Brict the Goblin Prince: Part Two (rough draft)

The chill of the mountains is not something you’ve gotten used to over time like everything else. Waking up knowing that the floor is going to be ice cold and the day won’t warm until after the noon sun rises above the peaks has been the hardest thing you have had to acclimate to. Everything else about your life in the goblin royal palace has been fine. Until recently, that is.

“Good morning, your highness!” You’re greeted chipperly as you make your way to the warm dining hall.

“Good morning.” You clutch a robe around you while most of the goblins in the halls still go around near nude. It reminded you of how much you missed your husband’s own naked form.

All the uproar and commotion caused by the recent unification has kept your husband, the now King Brict, away on important matters. He’s been going across the Cobra Strait often to the Rakshasa Kingdom.

“You have a letter this morning.” You’re greeted with a tray of mail as soon as you sit at the table, your back turned to the massive fireplace.

You excitedly reach for the stack of letters, hoping to see one from your husband. “Thank you Grit!” You exclaim to your advisor.

Grit adds logs to the fire while you search the stack of letters. The usual ones from your family in Charbagne, your sister and her husband Ikid, along with some from your friends scattered amongst the empire. You then find one from Brict and happily tear into it.

Grit joins you at the table, serving you coffee while you peruse the letter. He looks at you just as your expression drops and your guts sink into the pit of your stomach.

“He’s not coming home,” you mutter.

Grit sets the coffee pot aside as you stare at your empty plate and slowly move the letter into your lap where you can’t see it.

“There must be some mistake, your highness.” Grit takes the letter from you. “He said he would return in time for the Festival of Cups.”

“He can’t make it,” you murmur. “There’s too much going on.”

Grit huffs and places his hand upon your arm. “I’ll write back to him and insist that-”

You move away from the table, pushing your chair back. “There’s no need. If he’s not coming back for the festival, then this must be important to him. I wouldn’t dare call him away if that’s the case.”

He looks from you, to the letter, and then to your untouched coffee cup. “Your highness, what about your breakfast?”

“I’m not hungry.” You leave the dining hall, going back into the cold hallway.

It was hard enough dealing with all these royal matters by yourself, but you had been glad to do it to help your husband. Brict was working so hard to assure your kingdom remained safe and protected, the least you could do was assure his home was also left in the same care. What hurt was the rumors that had spread, and the whispers she heard in the corners. No heir had been produced yet, and that of course got everyone talking.

You had decided to go to the study in order to do some work, but instead you bypassed it and went into your chambers where you laid down upon the bed.You missed your husband beside you, you missed him holding you and kissing you. You had never felt such loneliness as you did without Brict there.

He had been so attentive and loving during your first few months together. Ever since the Elamont you took, the two of you had been inseparable. This sudden separation made you wonder if he was staying away because he was bored with you now, maybe even annoyed. Your thoughts wander along these darks paths that you try to avoid, but the more he’s absent the further you travel down them. The rumors spreading about didn’t help either. Some days it felt like Grit and his family were the only comfort you had.

Grit’s wife, Tulka, who was also Brict’s elder sister, came into your room later that day. She sat by you on the bed and stroked your hand.

“I don’t think wallowing in your sadness again will do anyone any good. But if you cannot rise, I understand,” she says calmly.

You sigh heavily, slowly sitting up to look her in the eye. “I know what he’s doing is important. I just feel like-no, never mind.” You look away towards the window.

Tulka squeezes your hand tight. “Never mind the never mind, you finish what you started. Tell me, and if I hear what I think I am going to, I’ll go and fetch that twirp of a king myself.”

You shook your head. “No, Tulka, I wouldn’t dare do that to him.”

Tulka frowned and her ears went down. “It doesn’t matter, he’s hurting you, and I know my brother. If he knew that, he’d understand and come home. He could do his business from here.”

“I know it’s important to him, and it’s important to me. Everything he’s doing is for the good of the kingdom. But I feel...forgotten.”

Tulka took in a deep steadying breath then she let it out slowly. “Okay, that’s it, I’m kicking his ass.” She stands but you grab her to stop.

“Tulka! No!”

“I’m doing it,” she argues. “I’m hopping on the next boat across the Cobra Strait and I am kicking his ass!”

