Seduced by the Tyrant King
Prologue "the abandon prince"
"I wasn’t a prince. I wasn’t even a person. I was just a shame locked in royal blood."
queen calistra (mc mother)
You're not our son anymore *cold*
The words echoed in the cold, empty throne room—spoken without emotion, without hesitation.
cassian [Mc][RO]
*Stood there, trembling.* [My blood was royal, but my status was nothing more than shame. I was born an omega—weak, unwanted, a stain on the perfect legacy of the king and queen.]
Cassian Vale, once the crown prince of the Empire of Ilyr a small but important empire in the south, born with a gold spoon now wore that silence like a second skin striped and thrown away from his crown
queen calistra (mc mother)
You were born weak, *she said, her voice like glass shattering* And the Empire has no place for weakness.
cassian [Mc][RO]
*trembling, looking down at the signet ring thrown on ground,*
Left behind in the empire that devoured its weak and worshiped its powerful.
When the road turn and his fate showed him cruel reality he was stripped naked of his crown, his pride and his title and thrown out mercilessly by the mother who was supposed to love him
The journey to the North was longer than his trial. No carriage. No guards. Just a single horse and an exile decree nailed to the city gates for all to read.
He learned how to lie, how to grow and survive
How to never, ever kneel.
I spoke little, worked hard and became the first schooler to complete the royal academy advance class at the age of "seventeen", I Observed everything. I clawed my way as a strategist. A rising star behind the emperor’s wars. A man with no name but too much promise to ignore.
But fate is cruel. Or maybe it has a sick sense of humor.
“I thought being abandoned was the worst pain.
I was wrong.
Being loved by a monster… hurt more.”
lucien [ML][E]
Lord Yale your ideas are a masterpiece *his voice in cold poison sending shiver to everyone *
cassian [Mc][RO]
*bow slightly*
The emperor. The monster in velvet robes. Beautiful. Terrifying. Mad.
King Lucien Raventhorn sat on a throne of obsidian and secrets. Crowned at seventeen after a suspicious plague wiped out the royal line, he had ruled for five years with a hand that was part sword, part velvet glove.
They say he commands armies with a whisper, bends nobles with a glance. That no one disobeys him and lives.
I Tried.
I failed.
He called me "pretty little pet" the time we met after I tried to escape. The second time, I was already in chains.
cassian [Mc][RO]
"And he is obsessed with me, Cassian Vale "
At first, it was just glances
Then came the invitations. The gifts. A single black rose left on Cassian’s door with no note. A carved chess piece in his likeness. A mirror with his reflection already etched into the glass.
cassian [Mc][RO]
I returned none of them. Not because I didn’t understand the meaning.
cassian [Mc][RO]
But because I did.
And Lucien, it seemed, didn’t like being denied.
I was fool enough that I agreed to try loving him in between his calculated words I walked into his traps b.mbut I thought it was love
lucien [ML][E]
You can run, Cassian, *he said, fingers trailing down my cheek like silk over a blade.* But I will always catch you.
lucien [ML][E]
Because I tied your soul to mine. And I never let go of what’s mine
cassian [Mc][RO]
I don’t know what’s worse: the chains around my wrists or the invisible ones inside my heart.
Because I hate him.
And yet... a part of me is starting to break.
Starting to wonder...
Will I ever be free?
Or was I always meant to be caged by the tyrant king?
His traps were so precise that I never knew I will fall in them... I still remember the day he forced me I...I hate him but still i love him
cassian [Mc][RO]
No!!! *Cassian screamed, terrified, trying to pull back*
lucien [ML][E]
Shh… *Lucien whispered, grabbing his wrists and pushing him onto the bed, his strength overwhelming and unrelenting.*
lucien [ML][E]
Don’t you dare resist me, *Lucien growled, sinking his teeth into Cassian’s collarbone.* You belong to me.
cassian [Mc][RO]
Lucien—stop—please— *struggling *
lucien [ML][E]
You know I love you, *Lucien said, voice thick with obsession.* You made me like this.
A cold metal clinked at Cassian’s ankle
Lucien fastened a chain around his legs—slowly, deliberately—then looked him in the eyes, smiling.
lucien [ML][E]
You want power? *he whispered, lips brushing Cassian’s ear.* Then rule by my side... or not at all.
