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Chapter 215: Insufferable

Chapter 215: Insufferable

Riven turned slightly, startled. "You’re riding behind me?"

Leon’s arm brushed around him to take the reins, their torsos brushing lightly. "Unless you want to fall off and break your delicate little neck."

You just wanted an excuse to press against me... Riven wanted to say that, but considering how in denial Leon was, he decided against it.

"Fine, I will listen to the expert," Riven said neutrally. Leon was being annoying again, and he too, was frustrated. Why couldn’t he just be nice... Like he was when they played chess.

They started slow. The mare moved in a lazy circle around the edge of the stable yard, hooves crunching lightly on straw and dust. Leon’s voice was low, steady in Riven’s ear.

"Sit straight. Relax your knees. Your legs control more than your hands."

Riven tensed instinctively when the mare picked up her pace. "I’m relaxed."

Leon scoffed. "You’re stiff as a mannequin."

"Because there’s a smug royal plastered to my back," Riven growled.

"Flattery will get you nowhere."

HAH. Insufferable. This man was insufferable!

Leon adjusted the reins in Riven’s hands, guiding them together. "Looser grip. Feel the motion—don’t fight it. Embermane will respond if you let her."

Riven concentrated, and slowly, the tension in his body eased. The rhythm of the horse beneath him, the warmth of Leon behind him, and the sun cutting across the training yard created a strange kind of stillness. His shoulders dropped, breath evening out.

"There," Leon murmured. "Better. You’re a natural."

"You sound surprised."

"I’m just impressed you didn’t fall off."

Riven rolled his eyes, but the faint grin tugging at the corners of his lips betrayed his pride. I am a natural. Leon felt it, even if he didn’t say anything.

Their movements synchronised as the horse circled again. The occasional brush of Riven’s arm across Leon’s thigh sent a jolt through the king’s senses, but he said nothing, kept his tone neutral. Still, every time Riven leaned back to adjust, Leon’s breath hitched slightly.

Hah... Riven is doing this on purpose. He is insufferable.

They rode in silence for a while. The quietness was... Palpable broken only by the rhythmic clop of hooves and the occasional chirp of birds.

Eventually, Leon steered Embermane back toward the stable entrance. He slowed the mare with a gentle tug of the reins, then slid off first, landing with ease.

"Alright," he said, holding his hands up to help. "Your turn."

Riven looked unsure, but accepted the help. Leon’s hands lingered at his waist a moment longer than necessary as Riven dismounted. When their eyes met, the air shifted.

Leon stepped back quickly. "You didn’t scream, flail, or fall. Congratulations. That’s a pass."

"I think that I need a few more lessons before I can ride alone," Riven said, dusting his pants. He enjoyed the lesson and kind of enjoyed how infuriating Leon could be. He hoped they still had more lessons like this.

"Clearly." Leon scoffed. He did not seem to overthink things. Last night was an accident. That was all.

Leon led Embermane back into the stall and removed the tack, brushing the mare down with quiet care. Riven stood to the side, watching, arms crossed but relaxed. The king was serving a horse? He did not think Leon would do something like this.

Well, for the most part, the story focused on Leon pampering Eli, not about his past or interests.

Leon finally broke the silence. "You’re better than most nobles I’ve seen. No whining, no falling over, no crying when the horse neighs."

"People cried when the horse neighed?" Riven asked, surprised. What kind of nobles... What-

"It happens more often than you think. Everything came easily to them, they think that horse riding will too." Leon shrugged while attentively tending to the horse.

"Don’t worry about it," Leon said, straightening. "Point is, you did well."

There was a pause. Riven glanced at him. "Thanks. For teaching me."

Leon turned to him fully, offering a small, real smile. "Thanks for not making it difficult."

Was it so hard to just accept a thanks and not turn it into another jibe?

They stood there for a moment, two of them sharing a quiet breath in a dusty stable, not saying anything.

Riven hid his annoyance again and decided to just leave. He was frustrated. His mood was oscillating between that man is cute, and that man is just insufferable!

Leon did not know this, he meant it as a genuine compliment. He did not know Riven was stewing and planning on making his life difficult as punishment.

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Upon reaching his room, he started to slowly remove his shirt, one button at a time. He was lost in thought. Thinking about last night just made him feel all sorts of things, and he did not like that.

Leon stepped into his dimly lit bathroom, the faint scent of lavender filling the air. He turned on the tap, and the water began to pour into the tub.

Once submerged in the warm water, he felt tension slip away from his muscles. He leaned back, resting his head against the cool porcelain, allowing the warmth to envelop him. But he did not experience a moment of peace.

Riven’s laughter, the way their bodies had brushed against each other, the electric tension that had built between them. He tried to dismiss it, muttering to himself, "It was just an accident. It meant nothing."

But that sentence seemed to have lost meaning. No matter how many times he said it, it was not coming true.

His thoughts drifted to the moment Riven had knelt before him, that daring look in his eyes before he took him in his mouth.

The quickening of his breath, the rush of heat, and then the exquisite pleasure he had felt, the memory was both thrilling and torturous.

"Fuck," he whispered, the sound barely escaping his lips. His body reacted instinctively. Heat pooled in his lower abdomen, and before he knew it, he was hard again.

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