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第二章
Bill有点儿饿，食物总是在三餐之间被遗漏在餐桌上，于是Bill溜达到餐厅偷回一盆葡萄。他走回自己的房间，关上了房门。把他的点心放在床边，Bill走到大镜子前。他身上仅仅穿着一件宽松的袍子，因为他臀部的伤疤还没有痊愈，他不想让衣服摩擦它。
抬起手抓住肩膀上的衣料，Bill把衣服整个拉起扔在地上。他沉默地伫立在镜子前，注视着自己的影像。这几个月来他稍稍增重了一些。后宫里提供的食物显然是bill之前从来没有吃到过的美味，所以他吃的比平时多了一些。他看起来不再那么瘦骨嶙峋，可是依旧称不上健康。
之前Mahtob为他编织的发型看起来不错，它凸显出了他脸上的棱角，使他看起来更具男子气概。Bill转了个身背对着镜面，他往自己的肩后看去，他没有被编起来的头发已经长到了他的腰际。心想着他该剪头发了，Bill把他的长发捋到了胸前，露出了他的后背。给他带来无比痛苦的伤口现在已经变成了疤痕。它们呈现出一种浅粉色，看起来很细。这比Bill预想的要好得多。他伸过手去，用指尖轻轻滑过这些疤痕，他们的触感没有什么不同；他的皮肤还是和以前一样光滑。要不是Bill仔细看，他根本察觉不到这些伤痕。
他再次转身面对着镜子。他往下看去，可以看到左边大腿上有一个粉色的小圆点：苏丹用他的发簪刺中了他。他右边的小腿肚上有一条白色的长痕，那是Lafee切开的。Bill知道他的两腿之间也有一个小小的白色疤痕，来自于那场耻辱的小手术。我在快速地累积伤疤，他悲哀的想到。他想知道一年内他会得到多少伤疤。在后宫待一年的想法令他有点沮丧，但他很清楚自己恐怕要待得比一年更久。他臀部的最新的纹身是一个象征，或许预示着他的一生都将在这里度过。
Bill又转了半圈，回头观察着镜子里他的纹身。它比他的手掌要小一点，但在Bill眼里却该死的巨大。它就在髋骨的下面，有点靠后。Bill为被标记在这里而感到愤怒。唯一值得庆幸的是这个纹身本身的设计——缠结的书法与流畅的线条——很漂亮。这片皮肤仍旧隐隐作痛。Bill走向药箱，从瓶子里挖出一小勺Nephthys留给他的药膏。他把乳霜轻柔地抹在纹身处的皮肤上，为这药膏而带来的清凉而轻声叹息。止痛的药效还会再停留一会儿，于是Bill赤身躺到他的床上，不想再穿上落在地上的袍子。他滑进了柔软的床单，摘下一颗盘里的葡萄，很快吃掉了它。不久他就吃得饱饱的陷入了睡梦中。

