The time spent on Dele didn’t go wasted. Darreth was tending to the needs of the King, and Zakar, should they need him by his side. Small council meetings were necessary for the upcoming coronation, and this decision to marry the youngest of House Canalo seemed more and more apparent. It was a necessary decision to be made, but it weighed heavy on Darreth’s heart. Seeing Zakar having to go away and meet with someone, maybe Abril himself or other members of House Canalo, their time spent together seemed limited. There were a couple of times when they would promise to meet, but Zakar couldn’t make it due to having been requested elsewhere. Darreth would need to get used to that, as he would be king one day. And he would be at his side, being his Hand, fulfilling his duties, then letting Zakar retire how he pleased for the day.
They did have plans earlier but as predicted, Zakar was needed elsewhere and Darreth had the rest of the evening to himself. He had seen a lot of Dele so far, and had been with a few different men for his pleasure. He had noticed the prince, Emory, look his way a few times while they were in court, and have spoken a handful of times, even if it was just small talk. Darreth decided to pay him a visit, perhaps they could attend a show or take a walk. Darreth knew his manners as he was raised properly. He brought a bottle of fine whiskey when he came to visit the prince in his chambers. Although when the door opened, not much words were spoken between the two of them.
Meaning, they were already sitting on the prince’s chaise lounge, lips attached to one another, holding each other close. Through whispers, Darreth had been told he had a bit of a nickname. The Gentleman’s Hand, a sort of play on being the new hand of King Mathias, but also it was sort of known Darreth knew how to make a man feel good. He’s been with plenty of noblemen, royals, regular men. Seemed as if stories went around, telling tales of how good Darreth was in bed. His kiss pulled back so he could press his lips to Emory’s neck, and he gently pulled the prince so close, he got him to straddle his lap. “May I?” Darreth asked, referring to the top the other wore, as he wanted to remove it from his torso. His excitement had grown hard, and he was sure the prince could feel it against his ass.
