared was right and it was rather late, too much had happened far too recently for Jensen to sleep.
Maybe a walk would clear my mind, he thought, and struck off down the corridor, no particular destination in mind.
He'd traveled past Jared's room and had thought to take the far hallway running perpendicular when, as Jensen came around the corner, he practically ran into his father, King Sextimus and the court minstrel. Beyond them, at the far end of the hall, Tom and Lady Allison were walking away, arm in arm, their heads bent close in quiet conversation.
"Father!" Jensen said, hands on the older man's arms to steady him. "My apologies. I didn't see you. I'd thought you'd gone to bed hours ago."
"Actually, no," the minstrel said, answering for his king. The minstrel was not only a talented poet and balladeer; he was also Sextimus' favorite. Theirs was a close relationship where the boundaries of friend and follower blurred. "Your father had business to attend to during the festivities and I accompanied him. I am only just now escorting him to his chambers."
"I can do that if you like," Jensen said, eager for a little time with his father. "We haven't had the opportunity to see each other much this evening."
"As you wish, Your Highness," the minstrel said with a bow many a courtier would have envied. "I bid you both adieu and wish you a pleasant rest." Doffing his cap, he turned and followed the same path as Tom and Allison.
The king waved goodbye before falling into step alongside his son.
"Are you tired, Father?" Jensen queried as they walked.
Sextimus shook his head and pointed at Jensen.
"No," Jensen said, shaking his head now too. "I'm not tired either. So much has happened tonight. I have a great deal to ponder."
His expression knowing, Sextimus smiled in an exaggerated fashion, lifting his hands to press his index fingers on either side of his mouth.
Jensen knew what he was asking. "Prince Jared?" he queried, just to be sure. "Yes, he is very much on my mind."
Brow wrinkled, Sextimus cocked his head. He pointed to Jensen, pressed his fist to his own chest then pointed back in the direction of the guest quarters.
Do you love him?
Jensen smiled. "Yes, Father. I love him very much."
Sextimus nodded, his eyes warm.
"Do you like him?" Jensen asked, wanting the approval of at least one of his parents.
Sextimus nodded a second time, perhaps with even more vigor than before.
Jensen's heart soared. "He's a good man, isn't he?" Jensen asked, so pleased his father recognized Jared's worth, even if his mother didn't. "Smart and kind and brave. He makes me so happy, and I think I do the same for him."
Smiling now too, Sextimus slung his arm around Jensen's shoulder and, holding him close, pressed a kiss to Jensen's cheek. He didn't need to say anything for Jensen to hear what he was trying to convey.
That's all that matters, my boy. As long as you make each other happy, the rest can be worked out.
Jensen knew his father to be a wise king. In this matter, he hoped more than anything his father was right.
*
When dawn came, Jensen bathed and shaved, and took an extra long time with his hair. Satisfied at last with what he saw in the mirror-even if the simple act of looking in the glass added color to his cheeks-he dressed in his finest tunic and breeches, splashed on a bit of cologne, and hurried to the throne room. He didn’t know what his mother had in mind for Jared’s test, but he wanted to be there to cheer him on. Everyone was just beginning to filter inside. The queen was in her place, the king beside her. The wizard stood opposite, looking confident and smug.
“My sweet boy,” his mother said, lounging against the arm of her throne. “You’re up early.”
Jensen took a deep breath, pushed out his chest and raised his chin. “Jared’s test is today. I’m here to support him.”
The queen’s eyes narrowed for just a second before her mouth stretched wide with a satisfied smile. “But snookums-the test is over.”
Gasps could be heard from those assembled.
"Over?" Jensen echoed in shock as he crossed to stand before his parents. "That can't be! When was it? What was it?"
"It was last night," The queen said. "He slept through it."
It felt to Jensen as if his every chance at happiness was fading away before his eyes. "I don't understand."
"It was such a simple thing, really," the queen said, shaking her head, her tone sympathetic and sad. "We put him on a stack of twenty mattresses with a single pea at the bottom. To test his sensitivity. And of course, such a pea would have kept a genuine prince awake."
"He slept?" Jensen murmured, his voice breaking just like his heart. He thought of how late they'd stayed up, and of the distance Jared had traveled the previous day. He remembered the dancing they had done, and all the food and wine. Of course poor Jared had slept. How could he have done otherwise?
"Well, darling, I'm sure I don't know," the queen said. "But did you see him last night at the feast? I realize the men had traveled long and hard yesterday, but he was leaning on his elbows atop the royal table and yawning so widely I almost thought he wanted someone to count his teeth. I should have realized then just how vulgar he truly was. Not royal. Not at all. You're well rid of him is what I say."