“Then I would really be lonely!”

Tulka’s expression softens again and she sits back beside you, putting her arms around you in a tight embrace. “Don’t be so pitiful, my sister. He’ll come back, and when he does, you may chain him to the bed and I will not tell a soul.”

You smile. “Thank you.”

Tulka sighs as she pulls back. “But at the very least, write him a letter, tell him how you feel. I’m sure he’d understand-”

You shake your head. “I don’t want him to worry. I also don’t want him thinking I’m being selfish.”

Tulka growls and rolls her eyes. “But you aren’t! You’re asking your husband to come home because you need him. That’s not selfish.”

“But his work-”

Tulka pinches your nose and shakes your head back and forth. “Then leave things to Grit and I and you go kick his ass.”

You cup your hand around your nose once she lets go. “Go to Rakshasa Country?”

Tulka nods. “Consider it a vacation, a second honeymoon. And then you kick his ass for me and for you.”

You glance away. “But I promised him-”

Tulka claps her hands hard together. “He promised to be home! We all make promises and sometimes we have to break them. So since he broke your heart you should break one of his legs.”

“No!” You gasp.

Tulka broke into a grin. “I’ll arrange it with Grit to get you to Rakshasa Country. We can take care of things here, so don't worry about anything. I’ll even send you with Riox & Elta so you won’t be alone, plus they’ve been wanting to travel. Grit and I could use some alone time without the kids anyways.”

You thought for a moment. You did enjoy spending time with Riox and Elta, and you were eager to see brict again more than anything. “Perhaps it will be okay.”

Tulka’s smile grows brighter. “It will be. And if Brict is doing anything awful, I’ll tell my children to stab his feet.”

The next day, you’re sent down the mountain and from there you head to Obresh. Riox and Elta are full of excitement, never having left the Stohbulk mountains before. The eager thirteen year olds constantly talk about what they’ll do during their travels, which helps ease your mind. Once you’re on the ship to Obresh your nerves return and your thoughts turn back down those dark paths.

“Auntie,” Elta tugs your sleeve, “what’s Rakshasa Country like?”

She pulls you from your thoughts and you look into her eager eyes. “Oh well, I haven’t been there since I was your age, but I can remember how colorful it was.”

“Colorful?” Riox approaches, sheathing his dagger.

You nod and sit with them. “They have lots of spices down there, many of which can be used as dyes. So they have all sorts of colorful clothing and decor. Then even have a festival every year to celebrate that.”

“Like the festival of cups?” Riox asks excitedly.

You smile. “Close, only they celebrate by throwing colorful powders into the air rather than with the various drinks made throughout the year.”

“Is that why Uncle Brict has stayed so long?” Elta asks.

You hesitate for a moment, licking your lips and forcing yourself to maintain your smile. “I’m not sure. I know he’s taking care of some very important work.”

“Why would he stay for work though?” Riox grimaces.

“Because he’s king,” you say. “That’s his job.”

Riox’s brow pinches. “Isn’t he supposed to be king at Stohbulk?”

You close your mouth and sigh. “Being a royal is more complicated than that. Just know your uncle is doing what he thinks is best.”

The journey across the Cobra Strait is relatively peaceful and quick. Once you land, you’re taken from the Rakshasa ports and into the royal city.

“Everything is so pretty!” Elta exclaims, nearly hanging out the carriage window.

Riox looks back in with a wide expression. “There’s no rocks here!”

You smile. “We’re technically in an oasis, this is actually a desert.” Both kids lean out the window as the carriage comes to the royal palace. You’re taken into the palace and given a warm welcome. You’re taken to the chambers where the kids would be staying, and then a staff member offers to take you to Brict.

“I’m not sure where he is now, but I can show you to his chambers,” the maid says.

“Does he know I’ve arrived?” You ask.

“He was given word a few days ago you’d be coming,” she replies, “but I don’t think he knows you’re here now.”

Brict’s room is just down the hall from Riox’s and Elta’s. The maid opens the door for you and inside you see Brict with another woman. Your heart drops into your chest and all color fades from your face.

Brict looks up and seeing you he stands up from the table. “You’re here!”