第三章
Tom站在父亲刚刚入座的王座的左侧。议院里站着两排人，一排是等候发落的罪犯，他们身后的另一排则是宫中的护卫。Jorg向毕恭毕敬站在右侧的大臣点头示意，大臣便向前迈了一步。他用一种响亮清晰的语调念道：
“你们中的每一个都被指控对神圣的国王和王权有罪。你们将被逐一单独审判。现在向你们的君主、庄严的 Jorg Vespin Kaulitz国王陛下、Bagrah及其领土和人民的统治者跪下。”
大部分犯人很快下跪，另一些没有执行的犯人很快被护卫强行将脸按在地上。
“Uthman Mahmood，出列。”
队伍里的第一个人站起来，走到殿台的底座上站定。他的头发被整洁地剪短，凸显出他瘦削的脸庞。他在苏丹面前站得笔挺而自傲，好像是被选出的议会代表。
“你被指控盗用了两千第纳尔。”
这个人的站姿更加强硬，显示出他对指控的不满。
Jorg看了一眼站在他下面的男人一眼。对于偷盗的惩罚是切除一只手。他刚张开嘴要念出惩罚，拱道外便传来一阵噼啪作响的急促的脚步声。这使审判不得不暂缓。
“苏丹陛下，Foularr那边传来噩耗。”
Jorg站起身面对着匆忙闯入的信使，他的身体顿时变得紧张起来。他们和Bagrah南面邻国Foularr的关系在过去的一年里一直在恶化。“发生了什么？”
信使喘着气回答道：“我们王国的大使和他的组织在那里遭到了Zahid国王的暗杀。”
Jorg诅咒道，接着问：“还有什么事吗？”
信使点了点头：“是的，我的陛下。前方得到消息，对于暗杀者对方并没有做出任何惩戒。很显然这份罪行得到了默许。”
Jorg握紧了他的拳头，这件事必须立即处理。他转过身对他的儿子说道：“Tom，你在我的位置上继续领导审判。”不等回答，Jorg就快步离开了房间，不安的信使跟在他的身后。
Tom扫视了一眼放置着华丽软垫的王座，又看了一眼那位大臣。大臣点头表示他应该坐到苏丹的王座上去。Tom坐下面对着那个犯人，他依旧站在底座上，等待着他的命运。
这个人看起来并不像罪犯，他看起来矮小又神经质，Tom对他感到一丝抱歉。但同时他也知道，作为一位未来的苏丹，为了公正他必须学会把感情放到一边。于是Tom开口道：
“偷盗的代价是砍去一只手。”那个男人颤抖着看着他的双手，他的脸上布满了乞求的神色。Tom注意到手边的一盆水果，他拿起一只苹果。又看了一眼紧张不安的男人，Tom突然把苹果扔向了他。受到了惊吓，男人立刻伸出手接住那颗就要砸到他的脸的苹果。王子抬起了自己的下巴。
右撇子。
他向站在男人身旁的护卫挥了挥手。“砍掉他的左手。”
这个犯人顺从地跟随着护卫往外走了几步，然后突然意识到了些什么。他在护卫的押送下挣扎着回头，大声尖叫着感激王子的仁慈。
Tom咽了咽口水，指示大臣继续。
“Fath Hanna，出列。”
一个宽下巴，三十岁左右的男人走向了殿台。他望着Tom，眼里充斥着绝望。
“你被指控的罪行是强【和谐】奸。”
Tom的胃里一阵翻滚。他的全部思绪回到了Bill身上，被压在他卧室的墙上的Bill。
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Bill眯起双眼。“那是强奸。”
“如果你顺从的话，那就不是。”
“我不。”
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“王子殿下？”大臣正疑惑地看着他。
王子收回了思绪，转而与这个男人对视。强【和谐】奸的惩罚是死刑。Tom感到十分茫然。
“给他四十鞭刑然后放了他。”
大臣飞快地转身注视着王子好像他长出了第二个脑袋一样。
Tom移开了视线，一言不发。
在过去的一个星期里，Tom一直投身于自己的职责。他的父亲甚至没办法指责Tom没有遵守他们的约定。他不明白为什么自己现在却因为这种堵塞在心中的罪恶感而犯下了错误。自从他让那个强【和谐】奸犯鼓着掌结束审判之后，他就感到自己应该做些什么。
。。。。。。
Tom在最后一张羊皮纸上潦草的签上署名，然后把它叠在旁边一堆已经积得有一个脚掌这么高的文折上。Tom的行政助理（Tom从来没有想到他会有这么一个助理）走了过来取走这堆文折，然后在自己的小桌上把它们折叠整齐，装进王室的信封里。它们很快就会被送出，用来通知和号令被新近招募的士兵。
很多其他国家会招募所有符合年龄的新兵，但是在Bagrah的军队里有严格的等级要求，只有熟练强壮的战士才能被接纳。这使他们的国家有更强大的力量去面对预想中的战事。Tom把书写工具扔到了一边，叹了口气；他的父亲给他指派了训练新兵的指责。Tom从靠椅中站了起来，开始步行在宫殿的走廊里。训练两百名士兵的任务并不怎么吸引Tom，但这看起来比他现在要去做的事情容易多了。

楼楼好人！！！喜欢这篇文好久了，终于等到继续翻的了！！！

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LL什么时候更文啊...好想看后续。昨天把之前那位亲翻得重看了一遍，Tom和Bill那什么的那一段，看的羞死了。。。。。。。。。

