Sabre watched as Flori finished her breakfast and he smiled at her.
"It is exciting to be going home at last, I am sure you will love it there....won't she Abigor?" He said with a bright amused grin.
Today was going to be good, the final preparations for going back to the Tenth Ring were being made, the Prince would suffer his downfall tonight and return to the Tenth as a shamed prisoner. Poor Jelenis was suddenly going to find things very hard, locked up in a prison cell, though a comfortable one, his lover to be his jailer. To have such a perfect moment only to have it all come crashing down on him.
He, Himself would formally be crowned king, and the crown that once graced his father's head would now sit upon his. He had also done his duty and created an heir, though he prayed the child would be male, a successor...women never took the throne in the Rings. Should a daughter be born, once of age she would be married to a rich noble, or maybe a general.
Then there would be the first night with Abigor in the King's private quarters. He was nervous and full of anticipation at the same time. 'Gor would be exacting in what he desired and Sabre had signed his rights away in the bedroom...Abigor would be his master in that space, not like out in public where Sabre was Lord and Master of all.