Cassian’s heart thundered.
The trap had never been political.
It had always been him.
how will he leave, escape the cruel possessiveness of the tyrant king that caged him in the power he want
mc- cassian yale
age 18
cunning, smart, observer type, want power to get revenge on his kingdom
name- lucien
age-23
He is obessive, tyrant and maniac, dangerous
[a gift for research purposes to my readers]
Ch-1 The royal banquet
The grand banquet hall hums with conversation... a place where politics is whispered behind wine glasses, and power shifts with every smile. Nobles, generals, and foreign envoys gather under glittering chandeliers, but Cassian barely exists among them.
Dressed in formal attire, he sits at a low-ranking table, a silent reminder of his place. A prince only by blood, discarded and forgotten.
Years of hardship forced him to become sharp and calculating
Its his first royal banquet as a member of the court he was nervous and ready to gain more power
cassian [Mc][RO]
*greeting the nobles and people he knew*
For years, he’s survived in the shadows, learning how to adapt, how to carve out a life on his own. But tonight, something feels… off.
Cassian raises a glass, sipping his drink slowly, deliberately, like he doesn’t feel the daggers of judgment aimed at his back.
nobels
Noble 1: "A forgotten prince? No—an unwanted omega. What is he doing here?"
nobels
Another scoffs.
Noble 2: "Perhaps he thinks he still matters."
Their laughter is quiet but sharp. Cassian’s grip tightens on his glass.
cassian [Mc][RO]
[I shouldn’t care. I don’t care. But still… I hate it.] *shivering slightly*
cassian [Mc][RO]
*He lowers his drink, forcing himself to meet their eyes. Some look at him with disgust. Others with something worse. "Lust".*
cassian stood there looking lost and quite, to quite for his own good his small petite frame hugged by the expensive clothes he wore, showing his curvy pale body under the glitter of chandelier light
Every eye was mesmerized by his god like appearance many hearts filled with poison and many with lust no one can stop themselves from turning their head to stare at him
suddenly the air grows heavier, charged with an unseen force. A gaze—hot, unrelenting—presses against him.
Cassian doesn’t have to search for its source. He already knows.
cassian [Mc][RO]
His breath stills as he slowly looks up
The most powerful man in the empire, cloaked in black and crimson silk, surrounded by lords and generals—and yet his golden eyes are locked on him.
Lucien stands at the head table, dressed in royal black and deep crimson, a stark contrast to the soft gold surrounding him
He’s not speaking, not moving. He’s only staring.
At him.
lucien [ML][E]
*smirk when their eyes meet*
Cassian’s breath stills. Slowly, against every voice screaming in his head, he looks up.
cassian ocean blue eyes meet the golden eye of the man whose face was stoned in poison and the obsession in his glaze was recognizable. The world around Cassian blurs, and it’s only Lucien’s gaze that exists.
cassian [Mc][RO]
[Why is he looking at me like that… in front of everyone?]*trying to study Lucien but getting scared of his gaze*
cassian [Mc][RO]
[ Stay calm...if I show my fear I’ll fall right into his hands.]
But his body betrays him. He shifts in place—nervous, exposed.
Cassian’s gaze flicks away, toward the safe neutrality of the dining table.
Yet he can still feel it—Lucien’s burning stare crawling across his skin like fire
Cassian swallows hard. Why him?
They’d only met a few times. Brief glances exchanged in the cold marble corridors of the minister’s court. Polite nods. Nothing more. No warmth. No warning.
cassian [Mc][RO]
[Why is he looking at me like that… like he owns me]
Cassian’s instincts scream at him to walk away, but he can’t.
Not when the Emperor is watching him like a predator who has finally cornered its prey. Not when the weight of that gaze pierces through the silk of his clothes and sinks into his skin.
The nobles at his table begin to murmur.
He hears it—they see it too.
