THE DARK PRINCE
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Summary: The dark handsome Prince Chakotay rescues a
young man from the executioner’s axe by the name of
Tom Paris who is accused of murdering his father.
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‘This campaign business is not for me,’ Tom complained
to himself for who knows how many times in the last
few weeks. He was dead tired, but still kept going as
he mended a leather jerkin for the Prince while
sitting in the shade of the tent during the late
afternoon. The chain around his ankle attached to the
center pole was a painful reminder of his first night
on the campaign trail.
On the first night on the road, Tom had been left
alone in Prince Chakotay’s tent adjacent to the
command tent. Chakotay was in a strategy meeting and
expected to be up quite late so he told Tom not to
wait up for him. After the prince had left, Tom had
grabbed a few items made a dash for freedom, had been
caught and was not kept chained in the Prince’s tent.
“I was hoping to be able to trust you, Tom,” Chakotay
had said quietly while watching the blacksmith attach
the anklet to Tom’s left ankle along with a length of
The final blow to Tom’s stubborn defiant mood and
fašade was when the tears of disappointment had fallen
from those soft dark brown eyes. “I’m very
disappointed, Tom,” Prince Chakotay said as he walked
away and disappeared into the command tent.
Chakotay’s remark shattered his defiant spirit and
made him feel lower than the bugs crawling under his
feet. Feeling ashamed of himself for putting the hurt
look on the Prince’s face, Tom crawled into his
bedroll and cried himself to sleep. He didn’t hear the
blacksmith fasten the chain to the center pole of the
tent and leave shaking his head at the foolishness of
the young Lord.
Dark eyes that were once filled with desire had turned
into cold black eyes full of disdain as he was led
away the next morning to have his custody remanded
over to the head cook. Under the head cook’s
supervision, Tom spent the following two weeks
miserably peeling roots, scrubbing the big black iron
kettles, tending fires and every other menial task the
cook could come up with.
During travel time his chain was fastened to the back
of the wagon and he was made to walk from before dawn
after a cold breakfast was served till the caravan
stopped for the night. The cook would give Tom at
least a few minutes to himself to tend to his personal
needs and than off to work with the food until late at
night. Only when the wagon was repacked for travel the
next day was Tom allowed to crawl under the wagon for
some much-needed sleep.
One week into his cooking detail, Tom overheard the
conversation that rocked him to his foundations. He
was under the wagon trying to sleep when a couple of
the Royal Guards wandered near unaware he was under
the wagon. Holding his breath, he listened in
astonishment at the words about the Prince and
“What will happen to young Paris if he continues to
reject the Prince?” the tall guard asked in concern
for his Prince.
“Most likely he’ll end up on Kile Island prison while
they try one of the cousins, Kato,” the shorter guard
remarked in anger. “Lord Paris should have told his
son about this instead of keeping him in the dark.”
“Why did he do that? He was aware that Tom was most
likely to be picked,” Kato mused. “I mean most of the
cousins are not half as good as Tom is for Prince
“Who knows? No one will ever know since Lord Paris is
now dead and his son is highly suspected it of doing
the evil deed. Also who knows what was going through
young Paris’ mind that night in question,” Shorty
said. “There has always been a Paris companion to the
Prince or King going back many generations to help
keep the rage under control.”
“Sounds like Paris could have a very good thing for
himself if he thought about it the right way. I mean
the Prince has been miserable these last few days,”
Kato commented. “He has it bad for the Paris kid. It
was the other way around when Bilo came to court for
Kolopak. They hit if off right away with no trouble at
The two guards moved away leaving a stunned Tom Paris
behind trying desperately to put all the facts
together. Sleep eluded him as his mind started to put
the pieces of the puzzle together.
That he was more than likely to have been picked as a
companion to Prince Chakotay. Paris companions have
been around going back several generations-the Paris
males who went into service to the throne.
‘More like whores to the throne. Where was the fucking
honor in that?’ Tom decided to fight harder against
becoming a pawn in the Royal politics. He was going to
have to bide his time, let the Prince think he had
capitulated and make his escape to parts unknown. Let
the Prince have one of his cousins, no good,
money-freeloaders as his father had called them.
A soft sob escaped him as he realized how much he
missed the gruff old man with a little resentment as
to why he had never been told about the Paris
companions. Just before dawn, he fell into a troubled
Chakotay felt cold inside while his blood raged on the
battlefield against the raiders. Every fall, the Royal
family sent out the military to guard the southern
borders from the raiders. This year there were more
than usual and there were frequent pitched battles,
which the Dark Prince was enjoying way too much.
