Author's Note:Bonus chapter for you! Thank you so much for the 18k views — I hope you enjoy every moment in the Northern territory and with our characters.
⚠️ Warning: Contains suggestive sex scenes, recommended for over 18 years old.
The sunset sun dyed the sky in golden and pinkish tones, spreading a warm light that illuminated every stone, every leaf and every tower of the Northern territory.
Ereon advanced through the main gate of the castle, measured steps upon the solid wood that creaked lightly under his weight, accompanied by a guard who guided each movement with silent precision.
When the doors opened, the view revealed itself in all its grandeur: green fields waving softly to the horizon, small lakes reflecting the setting sky like liquid mirrors, and lush gardens surrounding stone paths, where exotic flowers and robust trees drew perfect patterns in the golden light.
The castle walls, marked by time, rose with imposing presence, adorned by fine sculptures and tapestries visible through the tall windows, while ornamented towers touched the colorful sky of sunset.
Even isolated, the North showed its wealth in every detail, silent and majestic.
Ereon walked with upright posture, firm steps, eyes attentive to every detail — the light breeze moving his short hair, the rustle of the leaves accompanying his rhythm, and the golden shine reflecting on his face, giving the moment an almost ceremonial character.
Ahead, outside the gate, Éon waited still. The straight posture, arms slightly apart, and black eyes fixed on Ereon created a silent contrast with the vibrant sky.
Each muscle of him transmitted patience and alertness, as if the entire world had slowed down only to observe them.
Silence extended for an instant, filled with expectation. Then Éon spoke, calm and firm voice, without irony:
"Late."
Ereon slightly tilted his head, a provocative smile appearing on his lips, arms crossed naturally:
"Well… what can I do if the king appreciates my company?"
The soft evening wind passed between them, carrying the smell of damp earth and flowers, while the sun slowly dove into the horizon, dyeing the landscape with warm and golden colors, illuminating every detail of the North as if the entire world were concentrated in that instant.
Ereon stopped at the edge of the main gate, breathing deeply, his eyes capturing the last golden light of the sunset reflecting on the castle towers.
"You may leave," he said to the guard, firm and steady voice. "Tell the king that I will take a brief exit. My brother seems eager to know a bit of the territory."
The guard swallowed dryly, visibly tense.
"No… I cannot allow you to walk without… without escort," he stammered, stepping back one step, as if measuring Ereon's courage against his duty.
Ereon arched an eyebrow, crossing his arms, provocative smile appearing on his lips:
"Well… I guess we'll have to do like the last time."
The guard swallowed dryly again, hesitated, and stepped back, recognizing that there was not much to do before the prince's firmness.
Éon, standing beside, watched the scene in silence, arms slightly apart. When the guard walked away, he asked calmly:
"What did you do for him to yield so fast?"
"Nothing much," answered Ereon, smiling lightly, tilting his head, keeping the careless posture.
With the path clear, the brothers began to walk toward the city of the territory.
The stone streets were well cared for, flanked by small wooden and stone houses, some with flowered balconies.
The sunset bathed everything in golden and pinkish tones, reflecting on the windows and on the roofs of the constructions.
Residents walked through the place: merchants carrying baskets of fruits, children running and laughing among the houses, women talking and waving to acquaintances, and some artisans finishing their works in front of the shops.
The air was impregnated with the smell of fresh bread, wood and damp earth, creating a cozy and lively feeling, even far from the great centers.
Ereon observed everything with attention, but without losing the relaxed posture; each detail called his silent curiosity, while he kept his provocative air.
Éon, beside him, walked with measured steps, black eyes absorbing every detail of the city, attentive to any sign that escaped the brother's attention.
They followed through the main streets, talking in a contained manner, observing the movement and the discreet richness of the territory, before approaching the most bustling district, where the brothel awaited them.
Ereon observed everything with silent curiosity; Éon, beside, absorbed every detail with attentive gaze.
"So… did you manage to finish everything in this last month?" asked Ereon. "We haven't seen each other since we separated in the marquisate."
"I managed to eliminate all who betrayed Nika," answered Éon, firm. "About Phoebrus… the brothels he frequented before leaving Tupania had divergent information of the Empire he would go to."
Ereon shrugged, provocative smile:
"A warning, just like before. He hasn't changed at all since sixteen centuries ago. But we don't need to hurry… we know he will run to Zeus."
Before he could continue the conversation, a girl in worn clothes appeared, holding a basket of roses.
