Chapter 22

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"Ow! Fuck! Stick me with one more pin and I'll-"

"Kyree," Ambrose clasped his lover's hand from behind, shaking his head gently with a smile on his lips, "don't be rude," Kyree scowled at Ambrose but did as he said and stayed quiet for the remainder of the fitting with the tailor.

"I am finished, my Lord," the tailor rose to his feet, ensuring to keep his eyes on the carpet for fear of making eye contact with his soon to be king. The tailor had already been late, due to the high security for the coronation later that evening, so had tried his best to work fast.

Kyree stepped down from the podium, striding over to the full-length mirror, Ambrose following at his heel with a grin on his face. His suit was that same beautiful shade of obsidian as Ambrose's horns, Kyree's new favourite colour. The fabric shimmered in the light, just as Ambrose's horns did.

"You like it, baby?" Ambrose purred in Kyree's ear, "I picked the colour out just for you, remembered how much you like it on me," Kyree groaned as Ambrose caught his earlobe between his teeth, biting down hard enough that he knew there would be a mark.

"Out," Kyree demanded the tailor, pleased with how fast the little man scuttled from the room. The second Kyree heard the door click shut, he pressed Ambrose against the wall to the left of them, covering his mouth with his own. Ambrose complied with a soft moan and a tug of Kyree's hair, his other hand clutching the lapel of Kyree's suit, as if holding himself up for fear his knees may buckle.

Kyree's mouth trailed down Ambrose's neck, leaving one deep purple bruise after another across his demon's tanned skin. Ambrose's mewls and purrs were loud, then again, Ambrose always was loud, he knew it turned Kyree on. Kyree was marking his lover, knowing that all eyes would be on them tonight, he wanted everyone to know what was his.

"Mine," he murmured against Ambrose's abused flesh, nipping at the place just below his lover's jaw, marvelling in the primal groan that resonated through him.

"Yours," Ambrose agreed, his chest heaving as his breath got taken from him by another quick nip across his throat from Kyree, "forever, baby," Kyree took a step back, admiring the myriad of mauve marks littered across Ambrose's throat. Purple was Kyree's favourite colour on Ambrose.

"You're really gonna just stop?" Ambrose almost whined, reaching out in an attempt to tug Kyree back into his arms, "got me all worked up for nothing, baby?" Ambrose pouted, making his already full, raw lips look somehow more luscious.

"And what would you want me to do?" Kyree straightened his suit jacket, cocking an eyebrow as he watched Ambrose, "my king?" Ambrose's eyes glowed a deep black, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Well, it is gonna be such a long night, baby," Ambrose closed the distance between him and his lover, "and no doubt you'll be swaying your ass all night, just tempting me," Ambrose purred seductively, his lustful gaze intent on Kyree.

"Shit, I'm interrupting again, aren't I?" Saige's voice drifted into the room, "sorry, dads, I'll come back," Kyree chuckled softly, shaking his head gently.

"You do have impeccably inopportune timing, my dear," Kyree turned, smiling as Ambrose's arms snaked around his hips from behind, holding him against the demon, "what did you need?"

"Luci's getting restless, he says it's only an hour before the coronation and he hasn't seen either of you yet. So he sent me, as usual," Ambrose tittered quietly behind Kyree, resting his chin on his lover's shoulder.

"I have never heard anyone call my father Luci, he is your grandfather, you know, you can address him as that if you wish."

"I like Luci, grandfather is way too formal. Anyway, don't change the subject, get dressed before he spontaneously combusts," Ambrose smiled at his daughter, she may not have been Kyree's blood but she sure as hell acted as if she were.

"You too, honey, tell him we'll be no longer than ten minutes," as Saige exited the room, Ambrose let go of Kyree, striding over to the wardrobe.

"Tell me again, how does this coronation work?" Kyree was overly nervous, and he wasn't even truly being crowned. Until they married, Kyree would only be a prince. He would be more of an advisor whilst he was in that position, then when they decided to marry he would gain a lot more control and their wedding day would act as Kyree's coronation.

Ambrose had given him the option of marrying the same day as the coronation but Kyree wasn't ready for that. It wasn't that he didn't love Ambrose, or that he didn't want to spend the rest of his eternal life with him. It was the fear that their wedding could have the same unhappy ending as Kyree had with Alexander. He couldn't bear that, silently hoping that if they just never married the threat and fear would dwindle within him.

"You don't have much to do, baby," Ambrose reassured, shedding his clothing and dressing in his suit. It was similar to the one that Kyree had worn for his trial. The subtle silver inlay had a soft reddish tinge to it, glistening in the light as Ambrose moved.

"After I have been crowned, you merely pledge an oath to me. The people have yet to find out about us, only my father's closest friends and colleagues have been told. Hopefully, they should take our companionship well."