His advisors feared that the rage would come on and
his Royal Highness would become unmanageable. Chakotay
would call for a bottle of the finest red wine to be
brought to him each night drinking himself to sleep.
The prince’s temper grew shorter and shorter with each
passing day and finally Captain Donato was called to
intervene before the Prince went on a rampage.
Turning his unit over to his second in command, Donato
started staying with the Prince keeping the bronze man
on an even keel. Each night, Chakotay’s pain-filled
eyes would find the kitchen tent looking for a blond
head by the cooking fire. It hurt the Captain to see
his future King in pain and decided to have a talk
with the young Lord.
When Chakotay fell asleep, Donato wiped the tears off
of the grief stricken face and pulled the bed covers
over the stocky body. He felt the pain of his Prince
as he smoothed the raven black hair back from his
“Tom,” he whispered hopefully in his sleep. “Please.”
Scowling, Donato left the tent.
Tom jumped awake when he felt a foot kicking him under
the wagon along with an angry voice that sounded
familiar to his sleep-laden mind.
“Get up, you little worm. If it wasn’t for Prince
Chakotay, I would escort you to Kile Island myself.”
Donato got angry when the young man came up from his
bedroll with defiance and bitterness in his stance.
His face was unreadable.
“I wish I was at Kile Island instead of here playing
whore to the Prince,” Tom figured he had nothing to
lose at this point as he glared at the Captain of the
Tom’s anger at the entire situation had left him
unprepared for the gloved hand that slapped him to the
ground spitting out blood from a split lip and cut
cheek. His anger propelled him to bounce back up only
to have a fist in his gut put him retching in the
“One week at Kile Island will show you what a true
whore is as you use your pretty face and ass just to
stay alive. Why is it so hard for you to understand a
simple concept?” Donato asked vehemently as he hauled
Tom back to his feet. “It is a simple duty to your
kingdom and the throne."”
“Then you do it if it means so much to you, bastard,”
Tom spat bloody foam in the Captain’s face in pure
“I would do it in a heartbeat since I love the Prince
that way and always have, Tom. Only two things keep me
from it,” Donato confessed as he dropped the blond to
“What’s that?” His anger left him at the sudden
confession from the Captain.
Donato ducked his head, “I am not a Paris and the
Prince is not in love with me as I am not a blue eyed
blond. No matter what I would even do the Prince has
his heart set on you and I think you would be a total
fool to break his great heart.”
“I didn’t ask for any for any of this, Captain,” Tom
didn’t believe him as his voice grew icy again and he
crawled under the wagon into his bedroll.
“I use to think you were a smart man, Paris. Now I see
a fool about to meet his own worst enemy.” Donato
remarked with a twinge of envy. “Chakotay would have
given you the world for just a little bit of love from
The Captain spat his contempt turned on his heel and
left Tom to his misery.
As Tom tossed restlessly hoping for some sleep, he
tried to remember Erin Lacey’s hazel eyes and red
hair, instead a pair of deep dark brown eyes framed by
raven black hair tormented what little shut eye he got
that night. Eyes that were filled with a soft love and
concern for him only to turn cold when he tried to run
“What are you looking at?” A very hung over Chakotay
opened his bleary eyes the next morning only to find
Donato waiting for him.
“A drunk pretending to be a Prince of the Realm. Why
haven’t you made sure this whole situation was
explained to Thomas so that he understood what was
going on after you rescued him from the headsman axe?”
Donato asked for an explanation sure that Thomas was
so confused that he didn’t know what to expect or how
to handle this whole situation.
“I was waiting for the King’s judgement, Donato,” the
Prince snapped as he groaned into his hands with his
head. “I was hoping he would feel something for me at
that would make him stay of his own choice.”
“Sounds like you both need a good long talk with each
other and be honest. And be sure that you tell Tom
everything,” Donato advised.
“I’ll take it under consideration after I’m alive once
again,” Chakotay snorted.
Kato and Shorty were assigned to bring Tom back to the
Prince’s tent for service at the end of his second
week. They made sure that he was bathed and put on
fresh clothes. After checking to make sure the ankle
chain was fastened to the center post, he was left
alone in the tent wondering what to do. His bedroll
looked inviting and he decided it would be a good time
to catch up on his sleep and deal with other things
Chakotay found the young man still asleep when he
entered the tent that evening.
Tom was regulated to doing menial chores and body
duties for the prince, but the dark man never laid a
hand on Tom. He only spoke to him regarding his duties
and nothing more.
Four weeks later,
The King’s Courier arrived on his lathered steed
dismounted and handed the message pouch to Captain
Tom breathed a sigh of relief knowing that it would
finished one way or another once the missive was read.
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