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Three years after the end of King's Rising, the birth of Damen's twin daughters has changed Laurent's mind on letting his line die with him. He has a lot of favors to ask of Damen before his wedding to a Patran princess.
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Laurent goads Damen into a battle after his missed rendezvous at Charcy. He hadn’t thought Damen would follow through, take his fort, and keep him as a war prisoner.
“I am the Prince of Vere," said Laurent, knowing he sounded ridiculous, sitting feebly in his pitiful restraints and his sticky undershirt. "I can speak however I like."
"Yes, and I am the King of Akielos," Damianos said. "You are my prisoner," he continued, in words like glaciers coming to converge on his tongue, "And you will negotiate with me as such."
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“Because,” Laurent peered up, archly, “It is a matter of how believably one could fabricate the demeaning mannerisms of a pet whore. At least I don’t wear a king’s face when adopting the disposition of a servant. You did not prove yourself very competent at pretending to be someone you’re not, the last time you’d tried.”
“I wouldn't have needed to pretend,” Damianos said, “If all you had wanted was for me to offer you genuine affection.”
Laurent disguises himself as a Veretian pet for a second mission. It is only a coincidence that Prince Damianos of Akielos is swept up as collateral.
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Subtle Signs You've Totally Misread The Situation by spinawren
Fandoms: Captive Prince - C. S. Pacat
16 Mar 2025
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Auguste sighed heavily. Then: “I think Laurent has a lover.”
Damen choked on his drink and started coughing. Auguste thumped him absently on the back.
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As punishment for insolence, the Regent orders Laurent to perform at the Veretian pet ring. Laurent does not expect his final opponent to be Kastor's new offering to Vere, the Prince-Killer, Damianos of Akielos.
“Your Highness,” greeted Vannes, pulling Laurent out of his reverie. “The Regent told us you would be performing today. Is that true?”
Laurent had long learned how to conceal his panic with a poetic mastery. “It is true,” he said, mildly.