THE GENERAL'S DISGRACED HEIR

The grand carriage rumbled steadily along the cobblestone road, its wheels clattering in rhythm with the hoofbeats of the armoured men on horseback that escorted it. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the lush fields and dense forests surrounding the path to Eldoria, the capital of their county.

The soldiers, clad in gleaming silver armour, were vigilant, their eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of danger as they guided their horses with precision and discipline. Banners fluttered in the breeze, each bearing the crest of the branch house Maison Le Gor, a symbol of power and tradition that stretched back centuries.

Inside the carriage, the luxury was palpable. The walls were cushioned with ornate velvet upholstery, the golden threads woven into intricate patterns that reflected the wealth of its occupants.

The air was thick with the scent of aged leather, incense, and the faint sweetness of lavender oil, subtly masking the more earthly odors of travel. Plush seats, soft as a cloud, lined the sides, their fabric a deep maroon, perfectly polished brass rivets holding them in place.

The wooden accents gleamed with the care of expert craftsmanship, polished to a sheen that mirrored the dim light spilling through the small, draped windows.

Seated in the far corner was Elder Noble Maison, his expression unreadable, the lines of age etched deeply into his face. His pale eyes were sharp and calculating, a man who had seen decades of political intrigue and wielded power like a seasoned blade.

His attire was impeccable, a dark blue robe adorned with silver embroidery, the sigil of his house displayed proudly over his chest. Rings adorned his fingers, each one a symbol of the alliances he had forged and the enemies he had vanquished. His demeanour exuded authority, a man not to be questioned lightly.

Across from him sat Captain Kaelen, the famed commander of the noble's personal guard. His muscular frame filled the seat with ease, his silver armour polished to a gleam that rivalled the carriage's decor.

A fur-lined cloak rested on his broad shoulders, his helm placed neatly at his side. His grey face remained stoic, his eyes trained out the small window, ever alert despite the seeming calm of the journey. He was a man of few words, preferring action over conversation, and his mere presence exuded strength and reliability.

Kneeling between them, head lowered in quiet submission, was a maid dressed in the humble uniform of the household staff. Her hands rested lightly on her lap as she waited for any command from the elder noble.

Her dark hair was neatly pinned, and her posture, though unassuming, was one of practised grace. She was not there by choice but by duty, serving the will of her master as expected of her station.

Elder Maison's cold gaze turned to her, his fingers idly drumming against the armrest as the carriage continued its journey.

The maid moved closer in between Elder Noble Maison's legs and unbuttoned his pants as he took out his flaccid cock, gently using her soft hands to stroke it.

Elder Maison's cold, calculating gaze shifted from the passing countryside to the imposing figure of Captain Kaelen seated across from him. His thin lips curled into the faintest of smirks as his eyes glinted with something between amusement and curiosity. He let a moment pass, his fingers still tapping lightly on the armrest, before speaking in his low, gravelly voice.

"Captain Kaelen," he began, his tone casual but laced with underlying authority. "Tell me, why do you confine yourself in this stuffy carriage when the fresh air and open road await you outside? Surely, a man of your stature would prefer the saddle of a horse to this… luxurious cage."

The maid, kneeling at his feet, continued her sensual ministrations, her delicate fingers moving over his boots as if seeking to draw pleasure from the mere act of service. Her actions, though provocative, went unnoticed by the captain, whose attention remained firmly fixed on the window.

Outside, the guards rode in perfect formation, their figures steady and watchful. Kaelen's expression didn't change as the elder noble's question hung in the air, his body a statue of discipline and control.

Without turning his head, Captain Kaelen finally responded, his voice a deep rumble that contrasted with the elder's smoother tone. "My lord, it is not my preference that should concern you. It is my duty. I ride where you ride, whether it be in the saddle or in the confines of this carriage. Should any danger arise, it is my responsibility to be at your side, not outside admiring the scenery."

His words were clipped and professional, his tone carrying the weight of years of service. He had long grown accustomed to the whims and musings of the noble class, and despite his warrior's soul yearning for the freedom of the open air, he would never shirk his duty. That was the code he lived by.

Maison's smirk faded slightly, and his pale eyes narrowed as he observed the captain. The man's loyalty was as unwavering as ever, but there was something in Kaelen's demeanour that intrigued him—something that suggested the captain's restraint wasn't simply out of obligation, but perhaps a measure of control over his own desires.