Her intense and expressive blue eyes reflected firmness and melancholy; the dark-brown hair, short and slightly wavy, fell disordered over the still moist face.
The clear skin showed a light natural blush on the cheeks.
"Are you here to buy more flowers?" asked the girl, staring at them with an easy smile.
Ereon extended two gold coins:
"With this, you will manage to go to the temple before nightfall."
The girl smiled, thanked and quickly walked away, the basket of flowers swinging between her arms, spreading a light scent of roses through the air.
Éon watched Ereon, frowning slightly.
"What was it?" asked Ereon, noticing the brother's attentive look.
"I just thought her eyes were beautiful," answered Ereon, casual, returning to walk. "That's all."
Éon followed with his gaze the girl walking away before turning his attention back to Ereon.
They continued through the streets, observing the commerce and the residents: children ran among the stone and wooden houses, women talked carrying small goods, and artisans finished their works outdoors, taking advantage of the last light of the day.
Each sound and smell — fresh bread, damp wood, earth — added life to the city, while the golden light highlighted facades, windows and roofs.
Eventually, they arrived at the red zone, where the brothel awaited them. The movement was more intense; laughter, voices and hurried steps filled the space.
The smell of wood, burned candles and a touch of cheap perfumes hung in the air.
Even without lit lanterns, the sunset illuminated every detail, coloring facades, showcases and the clothes of the people who crossed their path, creating a lively and almost tangible atmosphere.
Éon stared at the women at the entrance of the brothel, frowning:
"Don't tell me we are going to enter…" he murmured.
Ereon crossed his arms, side smile appearing on his lips. The air seemed to weigh, but he kept the calm and steady posture:
"We came to fetch a dog who, since he left the marquisate, only knows how to Drink. Fuck. Drink again. Fuck again. And, when the money ends… remembers the way back to the castle."
While Ereon and Éon advanced through the stone streets toward the entrance of the brothel, the twilight bathed the Northern territory in golden and pinkish tones.
Each step echoed lightly, the silence broken only by the contained movements of the two brothers, firm posture and eyes attentive to every detail.
At the same time, inside one of the rooms of the brothel, the heat of the candles mixed with the sweet fragrance of the woman.
Karna held her by the hips, pressing his body against hers, feeling her warm skin vibrate under his firm hands.
His fingers explored her breasts, squeezing with precision, sliding smoothly over the curves, provoking arches and moans that filled the cramped space.
He laughed softly between her sighs, a deep and provocative sound.
She arched her back, pulling his white hair; Karna did not hesitate: he held her hips firmly, keeping her body against his, alternating slides and squeezes in an intense rhythm, almost cruel, but calculated.
He nibbled her neck, jaw, and shoulders, each touch causing involuntary tremors, increasing her dependence on the rhythm he dictated.
The moans intensified, each arch responding to a touch, each squeeze, each slide.
Karna leaned in, moving with agility and precision, alternating pressure and softness, lips close to hers, laughing softly between sighs, challenging her to keep up with his rhythm.
Then, a sudden memory crossed his mind: Brianna, in the marquisate, guiding every gesture, firm hands on him, white eyes shining with absolute control.
The heat of the memory increased his intensity; a low moan escaped his lips, arching over the woman.
She moaned loudly, arching again; he grabbed her hips more firmly, sliding his hands over her buttocks, every muscle reacting, squeezing, holding, guiding.
Each touch amplified the heat; the woman's moans mixed with the memory of Brianna, forming waves of intense pleasure.
Another flash of Brianna appeared, more vivid: confident form, firm touch, each sigh guided with precision, confident smile burning in Karna's memory.
He arched again, mixing present desire and burning memory, keeping a firm and provocative rhythm.
She gasped, arched, while he explored every curve, hands sliding over her breasts, squeezing, holding, guiding every movement.
Breathing and moans intertwined with Karna's soft laughter between sighs.
The intensity grew until both reached climax, waves of tension crossing the room, bodies united, each touch and moan pulsating with force.
Karna maintained firmness and control, still laughing between sighs, while final flashes of Brianna ran through his mind — firm touch, sighs, confident smile — amplifying the heat of the moment.
The room finally fell silent, only the warmth of the bodies, the smell of the candles, and the heavy breathing filling the space.
Karna held the woman still firmly, muscles relaxing little by little, while memories of Brianna continued crossing his mind, mixing present pleasure with burning memory.