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They had gotten him in the early morning, and all the way to the place he stood now, he had been sure that they would kill him. Punish him for having stood at the Mad King's side. But then he had seem him, different yet the same. Tall and dark an so painfully handsome that Ciel's heart seemed to stop at only his sight. Cygne. He had changed. His hair war straight and pulled back into a ponytail. His skin seemed to have gained back more color, and most of all his gorgeous green eyes were filled with a spark, but also with arrogance. He smirked at Ciel's sight, and then when the smaller white swan came closer, had made cruel remarks about Ciel's status, his caste, his profession. Ciel's eyes had filled with tears. He may had lost the shadow that made him a murderer, but he had not lost the cruelty. But then the other black swan, Cygne's bodyguard, had laid a hand on the shackled king's arm and Cygne had lowered his gaze for a moment and when he looked back up, Ciel saw tears in his king's eyes as well.
"Don't cry, little sky." Cygne had whispered and made a step towards Ciel, only to be stopped by the armored guards. Ciel notices bruises on his face and hands, noticed how he limped and moved as if he was in pain, and they both knew he deserved punishment for what he did. But still...he was Ciel's king. His Cygne.
The white swan hurried to his king's side, and Cygne pulled him into a tight embrace, covered his hair, his face and finally his lips with burning kisses, their tears mixing and the silent sobs becoming one.
And Ciel knew he would never see his king again.

Ciel, MALE white swan shifter, and Cygne, king of the black swans, before Cygne is exiled and put under house arrest for the rest of his life © Edie Phoenix

extract from The Mad King's Whore, subject to change

morphed, posed, rendered in Daz Studio 4.8 with 3delight
postworked in Photoshop CC

Description
They had gotten him in the early morning, and all the way to the place he stood now, he had been sure that they would kill him. Punish him for having stood at the Mad King's side. But then he had seem him, different yet the same. Tall and dark an so painfully handsome that Ciel's heart seemed to stop at only his sight. Cygne. He had changed. His hair war straight and pulled back into a ponytail. His skin seemed to have gained back more color, and most of all his gorgeous green eyes were filled with a spark, but also with arrogance. He smirked at Ciel's sight, and then when the smaller white swan came closer, had made cruel remarks about Ciel's status, his caste, his profession. Ciel's eyes had filled with tears. He may had lost the shadow that made him a murderer, but he had not lost the cruelty. But then the other black swan, Cygne's bodyguard, had laid a hand on the shackled king's arm and Cygne had lowered his gaze for a moment and when he looked back up, Ciel saw tears in his king's eyes as well.
"Don't cry, little sky." Cygne had whispered and made a step towards Ciel, only to be stopped by the armored guards. Ciel notices bruises on his face and hands, noticed how he limped and moved as if he was in pain, and they both knew he deserved punishment for what he did. But still...he was Ciel's king. His Cygne.
The white swan hurried to his king's side, and Cygne pulled him into a tight embrace, covered his hair, his face and finally his lips with burning kisses, their tears mixing and the silent sobs becoming one.
And Ciel knew he would never see his king again.

Ciel, MALE white swan shifter, and Cygne, king of the black swans, before Cygne is exiled and put under house arrest for the rest of his life © Edie Phoenix

extract from The Mad King's Whore, subject to change

morphed, posed, rendered in Daz Studio 4.8 with 3delight
postworked in Photoshop CC