Someone clears their throat. Someone else lowers their eyes
cassian [Mc][RO]
*hand trembles as he sets his glass down.*
cassian [Mc][RO]
[No. Don’t draw attention, Don’t flinch I handled everything till now it's not a big deal.] *having difficulty breathing*
cassian [Mc][RO]
*an cold voice whisper in his ears and he look up only to find the emperor staring at his small frame with something dark*
lucien [ML][E]
breathe~ *his glaze linger longer then necessary on the omega in front of him*
Ch-2 The Emperor Gaze
cassian [Mc][RO]
your majesty *bows with careful grace*
lucien [ML][E]
Are you alright, Lord Yale? *retracts his hand that was just about to linger over his prey*
cassian [Mc][RO]
I'm good, Your Majesty. It’s just... I’m not accustomed to such large gatherings. *his tone polite, each word chosen with deliberate precision*
lucien [ML][E]
I understand *eyes never leaving Cassian’s face, a subtle intensity in his gaze*
lucien [ML][E]
Lord Yale is new to the capital. Young nobles like you often have limited experience with these social establishments...
*pauses, then with a faint smirk*
I honor your intelligence — being the youngest scholar of the Royal Academy's advanced class is no small feat.
cassian [Mc][RO]
It's my honor your majesty *polite*
lucien [ML][E]
You hold an important place in my palace. *voice lowers slightly, a hint of dark possessiveness flickering in his eyes*
cassian [Mc][RO]
*looking at Lucien huge body and the royal dress that clung to his body showing off his well build muscles * [he looks like a majestic god that come down on earth ... and his words are pleasant and warm I don't understand why everyone said he is a psychopath] *
lucien [ML][E]
*smile looking at cassian adorable expression and Offering his arm with regal ease* Allow me to accompany you. This gathering was arranged in part to welcome new brilliance into the court. It would be discourteous of me not to host you personally.
cassian [Mc][RO]
*Hesitates, then gently places his hand on Lucien’s arm* I... thank you, Your Majesty. That’s very generous of you. *voice quieter now, unsure but polite*
lucien [ML][E]
*Leaning in slightly as they walk* You’re far too formal, Lord Yale. Tonight, I am not your Emperor—I’m simply Lucien. And you are not here as a subject, but as a guest of honor
cassian [Mc][RO]
*Blinks, his innocent doe eyes flutter in surprised by the warmth* I… I’ll try to remember that, Your—Lucien. *his name feels foreign on his tongue, but somehow not unpleasant*
Lucien Leads cassian toward the grand banquet table, effortlessly commanding space around them, the nobles stood rooted to the ground, terrified looking at the new face of their king the way he let cassian walk with him felt like a silent roar from the hell that king has now eyes his prey and no one not even god can save cassian from his grip
lucien [ML][E]
*glare at the ministers and nobles in the bouquet with a killing intent*
every soul in the grand hall stink back terrified for their life none dared to lift their head to even glance at them
lucien [ML][E]
*hold cassian waist in his arm as he lean on his shoulders* You see those pastries? Imported from the southern isles. And the wine? From my personal cellar. You must try them.
lucien [ML][E]
*Picks up a goblet and offers it to Cassian with a tilt of his head* here
cassian [Mc][RO]
*Accepts the wine, fingers brushing briefly against Lucien’s*
Thank you… I didn’t expect this kind of attention.
lucien [ML][E]
*Smiling faintly*
Attention is the least I can offer someone so… singular. You intrigued me the moment you spoke in court—calculated, calm, eyes that do not flinch even before nobility. That’s rare.
cassian [Mc][RO]
*cheeks flush lightly, the wine warming him more than expected*
I was just doing what I had to. I’ve never been one for flattery or social climbing.
lucien [ML][E]
*Steps closer, voice low and velvety*
That’s exactly why you deserve more than flattery. You deserve to be seen. To be known. And I will ensure this palace becomes a place where you feel… safe to be yourself.
cassian [Mc][RO]
*Lowers his gaze, suddenly feeling less like prey and more like someone being wrapped in silk*
You say dangerous things, Lucien it's hard for me to understand your words suddenly
lucien [ML][E]
*smiles darkly*
I’m not known for safe words, Cassian.
cassian [Mc][RO]
*His lips part slightly, unsure whether from surprise or something else entirely*
Lucien… what is it that you want from me?
lucien [ML][E]
*Leans in, breath brushing Cassian’s ear, voice almost a whisper*
Everything you're afraid to give.
cassian [Mc][RO]
*shrink back, but his waist was in hold of the dangerous man standing in front of him*
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