All Chapters of Royal Sins : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The afternoon sun bathed Jacob’s garden in warm gold. Atlas leaned against a wooden fence with his arms crossed and a playful smirk on his lips as he watched Jacob prune the rose bushes with those strong, calloused hands that had touched every inch of his body.“You know,” Atlas drawled, teasing Jacob, “watching you work like this should be illegal. The way your shirt sticks to your back when you sweat… it’s distracting as hell.”Jacob straightened up, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. “You’re meant to stay and watch or return at once to the palace not flirting like a beast in heat.”Atlas chuckled and stepped closer, plucking a bright flower and twirling it between his fingers. “Can’t help it. You look too good bending over like that. Makes me want to drag you behind the shed and…”Jacob moved fast, he dropped the shears, cupped Atlas’s face, and kissed him hard, swallowing the rest of the sentence. When Jacob pulled back, his eyes looked serious. “My parents a

The spy crouched low behind the thick hedge, as he watched the two men at Jacob’s cottage. He had expected a quick meeting, between the Crown Prince and some commoner. Instead, he saw something forbidden in their kingdom.Atlas grabbed Jacob like a drowning man reaching for air. Their mouths crashed together in a desperate, messy kiss, tongues sliding, hands gripping shirts, bodies pressing. Jacob shoved Atlas against the rough wooden wall, one thick thigh sliding between the prince’s legs. Atlas moaned softly into the kiss completely lost. The prince who was always so composed in public, looked wrecked, his fingers tangled in the farmer’s dark hair, pulling him closer as if he’d die without the contact.The spy’s eyes narrowed. This wasn’t a casual fuck. This was a man in love, reckless and burning. The way Atlas clung to Jacob, the way his body surrendered… it was deeper than lust. The spy slipped away silently before the men finally broke apart, because he had seen enough. More th

Atlas dragged his feet down to his chambers, shoulders heavy from exhaustion and guilt. Every step felt like wading through mud. The confrontation with Jacob earlier that day kept replaying in his head. He just wanted to collapse into bed and forget the world for a few hours. But the moment he turned the corner toward his private chambers, everything inside him went ice-cold. The doors were slightly open. His own guards were nowhere in sight. Instead, two tall figures stood at attention, his father’s personal guards. Tension spiked through Atlas like lightning. He ignored them and pushed the doors open slowly. There, sitting comfortably in Atlas’s favorite high-backed chair like he owned the room, was Prince Gaius. With one leg crossed over the other and a glass of Atlas’s finest wine swirling in his hand. “Brother,” Gaius greeted with a warm smile. “You missed dinner again. You’ve been overworking yourself lately. It’s like you’re using all this duty to distract yourself f

Jacob stood in the doorway of his cottage long after Atlas and Phillip had. His hands gripped the wooden frame so tightly. The warmth of Atlas’s soft kiss still lingered on his lips.He kept replaying everything, the tension in Atlas’s shoulders, the way Phillip had kept looking back like he expected arrows from the trees, the fear in Atlas eyes.“Something is wrong,” Jacob whispered to his empty house. He could feel it. He had opened his home, introduced Atlas to his family, given him every piece of himself. And still, the prince kept secrets.He couldn’t take it anymore.Jacob grabbed his dark cloak, blew out the lantern, and slipped out into the night. He ran silently along the path, following the faint sound of footsteps ahead. He needed answers and was determined to get it that night.Atlas walked beside Phillip, every muscle in his body felt heavy. The palace was still abit far from them, but the forest path felt safer that night. They had already stopped twice, their ears strai

Jacob walked through the village square with his head down and a basket of fresh herbs slung over his shoulder. He had barely slept after storming out of Phillip’s hut.Then he heard two women by the well reduce their voices as he passed, but not low enough.“…the palace soldiers are asking questions about the foreign farmer.”“They are investigating him, so I heard.”Jacob’s steps faltered. His blood ran cold. Why would the palace be investigating me? The answer hit him like a punch to the gut, he remembered the conversation he had overheard in the forest. Gaius blackmailing Atlas. The sketches. The three-day threat.“Is this about Gaius’s threat?” He thought.In the palace, as Prince Atlas walked through the grand hall. Servants bowed, but their eyes lingered too long. Whispers followed him like shadows. Phillip appeared at his side. He leaned in close while pretending to adjust Atlas’s cloak. “Gaius isn’t sticking to his words by waiting for the three days. He’s moving faster than