Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 192: Entitled

Riven waited patiently, propping his chin on his hand.

With a muttered curse under his breath, Leon stepped toward the dishes. He lifted the silver lid of one, revealing spiced roasted meats, and began placing slices on Riven’s plate with painstaking care. His movements were stiff, and his pride was wounded.

Riven watched with evident amusement, biting back a smirk.

"See?" Riven said, accepting the plate. "Not so hard. A bit of humility suits you."

Leon didn’t respond. He sat beside Riven in a cold silence, stabbing into his own food like it had personally offended him. Riven, unbothered, took a slow bite, savouring both the flavour and Leon’s barely contained fury.

Halfway through the meal, Riven tilted his head thoughtfully. "You know what?"

"No," Leon said flatly. "Whatever it is, no."

Riven grinned. "I think you should feed me."

Leon froze with his fork halfway to his mouth. "Are you insane?"

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Riven’s eyes sparkled with wicked delight. "You want your title back. Your kingdom. Your independence. I believe pleasing me was part of the contract."

Leon looked like he was seconds from exploding.

"This is ridiculous," he snapped. "I’m not your—"

Riven leaned in slightly, his voice low and teasing. "Is that a refusal?"

Leon stared at him, muscles tight, his jaw clenched. Riven raised one eyebrow in mock challenge.

And then Leon gave a sharp exhale, grabbed a piece of roasted meat with his fork, and held it up to Riven with barely concealed rage.

"Open your mouth and shut up."

"Well, that is quite contradictory!" Riven said with a smirk.

Leon only rolled his eyes and waited for the wolf to finish taking the bite.

Riven chuckled and obeyed, leaning forward to take the bite. "Mmm. Tender," he said, licking a bit of sauce from his lip slowly, deliberately.

Leon looked away, face flushed—not with embarrassment, but pure, unadulterated irritation.

"This is so degrading," Leon hissed as he fed him another.

"Is it?" Riven replied around the mouthful. "I think it’s charming. Domestic, even. Isn’t this how married couples eat?"

Leon nearly stabbed the fork into the table.

"It is practice! For when you get a wife!" Riven said with excitement. Of course, that would not happen.

Riven smiled sweetly and took another bite, staring at the storm brewing in Leon’s eyes. Despite everything, Leon obeyed—resentfully, begrudgingly, but still obeyed.

Leon hated it.

He hated the way Riven so casually threw the word married into the conversation, like it didn’t weigh on him, a burden that he could not relieve himself of.

In this kingdom, tradition was everything. Their society, matriarchal at its core, had always crowned queens, true rulers, chosen by birth or marriage. The prince, no matter how powerful, no matter how skilled, was always the assistant.

The queens bring forth the new heir, they create a life, and they are always held in high regard.

Still, was that enough of a reason to simply give them the throne? Should it not be based on ability?

He wasn’t weak. He wasn’t some pampered royal with no sense of responsibility... Well, others might disagree, but to him, he was capable.

He had trained relentlessly, studied every text on governance and warfare, and outshone every general and scholar brought before him. His instincts were sharp, his strategies sound. He had earned the respect of the court and the admiration of his people, his. Not a queen’s. Not a future wife’s. His.

But none of it mattered.

None of it would ever matter unless he bowed to tradition and found a woman to take the throne beside him—above him.

Riven’s teasing words from earlier echoed in his mind: "Isn’t this how married couples eat?"

Leon gritted his teeth. The idea that he was meant to serve, to submit, to hand over the reins—it made his blood boil. The princes before him had all done it. Smiled, married, and faded quietly into the role of consort while their wives ruled. They were remembered fondly, but never revered. Never feared. Never respected the way Leon wanted to be.

And now, as if the insult weren’t great enough, the person standing between him and the throne wasn’t even a noblewoman.

It was Riven.

A half-wolf, sharp-tongued menace who seemed to enjoy pushing every one of his buttons. Riven wasn’t docile or accommodating. He didn’t treat Leon like a king. He made him serve food, forced him to feed him like a servant, and mocked him with every lopsided grin and every flippant remark.

How could his mother do this to him?! Give this... This fool the power, the reins to his life!

He immediately got up and rushed off. Riven did not push him. He simply watched as Leon rushed away.

The grand doors of the council chamber slammed open with a resounding thud, halting the ongoing discussions. The Dowager Queen, seated at the head of the table, looked up sharply, her eyes narrowing as she saw Leon approach with no regard for etiquette.

"Mother," Leon began, his voice tight with barely restrained anger. "We need to talk. Now."

The assembled officials exchanged uneasy glances. The Queen raised a hand, signalling for silence.

"Please excuse my son." The Dowager Queen gave a nod to the officials sitting there, all women.

Without waiting for a response, she exited the chamber, her robes flowing behind her. Leon trailed after her, his footsteps echoing in the marble hallway.

Once they were alone, she turned to face him, her expression stern. "What is the meaning of this outburst?"

Leon clenched his fists. "Why did you make my reinstatement contingent on Riven’s forgiveness? He’s been treating me like a servant, using your decree as leverage."

The Queen’s eyes flashed. "Perhaps because you need to learn humility. You’ve been arrogant, dismissive, and impulsive. This arrangement is a lesson."

"A lesson?" Leon’s voice rose. "I’m your son! I deserve the throne by right."

She stepped closer, her gaze piercing. "Deserve? You think blood alone entitles you to rule? Power must be earned, not inherited."