Prologue It was a vicious bloody world in which they lived. Yet if they had the opportunity they knew that they would not change it for any other. Nicholas stood at the top of the tall tower, looking out across the land before him. A kingdom fit for a prince! If only he were the Prince... The prince of this kingdom was tied to a chair behind Nicholas, whimpering away in a royal manner. Nicholas slowly turned around, his short spiky blonde hair moving in time with the air current that sailed through the small window. The Prince looked up at him, his bottom royal lip quivering in fear. Nicholas smiled. ‘No need to be scared, Your Highness. My companion wants but to have a little bit of fun with you. It’s his way, you know?’ Nicholas looked over at the companion in question, with a sneer. Nicholas’s companion sneered back, his fine bone structure made him look like a statue that had come to life. ‘Oh yes,’ Nicholas continued. ‘My companion does like his games. And we are both so glad that you agreed to oblige him, Your Highness.’ He walked up to the Prince and placed a hand on the royal knee. Nicholas leaned in close so that their noses were touching. ‘I thank you, for allowing me to inherit your little kingdom.’ He playfully bit the Prince’s nose then backed away. ‘You finished with him now?’ Nicholas let out a long theatrical sigh. ‘Bradley Bradley Bradley, you are always so impatient. But, yes, I am finished with him now.’ He nodded to the kingdom beyond the window. ‘I have what I want.’ Bradley licked his lips. ‘Good. Now I can get what I want.’ ‘Can I watch?’ Nicholas asked politely. Bradley approached the Prince, running his hand down his own chest. ‘Only if you promise to be quiet.’ ‘I’m sure I can do that.’ ‘Good.’ Bradley used his left leg to part open the Prince’s legs. ‘Now be a good boy, and don’t scream.’