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stipend from the royal government and building more homes, more businesses, and even more schools.
     Elian had always thought it was such a waste that there were no museums, theater halls, no places for children born with the marks of creativity on their person to go and practice and perform. Perhaps now that he was the Royal Coração he could build a park in Karts?
    He quickly shoved that thought away and shook his head mentally. No one listened to coraçãos. They were nothing but bed warmers unless they had the markings of being something else, something much more special. Elian thought of Tabansi, the young coração who had also been born a doctor, and sighed wistfully. How he wished that his own heart had something else on top of it.
    “Are you feeling unwell?” Nevin asked from beside him, and Elian jumped at being addressed. Jerking his eyes away from the passing forests outside, Elian looked over at his new husband. Nevin’s black hair had been slicked back away from his face, making his hazel-brown eyes stand out prominently in his face. Elian felt himself falling as he stared into Nevin’s eyes, watching as the hazel-brown turned golden. Elian gasped as Nevin’s eye color changed and without thinking, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against the older man’s.
    Nevin’s quick intake of breath almost had him pulling away, but the steel bands of the older man’s arms keeping him in place prevented Elian’s escape. Allowing his eyes to close, Elian draped his arms up and over Nevin’s shoulders, not protesting as Nevin pulled him up across his lap. Elian ran his fingers through Nevin’s hair, the black strands wrapping around his digits like silk even as he pressed his ass down on top of Nevin’s erection. Elian shivered as Nevin jerked his hips upward, groaning as his erection pressed against his ass. Gods, Elian wanted Nevin so badly it hurt.
    Drifting his hands down over Nevin’s face and neck, Elian began unbuttoning his shirt when two pairs of hands drifted down over his shoulders, back, torso, and hips. How could he have forgotten that he had two other husbands? That was just bad miscalculation on his part. Pulling his lips away from Nevin’s and groaning as he kissed his way down Elian's neck, he let his head fall back and pursed his lips for either Corbin or Gaige to take in their own. He shivered in delight as Corbin’s lips slammed down over his own as Gaige’s lips wrapped around his left hand. The hand he didn’t even remember the other man picking up.
    Elian’s eyes flew open when the carriage came to an abrupt halt and the sound of shouting was heard from outside. Without any words being exchanged, Elian found himself pressed down onto the floor of the vehicle even as his three husbands, one by one, slowly crept out of the door. Each of them ordering him to stay inside and stay pressed down on the floor until they told him it was okay to move. His body trembled as he listened to the sound of shouting and fighting outside. Worry knotted in his gut, bile rose in his throat, and Elian pressed his eyes closed tightly while he tried not to cry out in fear and horror.
    When the door to the carriage flew open, Elian screamed loudly in terror as he stared into the black eyes of the intruder.
    “You’re Zevinxian,” he breathed out seconds before the man was run through with the end of Corbin’s saber.
    Elian pressed his hand to his mouth to hold back the vomit that threatened to rise and his limbs shook as fear twisted and twirled around the muscles and bones in his body. The burning fires of a nightmare raced up from his toes while the icy tendrils of soul crushing fear flowed from the top of his head down. The two opposing sides curled together in his stomach and unable to help himself, Elian leaned forward out of the carriage and lost the small amount of food he’d consumed.
    Right on top of the dead assailant.
    When he’d expelled everything from his belly, Elian wiped his mouth