You look towards the woman who also rises from the table, her hair is pure white, but that is all you can stand to look at. Your head is spinning, faster and faster. You don’t want him to see you cry so you turn away and start walking.

“Wait!” Brict calls after you.

You run as you hear him approaching. You sprint down the hallway, turning the corner. You don’t stop, you barely acknowledge where you’re going. All you want to do is get away. You then turn another corner and crash into an imposing figure. He grabs you up and steadies you.

“Careful now, easy,” he chuckles. “You’re running around like my Nicolai.”

You push against the giant figure and the tears find you. The rise up quickly, pouring from your sockets as your face goes even redder.

“What’s this?” The polar bear brushes away your tears as you try to keep your sobs restrained. “I don’t know you, but if you need to cry you ran into me for a reason.”

You start shaking, digging your hands into the polar bear’s arm. Tears flow and you fall into the polar bear’s chest.

“There, there strange woman.” He pets your back. “The heat here gets to me too.”

You sob angrily into his chest while clinging to the thin tunic he wore. All your dark thoughts had been correct, Brict had been staying for another reason, a woman reason.

“There you are!” Brict huffs and puffs. “What are you doing? Why did you run like that?”

“Is this yours?” The polar bear asks.

Brict sighs. “That’s my wife! I’ve been expecting her, but suddenly she just bolted away from me.”

“Wife!” You roar and turn around to face him. “Now I am your wife?”

Brict's eyes widen and his ears go back. “Yes! Of course you’re my wife, now and always. What has gotten into you?”

Too many emotions are spilling out at once, you can’t grip onto just one, you can barely speak. You glare at him, tears still falling. The woman with white hair steps around the corner.

“That!” You point at her. “What is that?”

The woman scoffs. “Excuse me?”

Brict’s ears perked up and his jaw dropped. “Darling, this is my friend! She’s this fellow's wife.” He points to the polar bear you are still clinging to. “Katrina and I are just friends. We were having tea while discussing trades between our kingdoms.”

The polar bear grins. “I was spending time with Amit, so I didn’t join them.”

“Then why won’t you come home?” You snap.

Brict’s eyes flicked down. “Gregori, Katrina, please excuse us. I’ll take my wife and talk to her in private.”

Katrina eyed Brict closely. The blood red of her eyes made her gaze so much more severe. “You left this darling woman alone?”

Brict’s body stiffened. “I had to for-”

“How long?” Katrina pried. “I did not think to ask this when you kept babbling on about her, but how long have you left her alone?”

“Months!” You spit out.

Katrina clicked her tongue. “I see.”

“No, no,” Brict gasps, “Katria it isn’t-”

Katrina steps around him, coming towards you. “I am surprised she has not slapped you yet. If my Gregori were to leave me alone and unattended for months at a time, I would have him hunted down like a deer and then chained to my wall.”

Brict’s ears go back and his jaw closes tight.

Katrina looks at you. “I am sorry for the trouble I have caused. But trust me, your husband and I are only friends. And as far as I know he has remained faithful to you all this time. He barely talks about anything else than you.” She cuts her eyes back to Brict. “I would have assumed he was more reliable than what he has been showing.”

“Can I have my wife, please?” Brict asks weakly.

Katrina looks back at you. “Do you want him?”

Gregori’s huge paws come down onto your shoulders; they’re warm and comforting, which helps to ease your tensions. “I suppose. Thats why I am here.”

Katrina eases in closer to you. “I have paddles and whips in my chambers if you want them. Gregori’s rear needs to rest.”

Your brow furrows. “Pardon?”

Brict comes up, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him. “Thank you both, but I should talk to my wife now.”

“I will send my son after you with his sword should you continue to disappoint this lovely lady more.” Katrina offers the warning with a terrifying glare.

Brict hurries you down the hall, trying to keep hold of your hand which you pull away. He looks up at you with guilt and disappointment.

“Are you still mad?” He asks.

“I don’t know,” you huff. “I’m a bit confused.”

Brict takes you into his chambers. He clears up papers from the table but you stride away and stand before the window.

“I was so excited to see you,” he starts. “I couldn’t believe you were coming all this way. I’ve missed you so-”

“Then why not come home?” You murmur. “You promised me.”