The maid's fingers trailed higher, brushing against Elder Maison's thigh, her eyes half-lidded and lips slightly pucked as she performed her silent, erotic service, she parted her lips and took in his rod bobbing her head up and down. The elder noble, however, seemed indifferent to her actions, his mind more focused on the exchange with the captain than the pleasures being offered at his feet.

"Ah, yes, duty," Maison said, his voice a touch more reflective now. "It binds us all, does it not? Yet, I wonder, Kaelen… Do you never long for a moment's reprieve from such constraints? A fleeting indulgence, perhaps?"

Captain Kaelen's gaze remained firmly on the landscape outside, his jaw tightening ever so slightly, though his face betrayed no other emotion. "Indulgence is a luxury I cannot afford, my lord. Not when your safety is at stake."

Maison chuckled softly, a sound devoid of warmth. "Always the loyal soldier."

The maid's movements grew bolder, but still, Captain Kaelen did not so much as glance in her direction. His focus remained absolute, his mind sharp, scanning the horizon for any threat that might emerge. To him, this journey was no casual trip—it was a mission, and as long as Elder Maison was under his protection, he would allow no distraction to sway him.

The carriage rocked gently as it continued its path toward Eldoria, the noble capital looming ever closer with each passing mile. Elder Maison, content with the captain's response, leaned back in his seat, his attention shifting lazily back to the maid. He reached down, fingers tangling in her hair, though his mind was elsewhere.

"Well then," he said softly, his voice like silk, "let us hope there is no need for your sword today, Captain. After all, it would be such a shame to interrupt this… pleasant journey."

Kaelen gave no reply, but his hand rested lightly on the hilt of his sword, ever ready, ever vigilant.

Elder Maison leaned back, one hand tightly gripping the maid's hair as she diligently serviced him. The lavish carriage rocked gently as it moved down the cobblestone road toward Eldoria, but the elder noble's focus was split between the pleasurable sensations coursing through him and the stoic figure of Captain Kaelen sitting across from him.

"Tell me, Captain," Maison said, his voice low, guttural with pleasure. "What are your thoughts on this year's coming-of-age ceremony?"

Kaelen's gaze was fixed outside the window, barely acknowledging the intimate scene unfolding in front of him. His expression remained cold, impassive, as though he had long trained himself to ignore the hedonistic excesses of the nobleman. Maison's indulgence was no surprise to him.

"I've never been one to care much for these ceremonies," Kaelen replied bluntly. "A bunch of children pretending to be warriors. It's not something that normally interests me."

Maison let out a soft groan as the maid's movements grew bolder, but he was still keen to hear the captain's thoughts. "But this year is different, isn't it?" he pressed, his hand tightening in the maid's hair. "I get the sense you're not entirely dismissive this time."

Kaelen's eyes narrowed slightly as he continued to gaze out the window. His tone remained measured, though there was a subtle edge to his voice now. "I have high hopes for this year," he admitted. "The young ones may play at being warriors, but one of them stands apart."

Maison, his pleasure mounting, let out a deep moan, but he was too intrigued by Kaelen's remark to let the conversation drop. "David…" he muttered, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You think the boy is special, don't you?"

Captain Kaelen didn't immediately respond. Instead, he reached over and unlatched the door of the carriage, letting it swing open. "We've arrived in Eldoria, my lord," he announced, a thin smile tugging at his lips. "Perhaps you should finish up your… business."

Maison chuckled through a guttural groan, thoroughly amused by Kaelen's unflinching professionalism. "Always so composed, Captain," he mused before turning his attention back to the maid. "Up," he commanded, pulling her to her feet. His eyes burned with lust as he issued his next order. "Spread your legs."

The maid complied without hesitation, her body trembling slightly as she stood before him. The elder noble's eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction, but his mind still lingered on the thought of David. The boy had become something unexpected, and even Maison couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for what was to come.

Meanwhile, Captain Kaelen closed the door with a quiet click, his face now shadowed with a predatory grin. He fell into step beside the carriage as it rolled into Eldoria, walking alongside the armoured escort. His thoughts, too, were on David.

The young man had shown promise, far beyond what anyone had expected. Kaelen couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something about David—something that made him believe this year's coming-of-age ceremony would be far more eventful than any before.

"Things are going to get very interesting," Kaelen muttered to himself, his grin widening. The air of Eldoria felt charged, as though the city itself was holding its breath for whatever came next.

David would either rise to heights no one could predict—or fall spectacularly. Either way, Kaelen was determined to see it through.