"Oh, Jared," Jensen whispered as he folded to sit on the dais at his mother's feet, his head in his hands.
"Don't you worry," he heard his mother say above him. "One day we'll find you a princess. Or maybe even a prince. One day. But not today."
Not today. Not for a very long time. Jensen now knew the truth. His mother never had any intention of letting him go, not until she was ready to release him. He might be the heir to the throne, but he was a virtual prisoner in his own castle.
"Well, it's good to see that everyone is here," the queen said, carrying on as if not knowing her son was seconds away from tears. "We're all assembled to wish the once and future swamp prince on his way. Where is the little slugabed anyway? Still asleep?"
Before anyone could answer, the double doors marking the entrance to the throne room swung open. Jensen lifted his head in time to see Jared come stumbling in. He was dressed in a silk robe that tied at the waist and came down only as far as his knees. His feet were bare, his hair was mussed. He was weaving with what looked like exhaustion.
"Oh look," said the queen. "Here he is now."
"Jared!" Jensen cried, standing.
But Jared didn’t seem to notice him. "Thirty-seven thousand, four hundred and thirty-six," he mumbled as he walked down the long red carpet leading to the royal family, his head hanging. He yawned before continuing, "Thirty-seven thousand, four hundred and thirty-seven, thirty-seven thousand, four hundred and thirty-eight, thirty-seven thousand, four hundred and thirty-nine…"
“Thirty-seven thousand, four hundred and thirty-nine what?" the queen said, sounding exasperated.
"Sheep!" Jared said, walking right into Jensen's arms. Jensen staggered to keep his balance, but somehow he managed to keep them both upright and together. "What do you stuff your mattresses with?” Jared asked Jensen in a plaintive voice. “Jousting equipment?"
Before Jensen could answer, the queen spoke. "What do you mean?" Jensen could hear apprehension in her voice.
"I mean you ought to take that bed of yours and put it down in the torture chamber," Jared said, looking over Jensen’s shoulder at her. "I couldn't sleep."
The queen gasped. "You didn't sleep."
"I didn't shut my eyes," Jared murmured before doing exactly that and pressing his face against the side of Jensen’s neck.
His heart swelling with joy, Jensen closed his arms around Jared and held on tight. "You passed. Oh, Jared. You passed!"
"Passed what?" Jared asked, lifting his head an inch or two so he could look Jensen in the eye.
"The test," Jensen said, smiling harder than he could ever remember smiling in his life. "My mother put a pea under twenty mattresses and you felt it!"
That made Jared pull away even further, and direct his attention to the queen. "A pea?" he asked in disbelief.
When his mother had nothing to say in reply, Jensen grabbed hold of Jared's hand and pulled him back around so they were facing each other.
"You know what this means, don't you?" Jensen asked.
Jared shook his head. "What?"
"We can get married," Jensen said before taking Jared's cheeks between his hands and kissing him very gently.
"Married," Jared echoed softly when the kiss was finished. Then he smiled. And yawned. "That's so nice." He gave Jensen a quick peck on the nose. "Only thing is-you're going to have to make the wedding arrangements." Taking Jensen by the hand, he led him over to the dais, pushed on his shoulders until Jensen sat, then dropped down beside him. "Because I'm too tired." And saying nothing more, he leaned over onto his side, put his head on Jensen's lap, and closed his eyes.
Jensen could only chuckle before petting softly over all that messy hair. "Wedding arrangements? I think I can handle that."
"No," the queen said, coming to her feet. "No, no, no! No one will be handling anything-and especially not him handling you!"
"Mother, please!" Jensen said, easing out from under Jared as gently as he could. Jared was so exhausted, he didn't seem to mind. He just slipped his arm beneath his cheek, drew his legs up onto the dais, and whispered Jensen's name. In an instant, he was out.
"Jensen, darling," the queen said, coming down the dais steps to stand close to him. "I just want you to wait awhile, to give this whole matter proper consideration."
"What is there to consider?" Jensen asked. "I love him, he passed your test. End of story."
"Jensen, please. When you got this crazy notion into your head to find yourself a prince instead of a princess, I never said a word, I never interfered. But look at this…person. Just look at him!"
Jensen did as his mother asked, and what he saw pleased him greatly. "Shh," he said, smiling at his prince. "He's sleeping."
"No!" the queen said, taking hold of Jensen's arms and blocking his view. "I will not stand idly by and watch you throw yourself away on this great galoot!"
Jensen frowned and pulled from the queen’s grasp. "Mother, quiet."
"All right. Technically, he may have passed the test," the queen said. "But what do we really know of him-or his people? Think of it, Jensen. For all we know there could be criminals in his background, inbreeding, maybe his family lives in a swamp because decent people won’t allow them on dry land-"
Jensen had had enough. "Mother, SHUT UP!"