Brict is quiet for a spell. He then comes up beside you. “So much has been happening, and I wanted to assure that our mountains would be safe. Then I started realizing how good this all is. Meeting all these royals and nobles who could open up the world for us.”

You clench your fists tight. “Couldn’t you do that at home?”

“I can accomplish more here.” Brict takes hold of one of your fists. “I missed you like mad, but I wanted to make you proud. I wanted to come home with some many victories to show you.”

You turn to him, opening up your hand so you can hold his hand. “I am proud of you, all the time. You don’t need to try and win anything to do that. I just want you home.”

Brict squeezes your hand and lowers his head. “I’m so sorry, I should have known that. I got caught up in all of it.”

“All this time I didn’t want to bother you, but Tulka and Grit insisted. But I’ve been so miserable without you, especially as it’s gotten colder.” You touch his cheek and lift his eyes back to you. “I’m sorry if I’m selfish, but I want you home with me.”

Brict’s smile was small and apologetic. He kissed your palm and held it to his cheek. “I will. But you must be tired, come lay down.” He brings you to the bed and pulls back the blankets for you.

“I’m sorry I made a scene,” you sigh.

“Don’t worry. I suppose I earned it.” He sits beside you as you get into bed. “How was your trip?”

“It was nice. The children had fun, which kept my mind off things.” You look into his dark eyes and smile. “Can you lay down with me?”

“Do you want me to?”

You pat the bed beside you. “It’s all I want.”

“Well then,” he chuckles, “I have to.” He stands and removes his clothing, bringing a smile and heat to your face.

“You still act like when we were on our Elamont.” Brict kisses your cheek and moves his lips to your neck. “So shy but so happy to stare.”

You moan softly as his lips brush against your skin. “Don’t tease me right now.”

Brict presses a loving kiss to your lips. “I like it. But I must admit, if I were to see anymore of your skin right now, I would burst.”

You muzzle to his neck and put your arm around him. “Just hold me right now.”

Brict puts his arms around you, missing your temple and smelling your hair. “I have missed you.”

“I know,” you whisper.

Brict eases you down onto the bed, kissing you and slowly opening your dress. He kisses down your neck, between your breasts as he opens your clothes. You moan and cup your hand over your mouth as he exposes your breasts, holding them in his strong hands.

“Just relax, I’ll take care of everything,” Brict murmurs. His long tongue glides over your nipples before his mouth comes down upon one. You whimper loudly then bite down upon your finger. You haven’t been touched in so long it is aching for this moment.

Brict pulls up with a pop then kisses your nipple softly. He moves to the other, sucking it and making you squeal.

He chuckles as he raises his head. “My sweet love, I owe you so much more than this.” He sits up, removing your clothes so you’re as bare as he his. His warm hands trail down your body, over your belly, your hips. He pushes your thighs open to gaze down below. His eyes shine bright and he licks his lips hungrily.

“I forgot how delectable you were.” He lowers down, kissing your navel and thighs. “All the more reason I need to return home.”

Your lashes flutter before you close them. You reach down, running your fingers through Brict’s long hair. He breathes against your thighs before his warm, wet tongue pushes between the lips below.

“Brict-” you moan.

He growls against you, opening you with his tongue and lips. His nose grinds against that sensitive bud while his long tongue burrows inside. You sigh in relief, opening yourself up more for his ease.

Brict slurps and ease up, moving his lips around your clit while his long fingers slip inside. Your breath hitches as you throw your head back, drowning in the delicious touch he brings. Your inner walls tighten around his fingers, which makes their aim more directed. He moans against your clit, licking and suckling until your knees begin to tremble. His dark eyes flick up to you, and you know you’re done for.

So many lonely nights are washed away with one tremendous spike of pleasure. You cry again as you’re overwhelmed by his affections. His touch, his love, all of it mingle and tingle within you until you can no longer breathe.

Brict lies beside you, kissing your neck and cheek until your vision returns. You look at him, sated and breathless from his touch. You kiss him, accepting his apology and affections.

“How do you feel?” He whispers.

“Much better,” you smile. “What about you?”

He butts his forehead to yours. “Later. I just want to know that you’re happy.”