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Lyra Brooks
His Majesty's Concubine: The Prince's Eunuch
His Majesty's Concubine: The Prince's Eunuch
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Summary:
Camille, the son of a wealthy merchant, never expects to be sold as an indentured slave to a brothel. However that is exactly what happens when his father dies and Camille himself is seized in order to repay the debt. It's hardly a consolation that it's the nicest brothel in town, it's still a whorehouse. Struggling with his change from pampered son to prostitute, Camille is set before a handsome man who wishes to enjoy his company for the night.
Andreas is handsome and salacious, he has used his position as heir to his brother's throne to sleep his way through half of the eligible young nobles in his court. Having returned from several years spent abroad, he finds the gentry fleeing from him. Desperate for release, he seeks out the company of a paid companion. Andreas is stuck by Camille's beauty at first glance and, after spending the night with the beautiful boy finds himself forever enthralled by this willing, virgin whore.
Excerpt:
"Before he had seen this potential client, he had been desperately hoping not to be picked tonight and was so nervous that he felt sick. Right when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the Madame had come into the presentation room and selected him to present to their VIP guest. He'd still been hoping that the man would prefer one of the other two boys until he had walked into the room.
The guest was clearly wealthy, that was something he could tell from a simple glance. He wore a dark blue coat over a white linen shirt and well fitted trousers that showed off his muscular form. He was also extremely handsome. Camille had always coveted a secret passion for tall aristocratic blondes.
He had barely any experience with romance but he had been pulled into an alcove for a quick kiss at a party in the palace that he had attended several years earlier. That young man had also been a tall blonde but this man was infinitely more masculine and confident than the lovely blonde boy who had stolen a kiss all those years ago.
It was partially that he was simply blessed with a face so gorgeous it made his knees weak. His shoulder-length golden blonde hair was fashionably pulled back in a low ponytail and secured with a blue velvet tie in the same shade as his coat. His face was every bit as handsome as the rest of him. The man's eyes were the bluest blue that Camille had ever seen and his square jaw was just so inherently masculine and appealing that he felt a need to lick his lips in anticipation. Clearly this customer styled himself with the full knowledge of how well he looked in that particular shade of navy and gold.
However there was also something about his manner that was magnetic. If it had just been his looks, he would have been handsome, surely, but not this attractive. He had a self assured manner that would come off as foolish arrogance in any lesser man but seemed perfectly suited to him. This blonde man was everything he was not, confident, wealthy, and so pale and golden that he put Camille in mind of the sun god. His nose was the only thing that made him seem human, it was ever so slightly off center in a way that spoke of being broken earlier in his life.
Camille had entered the room with terror in his heart and a deep desire not to be chosen as a companion. Now that he had stood before this handsome, powerful figure he found that he didn't want to see another chosen in his place. If he was going to sacrifice his virginity either way, he definitely wanted to spend his first night with this man. There was something about his demeanor that made the boy feel as if he would be a contentious lover if not a gentle one.
Camille knelt before the man in front of him, putting all of his feeling into the movement. Please see my value, please choose me, I promise to serve you in whatever way you want, just please choose me. Placing his palms out in front of him, he pressed his forehead to the floor in the most submissive of all bows."
Camille, the son of a wealthy merchant, never expects to be sold as an indentured slave to a brothel. However that is exactly what happens when his father dies and Camille himself is seized in order to repay the debt. It's hardly a consolation that it's the nicest brothel in town, it's still a whorehouse. Struggling with his change from pampered son to prostitute, Camille is set before a handsome man who wishes to enjoy his company for the night.
Andreas is handsome and salacious, he has used his position as heir to his brother's throne to sleep his way through half of the eligible young nobles in his court. Having returned from several years spent abroad, he finds the gentry fleeing from him. Desperate for release, he seeks out the company of a paid companion. Andreas is stuck by Camille's beauty at first glance and, after spending the night with the beautiful boy finds himself forever enthralled by this willing, virgin whore.
Excerpt:
"Before he had seen this potential client, he had been desperately hoping not to be picked tonight and was so nervous that he felt sick. Right when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the Madame had come into the presentation room and selected him to present to their VIP guest. He'd still been hoping that the man would prefer one of the other two boys until he had walked into the room.
The guest was clearly wealthy, that was something he could tell from a simple glance. He wore a dark blue coat over a white linen shirt and well fitted trousers that showed off his muscular form. He was also extremely handsome. Camille had always coveted a secret passion for tall aristocratic blondes.
He had barely any experience with romance but he had been pulled into an alcove for a quick kiss at a party in the palace that he had attended several years earlier. That young man had also been a tall blonde but this man was infinitely more masculine and confident than the lovely blonde boy who had stolen a kiss all those years ago.
It was partially that he was simply blessed with a face so gorgeous it made his knees weak. His shoulder-length golden blonde hair was fashionably pulled back in a low ponytail and secured with a blue velvet tie in the same shade as his coat. His face was every bit as handsome as the rest of him. The man's eyes were the bluest blue that Camille had ever seen and his square jaw was just so inherently masculine and appealing that he felt a need to lick his lips in anticipation. Clearly this customer styled himself with the full knowledge of how well he looked in that particular shade of navy and gold.
However there was also something about his manner that was magnetic. If it had just been his looks, he would have been handsome, surely, but not this attractive. He had a self assured manner that would come off as foolish arrogance in any lesser man but seemed perfectly suited to him. This blonde man was everything he was not, confident, wealthy, and so pale and golden that he put Camille in mind of the sun god. His nose was the only thing that made him seem human, it was ever so slightly off center in a way that spoke of being broken earlier in his life.
Camille had entered the room with terror in his heart and a deep desire not to be chosen as a companion. Now that he had stood before this handsome, powerful figure he found that he didn't want to see another chosen in his place. If he was going to sacrifice his virginity either way, he definitely wanted to spend his first night with this man. There was something about his demeanor that made the boy feel as if he would be a contentious lover if not a gentle one.
Camille knelt before the man in front of him, putting all of his feeling into the movement. Please see my value, please choose me, I promise to serve you in whatever way you want, just please choose me. Placing his palms out in front of him, he pressed his forehead to the floor in the most submissive of all bows."
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