Sins of Lust Filled Love Pt 1

A Chapter by Tsukin Archangel

(Note: Cairan's name has been changed to to Ciaran for that is the masculine spelling of it) Ciaran and Shep have been seperated and now their worlds begin to fall apart...

-Betrothed-

Sins of Lust Filled Love

Part 1

Shep scanned the room, sea green eyes drawn to the erratic, disorderly, uncontrollable forms of unruly males, their antics nothing if not unsightly. Annoying. He felt exposed as he walked into the classroom; vulnerable, if not slightly superior and didn't understand why he had to endure this torture. There had been nothing wrong with his old school in Verlorene; there, people knew to leave him alone, there the people knew of his status and respected it. No harsh words need be exchanged, no insults to ones lineage, no slander to ones bloodline required. There had been a routine in Verlorene, one that saved ones pride and everyone followed. One that made it clear what was and was not acceptable. But here that was different. Here there was the lawlessness of a country tavern. Here he feared he may have to resort to such tactics to avoid being bothered. These "free" people seemed to have no notion of the word "privacy".

Shep sighed and chose a desk in the furthest corner of the room, setting his rapier Kabbelung beside him and resting his head in the crook of his arm, angling himself away from the group in an obvious attempt to try to remain as disconnected from them as possible; a fact he hoped would be seen and not ignored. It had been a parting gift from his father, a sign of his trust in Shep's abilities to grow and succeed. A constant reminder of the words he had spoken to him on the long ride here. Words he'd wish he could forget.

"Befriend them Shepherd, make them your allies, you may never know when you may be in need of their assistance."

He scoffed. He had no desire to be among these strange people, he had no desire to be in this new environment but his father had demanded it, claiming that he was too introverted, too reclusive, too into himself and didn't interact enough with others. So here he was, in this foreign place, this foreign school, this foreign land, with its strange foreign ideas. Ideas like rule by the people, Democracy, a land without a king, a land free of a monarch or ruling family, a land full of disorder and promiscuity. He shivered from the very notion.

"Cold?"

Shep turned, sea green eyes meeting deep brown, momentarily losing himself in their depths against his better judgment. That was unnatural, that went against everything he strived to be, disconnected; what was his mind doing to him? He turned away as nonchalantly as possible, hoping it wasn't obvious that he had been staring. "That's not really your concern is it?"

The boy laughed, placing a hand on his hip, the action making his raven black curls bounce and glint in the air. He was fairly handsome, Shep conceded, though that still explained nothing of the strange fluttering in his chest, he'd seen plenty of handsome men back in the castle that didn't incite this reaction. The sea prince scrunched his face and moved to bury his head deeper into his arms.

"No I suppose it's not," The pale youth replied. "Though I would very much like it to be."

Shep shot the boy a look. "You're awfully invasive aren't you?"

"So I've been told," He paused before holding out his hand. "The name's Ciaran, Ciaran Biard First Prince of Geata-"

Shep cut him off. "Geata Ifreann., I'm aware."

Ciaran rubbed the back of his head, his hand still held out for a shake. "I see... and you are?"

Shep eyed the hand lazily for a moment, his critical mind calculating the possible advantages and disadvantages of accepting his hand. Shep shrugged to himself and slowly held out his own. What could it hurt? He'd be fulfilling his father's request, he was making friends.

"Shep of-" He stopped himself the second half of his father's message playing in his head.

"Do not tell them of your lineage. Let them come to follow you for who you are, not what your title says you are." He scoffed to himself. He didn't understand why he should hide who he was. He was a third prince, there was nothing they could gain from someone so far down the line for the throne. No matter though, he'd obey his father's wishes.

"-of... Olympus." Shep lied quickly. "Third son of Dalus the Architect."

First rule of lying, be sure you can back it up. He was betrothed to his daughter, Diana; he knew just about everything there was to know about that family. The perfect cover.

"Well nice to meet you Shep of Olympus," Ciaran smiled, a small seductive smile, and Shep felt his cheeks tinging red. He quickly turned away from the boy prince, mortified by his reaction.

Just what was wrong with him?

-Betrothed-

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Author's Note

SO HERE'S CHAP 2 FINALLY (not really edited still GOMEN!!! THe middle has errors I think) Anyway hope you liked it! Who's your fav char? Fav moment? How are you likin it so far?

**Edit** After being told that the chap is too long I decided to break it up as suggested... sooooo hopefully more people will read it then.

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Coyote Poetry

My friend. Need to break up the chapters. A very long story. Would have more readers . Hard to find time to read when over a 1000 words. I like the story. I will come back later and read with more patience. Thank you for sharing the story.
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