And all at once, she did.
Mouth gaping open, Queen Aggravain brought her hands to her throat. She took a deep breath, then grimaced and strained, but not a sound issued forth from between her lips.
Nothing but a choked little “Eep!”
"Mother?" Jensen asked, just a trifle concerned.
Not so the minstrel. "It's finally happened!"
"What has?" Jensen asked.
"The curse," the minstrel said with excitement. "It has been broken. The mouse…" He gestured towards Jensen. Jensen tried not to be insulted by the label. "…has devoured the hawk." And with that, the minstrel indicated the still silent queen.
A murmur like distant thunder went through the lords and ladies of the court.
"The queen cannot talk," Tom said in amazement.
"But I can," King Sextimus said, standing and startling those around him. "And boy-do I have a lot to say!"
"Father!" Jensen cried and ran up the dais steps to throw his arms around his sire.
"Jensen, my son," the king said, hugging him back. "Jensen. Oh, my boy. You don't know how good it is to say your name."
"You don't know how good it is to hear it," Jensen said, gently releasing his father from his embrace. "Just think of it, Father. When the minister asks, 'Who gives this man in marriage' you'll be able to say, 'I do'."
"I would have thought that was your line," the king said with a smile.
"Oh believe me, I'll say it," Jensen said, clapping his father on the shoulder. "The sooner, the better. In fact, I imagine that phrase will be spoken quite a lot the next few days, now that the Marriage Law will no longer be in effect."
"I know at least two people who'll be practicing their 'I do's,' Your Highness," Tom said, coming forward, holding Allison’s hand.
"That's wonderful news, Tom," Jensen said. "Congratulations to both you and your lady."
"Thank you, your Highness," Allison said, curtsying.
Jensen nodded, then crossed back to Jared and knelt down beside him. Pressing a kiss to the sleeping man's temple, Jensen murmured, "Arise, Prince Jared. We need to get you to bed."
Jared roused upon hearing his name, pressing up to rest his weight on his arms and blink at Jensen with muzzy affection. "I think I like the sound of that."
But before they could leave, the queen tried to stop her son one last time. She reached out to grab hold of his arm.
Only until the king stepped in. "Aggravain! Aggravain, unhand him. Now."
Having no other choice, she did.
"Thank you," the king said. He came to Jared’s other side to help Jensen get him to his feet. "Now, you two go get some rest. And when you wake up, we'll throw you both an engagement party and talk about the wedding."
"Thank you, Father," Jensen said, placing his hand on Jared's back to guide him on their way.
"It's my pleasure, Son," the king replied. “I wish you boys the best. I know you'll make each other very happy.”
"Another party,” Jared said, draping his arm around Jensen's shoulder as they made their way from the throne room. “So…more dancing.”
"First, bed," Jensen said, so quiet the words traveled no further than Jared's ears. "Then dancing."
"Not twenty mattresses this time, I hope," Jared said, frowning at the thought.
"No. Just one," Jensen said. "Mine."
"Oh," Jared said as sentries pulled open the chamber's double doors so they could pass. "That's all right then."
"But don't get any ideas," Jensen warned. "I'm not going to let you sleep the day away."
"You're not?" Jared all but whined.
"No," Jensen said, trying to remain firm. It was hopeless when faced by Jared’s woeful expression. "I have plans for you."
That made Jared smile. "Will I like these plans?"
Jensen nodded. "I expect so. After all, you were the one who introduced me to such activities in the first place."
"Did I now?" Jared said, trying to leer. The effect was ruined by a deep, long yawn.
Chuckling, Jensen kissed him. "You did indeed. You taught me so many things. How to dance, how to laugh, how to love-"
"You knew how to do that already," Jared protested, laying his cheek, heavy and warm, against the side of Jensen's head as they walked. "You just hadn't found the right person to love you back."
"But I have now," Jensen said, tightening his arm across Jared's back. "You love me very well, in and out of bed."
"A bed with a single mattress," Jared murmured, already halfway asleep again.
"For now," Jensen said. "After we practice some more, we might want to try and get a little creative."
"I'll be as creative as you like," Jared promised when they arrived at Jensen's room. "Once you let me sleep for an hour or two."
"I'll not only let you sleep, but I'll lie beside you while you rest," Jensen said, ushering him inside.
"Sharing a bed with you,” Jared said softly. “There's no place else I’d rather be."
And nestled together atop their shared single mattress, they both lived happily ever after.
Thanks to a certain king, a knight, a lady and a minstrel-all of whom, it turned out, were surprisingly skilled when it came to slipping jousting equipment in between a towering stack of mattresses. But that's a different story.
The End
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