Any Story LGBTQ+ Paranormal/Supernatural Romance

A velvet curtain hung on golden hoops across matching golden bars, blocking out the wondrous sunlight from the throne room. A podium with three shiny, golden, high-back, throne chairs sat dead center. On top of the center exuberant chair hung a crown with six spikes topped with rubies. The seat to the right sat on equal footing with the center one, but held a simple round crown made of solid gold. The one on the left side sat about three inches lower than the other two, and no crowns hung over it, only a patch with a shield sporting a wolf wearing the crown shown above the center throne, and two crossed swords underneath it.

“Daro, it is time you arrived.” Father’s Western accent reminded me of the old black and white movies Grandpa Alex used to watch on Sunday mornings before he checked on his moonshine stills. “Your trip took longer, I presume?”

What little father knew. I’d been inside the walls of his castle for six months. That fact spoke of how easy someone could eliminate him if they wished. What I wanted was much bigger. What I wanted was treasonous. What I wanted required an army of creatures ready to turn on what their Lord deemed the necessary way of life.

“How was your trip? Why did you not let me send some guards to escort you home?”

“There was no reason to make a grand show of my arrival. I doubt people even remember you have a son.” Why would they, he allowed my mom to raise me in her sector of the country. The Eastern Sector was one with all four seasons, oceans, moutains, and plains. My mom’s homeland was at the foot of a mountain in a small area with only about five-hundred people. Grandpa Alex assisted mom in raising me, teaching me well-rounded values of hard work and friendship to all. Grandpa Alex and mom talked a lot about how it was when the Dark Realm was accessable to everyone. There was many trips to the Light Realm, where I made many friends among the Angels and faries. It was their teachings that brought about the plot that I began eight months ago.

Grandpa Alex exploded when the letter arrived from father. He called him names that I never heard my Grandpa say before. Mom tried to calm him, and remind him that they both knew the day would come when Lord Zarus would wish his son to come to his side to take his place as Lord of Earth Realm. Grandpa went on a spill about how the two of them worked hard to raise him to be kind to all creatures, not be a hardcore, evil, vile man who let his broken heart rule instead of what was best for the Earth Realm. Grandpa Alex’s comment made me question him on what he meant, and the answer sickened me. Created a sense of hatred in my heart for my father, but mom told me my father wasn’t all that bad. He had some good points when he was with Lord Thadus, he ruled with a heart of peace and kindness, which is why she agreed to carry his son, the one and only good thing the man had done in all these years. It was the mixture of mom and Grandpa Alex’s words that got my mind to swirling and a plan forming. All I had to do was find one person who could aid me in getting inside the castle well-before the time frame I gave my father. Luckly mom still had some friends among the castle who felt like she did and she was still in contact with them. She trusted them enough to put me into their hands. With their aid, my plan began taking shape, but not fast enough. The hardest part still needed to form, but I ran out of time. I had to begin my training for succession to the throne.