"And what about Saige?"

"She will pledge the oath too," Ambrose caught sight of Kyree's pale and nervous stare, "baby, you're gonna be fine, OK? Everything is gonna go fine," Ambrose cupped Kyree's cheek, tipping his head up so their eyes locked. Ambrose had always loved Kyree's hazel eyes, but having one of his grey-blue iris' in his lover somehow looked so much better.

"What about the assassin? Surely he's gonna be there. And what if we lose control? What if we summon Abigor?" Kyree was babbling, his sheer terror consuming him with every passing moment.

"The security is higher than it's ever been, baby, he won't be able to get in. No one can use their powers in the coronation hall, the bricks are laced with devil's snare," devil's snare, also known as Datura stramonium, the one plant in the entire human or underworld that could inhibit a demon's powers. The assassin used it in every one of his murder attempts, which was why they took so long to heal from.

"I don't know, Amb, I can't help but feel this is all just a bad idea. I mean, I wish you could postpone this until we found the assassin, you being so out in the open would be such an easy for him to-" Ambrose shut Kyree up by pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, rubbing his thumb over Kyree's cheekbone.

"Calm, baby, you need to stay calm. We're all gonna be fine, I promise."


The coronation hall was most definitely grand. Simply the doorway leading into it had such beautiful craftsmanship Kyree wondered how it was that someone like him was to enter. He had simply wanted to be Ambrose's knight, yet now he was being crowned as a prince. It still felt so surreal.

"Baby?" Ambrose's voice roused Kyree from his thoughts.

"Hmm?" Kyree made eye contact with his lover, a weak smile on his lips.

"I asked if you were OK, you looked distant," Kyree let out a breath, ignoring the trembling in his hands.

"Being like this, waiting to walk down an aisle to the man I love. I can't help noticing the similarities of a wedding," Kyree admitted, worry in his heterochromic eyes, "just don't leave, OK? Please, don't leave my side before you have to," Ambrose smiled tenderly, pressing a chaste kiss to Kyree's lips.

"I have nowhere to go, I am exactly where I am supposed to be," the chatter from the hall was growing louder, indicative of restless demons awaiting the crowning of their new king.

"Ready?" Saige piped up, stepping next to Kyree. She looked breathtaking in her deep black gown. It was sheer and short in the middle, with black flowers littered over the material. Yet there was a more opaque fabric around it similar to a coat. It sat tightly up Saige's arms and tied in the middle of her stomach before flowing loosely down to the floor, leaving her legs to be viewed by all.

"You look radiant, my dear," Kyree murmured, kissing her lilac hair before linking her arm with his. Ambrose was to go first, to enter alone prior to Kyree and Saige. It would then be obvious to the people that Kyree was to be crowned too, if only as a prince.

With the flash of a compassionate smile to his lover, Ambrose set off into the hall, feeling the weakening effect of the devil's snare the second he set foot into the room. Silence reigned as he strode smoothly down the aisle toward his father stood at the opposite end. All eyes were on him, demon men and women alike drinking in his striking appearance.

When he took his place at the end of the aisle, glancing back toward the door, awaiting Kyree and Saige's entrance, the demon felt his chest tightening. Flashes of that fateful day echoed through Kyree's mind, the day that was supposed to bring him such joy but instead haunted him relentlessly.

Images in front of Kyree's eyes seemed to swim as he tried desperately to calm himself enough to take a breath. He was trembling, his entire body wracked with tremors as he simply stared fearfully at the aisle he should have already been walking down.

"Dad? Ky, what's wrong?" Saige questioned gingerly the second she felt Kyree's grip tighten. Kyree could sense the bemusement of everyone around him. Saige wondering why they weren't moving, the demons in the hall wondering why the ceremony hadn't begun and, most of all, Ambrose wondering if Kyree had left him.

That thought struck him the hardest, like a slap across the face. He couldn't do that to Ambrose, wouldn't do that. He knew what it was like to be left there, at an altar, be it a wedding or otherwise, just simply to be left waiting on the one you love only to have them never appear.

"Don't let go," Kyree muttered to Saige, slipping his hand into hers rather than having his arm linked with hers. The first step was the hardest, the dulling effect of the devil's snare slowing his movements just a little. Yet, he felt such strength as he saw Ambrose's face light up at the sight of him.

Soft gasps echoed through the room from the demons. Maybe it was from people who knew Kyree, or maybe others were just surprised by the entrance of Kyree and his daughter. Yet no one spoke, simply observed as Kyree made his way to his position next to Ambrose.

"I was worried there for a second," Ambrose whispered, "thought you weren't coming," Kyree slipped his free hand into Ambrose's, caressing the back of his knuckles.

"I would never leave you like that, I love you too much."

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