第五章
让我去死！！！这段是tom和deena的h片段。。哥不想翻啊啊啊。。。tom走出了bill的房间，跑到deena那儿销魂去了。。。个人感觉这段意义不大，也许为了说明tom移花接木，释放一下欲望。。。sorry我实在翻不了。。。我对BG的h很反感，也许这很变态。。。所以贴上英文版，有兴趣的童鞋自行鉴赏。。。
Tom walked down the corridor, self-satisfied smile gracing his lips. He had gotten Bill to kiss him, voluntarily. Tom ignored the fact that there had been conditions attached to the kiss. He was just glad that when he’d departed, Bill hadn’t seemed angry or upset with him. That in itself was an improvement.
He continued to make his way through the halls of the harem and stopped at Deena’s room. She was sitting on her bed, reading. Tom was in a good mood from how things had gone with Bill, and now he wanted to celebrate.
“Hey,” he greeted. “Can I come in?”
Deena looked up, surprised. “Oh, Hello. Of course.” Brushing her bangs aside, she set her book down and patted the space next to her on the bed.
Tom smiled and moved to sit where she had indicated. He looked over and plucked at the pleated red fabric she wore draped over her shoulder. “What’s this?”
Deena spread her hands down along the shimmering skirt. “It’s called a sari,” she gushed, “from India. Isn’t it beautiful?”
Tom nodded, “It looks great” He didn’t think it was any more special than what he usually saw the girl wearing. He took the concubine’s hand in his and met her eyes, “Hey.”
Deena smirked and looked away, her thumb rubbing along the back of the prince’s hand. “But you’re not really interested in the fashions of the harem, are you?”
Tom put his face against the girl’s neck and inhaled the scent of jasmine. “Of course I am.” He kissed her neck and stood, drawing her up with him. “I love your clothes.” He pulled her against him and leant down to whisper in her ear, “But I love taking them off more.”
Deena laughed and rolled her eyes at the line. “You,” she said, standing back and pulling the end of the garment from her shoulder, “are so unoriginal.” She dropped the length of fabric and it trailed from the rest that was wrapped around her waist.
Tom watched with dark eyes as she pulled the short top over her head, bearing her upper body. He stepped forward and placed his hands at the curve of her lower back, tugging her against him. Leaning down to kiss her hard and quick, he replied, “I can be original.”
Deena rubbed up against him and said, “prove it.”
Tom felt himself grow in his pants at the girl’s words. He pushed her to the bed and she lay down upon it eagerly, waiting for him to join her. Tom gripped the top of the wrapped skirt and pulled it free from where it tucked over. The girl lifted her hips, allowing him to tug it out from under her and toss it off the bed. Tom smiled at her naked body and moved down to lay against her, but she kept her hands against his chest.

“No, yours now,” she urged, pushing the fabric of his tunic up his stomach. Kneeling over her, Tom complied, maneuvering to remove his top and then pants. When his state of undress matched that of the girl beneath him, Tom fell forward to lie in the familiar cradle of her soft body. He ran a calloused hand over her hip as she raised her leg to wrap around him. His lips met hers and they kissed, long and hot. Tom rubbed his growing arousal against her center and watched her face as her features twisted in pleasure.
“Mmm, what are you going to do?”
Tom put his lips to her collarbone and sucked. “What do you want me to do?” He breathed against her skin. Deena’s body stilled under his hands. He looked up to meet her gaze. She was staring at him, a lust-filled look on her face. “What?” he asked. She shook her head and said nothing, but her brown eyes burned and she pushed on his shoulders, forcing him down her body.
Tom stopped to nuzzle the soft skin her breasts. He reached up to hold one in his hand and lay kisses against it. He heard Deena release a shaky breath from above, but her hands continued to exert pressure down against his shoulders.
“Keep going,” she whispered.
Getting the hint, Tom moved down until he was situated between the girl’s parted thighs. He pressed his mouth against her moist heat and laved at her pink folds. Wrapping his forearms around her legs to hold her squirming hips still, he continued to pleasure her. The sounds she made were arousing him, and he rubbed his hard cock against the sheets. He dipped his tongue into her channel, tasting her arousal. Tom could hear Deena keening above him. Moving up, he sucked the hard bud of her clit into his mouth.
Deena gasped and bucked against his face, moaning loudly. Tom continued his ministrations until the girl gave a choked cry and came. Tom lay his cheek against her belly while she recovered, head rising and falling with her panting breaths.
“Come up…” The girl licked dry lips, “come up here.”
Climbing back up her body to rest between her hips, he rubbed his erection against her center. Hands wrapped against the back of his head as the concubine pulled him in for a passionate kiss. When their lips broke apart she asked,

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马克

没文不快活...junki你好多坑坑呢...

暑假一定更QAQ我知道你现在暑假应该早就结束了……我去了fiction那，但是我不知道怎么找o_O。。。。