For the first few days in the tower, the virgin Prince Titus Igran VIII wasn't as bored as he thought he would be. Of course there was nothing to do, but he spent time in his own thoughts, mulling over his new fate for the future. He thought of how long he would spend in the tower, nothing but his thoughts to wait. Then he also thought about what would happen after he was rescued.
Gabriel said after the rescue, he would finally be free of the chastity cage and the knight would take his virginity and have his hand in marriage. However he couldn't help but wonder how the bloodline had continued for this long if every king married a knight? What of a child bearer? After all, Titus had been raised under the belief that having an heir and continuing the legacy was everything.
Yet he had no woman to put his seed into and never will. But Titus simply assumed that would be clarified in the future. In his waiting he thought about the handsome knight who would rescue him and take his virginity, but whenever he did that his manhood wished to grow and could not because of the armour, forcing it to be small no matter how painful. Titus spent most of his days looking out through the window, simply thinking.
Each day was a challenge in length. The monk downstairs brought him two meals a day. Simple food. Bread, cheese and some meat. Water. It was nothing like the food the spoiled virgin Prince was served in the castle, it was peasant food. Titus felt like he was a prisoner. Then he realised, he was a prisoner. He was brought to this tower and locked away completely against his will.
Gabriel had told Titus that after a month word would be spread about his captivity and knights would come to his rescue, hoping they would be the one to have the prince's hand in marriage. After that month Titus was much more eager at the window, longing for a knight to come. And many did. But the beastly orcs were a challenge many simply could not conquer and were split in half by their axes.
This continued for an incredibly long time. Every day he would see another knight trying to rescue him and Titus would grow hopeful, his cock wishing to grow inside the cage every time he saw a strong and handsome knight. Then the knight would either escape the orc lands barely with his life or be slaughtered. Day after day. Night after night. This was all there was to the virgin prince's life.
He lost track of how long he had been in the tower. Every day being the same caused them all to blur. When it was a winter, Titus would start the magic fire and it would warm up the tower and his body which was always naked. No clothes in the tower. No way out of the tower. Every day Titus would shave his entire body, still wishing to look presentable when a knight would come.
Would one come?
Gabriel said that for every ancestor, a knight worthy of his love and virginity eventually rescued him. There had not been a single time one hadn't been rescued. However Gabriel also said that if a knight never came, Titus would spend the rest of his life in the tower until his death. Gabriel. The man who raised him. It had been so long since Titus saw the man, he forgot what he looked like.
He made attempts to shout down to the monk when he served breakfast or dinner, just for a conversation. However the monk just shook his head and went inside. The Prince still appreciated the head shake. The only communication he had in years. He performed what he could remember of military drills to stay fit in a desirable body. If a knight worthy enough would ever come.
Time went on and Titus' isolation made him delirious. The only things he had to do was work out, excremate, urinate, sleep and shave his body. Every day his manhood hurt from being in the rusted cage and yet the days drew on. Days and nights were nothing in the tower. Titus sung to himself. Opera that he makes up. No one speaks to him no matter how much noise he makes.
Not an orc, from the many across the land who sometimes stare at Titus from far away. Not the monk, who's sole purpose it was to keep Titus' well-being. Physical well-being was of course important, yet what of mental well-being? And certainly not a knight. Every day brought a new handsome and strong knight, they would all get to varying degrees of success before failing.
Titus was once excited watching a knight use his mighty strength to scale the tower whilst he watched from the window. Now he became numb to seeing an orc arrow strike into the back of the knight and watching his descent to death. The monk grew weaker and older. It was only a matter of time before he passed away and what then? He was the only human guarding the tower, who cares for it.
