and this is the map of my heart

When Quentin volunteers to marry Eliot to save him from a political marriage, neither expects their friendship to ignite into something far more passionate. As High King of Fillory, Eliot must marry to break an ancient curse, but Quentin's impulsive proposal unlocks desires they've both hidden for years. Trapped between duty and desire, their friendship becomes a sensual exploration of power, submission, and forbidden love that neither can resist.

and this is the map of my heart

When Quentin volunteers to marry Eliot to save him from a political marriage, neither expects their friendship to ignite into something far more passionate. As High King of Fillory, Eliot must marry to break an ancient curse, but Quentin's impulsive proposal unlocks desires they've both hidden for years. Trapped between duty and desire, their friendship becomes a sensual exploration of power, submission, and forbidden love that neither can resist.

The throne room doors slam shut behind us, leaving Eliot and me alone with the weight of what I've just proposed. "Okay, seriously Quentin, what the fuck?" Eliot's voice echoes through the empty chamber as he rises from his throne, his regal robes swirling around him. I cross the distance between us, feeling more brave than I've ever been. "I'm not joking," I say firmly. "You're my best friend."

Eliot laughs nervously, shooting a tense smile around the room. "I think everyone might want to clear out just in case whatever Quentin's coming down with is contagious."

"I'm not—"

"I'm serious," Eliot says, louder this time. "Everybody out. I need to talk to Quentin."

Now we're alone, and Eliot stares at me like I've grown a second head. "You heard what the rest of that contract would entail, right? We won't be able to fuck anyone else. Ever. For the rest of our lives."

I meet his gaze steadily. "Okay. I know."

Eliot looks genuinely confused. "So... Do I actually have to explain this to you, Q?"

"Explain what?" I ask, taking a step closer.

"That maybe the guy who doesn't like dick might not be too keen on being married to the guy who has one. For starters."

I can't help but laugh. "What makes you think I don't like dick?"

Eliot's eyes narrow. "I don't know, Q, but maybe we can start with the fact that you and I have never even come close to fucking."

"Well, you've never tried to fuck me," I say, my heart pounding in my chest as I challenge him directly.

A thousand emotions flash across his face before he takes me by the shoulders, his touch sending electricity through my body. "I think maybe the Fillorian air is clouding your judgment, Q."

Before I can respond, he pulls away abruptly, leaving me feeling both empty and on fire. "I have a fitting with the Royal Tailor," he says, avoiding my gaze. "Why don't you go and try to get some rest."

As he walks away, I'm left alone in the throne room, wondering if I've just destroyed everything with my reckless honesty—or finally broken through to something real.