The queen begged her husband on their behalf, after some days, Asher closed a deal with his father on the terms and conditions he would learn to become a proper king if Tristan is freed and allowed to stay in the castle, as his emotional support during those years.

Asher caught his father's attention at the mention of 'proper king,' it's all king Owen wanted from him.

Tristan observed Asher's attention skills and willingness to learn. He attached a reward for lesson completion anytime Asher was demotivated to improve his learning.

Two years later.

Asher's last exams had just ended, and they dived in bed for his reward. 

"Congratulations, King Asher," Tristan smiled.  "I knew you could do it."

"Thanks, and my present?" he smirked.

Tristan impatiently ripped off Asher's shirt, his hand trailed to the fabric of Asher's pants. He paused, wide-eyed, as he touched something round and hard. 
What's this? He uses toys?

Tristan pulled Asher's pants, it revealed a golden ring crested with tiny diamond stones. It sat on his firm cock.

Tristan darted to the ring then to his face, as if asking what it was doing there. 

Asher snickered. "Will you marry me?" 

Tristan's eyes dilated.
Are you kidding me! What kind of proposal is this? I mean, who does that!

His face reddened. "Fuck you," Tristan muttered.  

"Yeah, fuck me, and I'll take that as a yes," Asher said with a sly look.

Tristan slipped the ring into his middle finger then raised Asher's legs to rest on his shoulders. "I hope you ate dinner, because you won't be sleeping tonight," a dangerous glint crossed his eyes. 

Asher moaned, toes coiled, and his whole body shivered from the length of Tristan's tongue thrusting in his asshole. 

Tristan gazed at Asher— his eyes glistened with lust and chest lifted as he puffed.

Tristan flicked his tongue.
Sensitive as usual, I love the way he responds to even my slightest movements.

They collided for some rounds, their groans and whimpers disturbed the peace of sleepers in the castle. When the sun was up, their sleep had just begun. 
…

 Everyone in the country was officially invited for Asher's coronation. The people cheered as he took the oath and was crowned king.

He stepped to the podium for his speech. Asher glanced at the audience then smirked. 

"Uncultured, nonchalant, loose, good-for-nothing, pampered, lazy, sissy, effeminate, bottom king, weakling. I heard the things you say about me," he frowned. "Now, you will pay!" 

They flinched, the hall was dead silenced, their eyes horrified, like they were sentenced to death. 

My reputation is so bad that I don't even bother fixing it.

Asher laughed, hitting the podium. "You should have seen your faces! Relax, I'm just fooling around."

They sighed in relief. Their smiles and laughter were forced, just to ease the tension. 

Asher opened a brown scroll. "Now I'm king, there will be a few changes." 

1. The new general of the army is a woman, for the first time. She trained harder than anyone, she is selfless, smart, and has a good heart. She is Scarlet Wade. 

2. Oppression of the masses is prohibited and would be punishable by law.

3. Commoners will be allowed into the castle for parties, like the nobles.

4. Empowerment of hardworking commoners will hold annually, this would promote development, motivate people, and reduce poverty in the country.

5. The new royal advisor is my fiance, Tristan Bradford. I couldn't have gone this far without him.

Asher looked back to wave a surprised Tristan, then he continued. 

6. Honourable positions will be opened to everyone irrespective of their social status, gender, colour, or sexual preference. I want to work with the most eligible people and I can say, these two earned their titles equitably, they are more than capable.

Asher studied the displeased look on the nobles' faces and how they quietly grumbled. He darted to read the last one.

7. Want to keep your positions? You can. All you need to do is to enrol in the eligibility test and prove yourself worthy to serve me. It's that simple. 

He shrugged and rolled the scroll.

The crowd murmured as Asher turned on his heels, holding his red robe. "If you're unsatisfied..." he plopped onto the gold throne, his legs crossed as he swung his royal staff in the air with a grin. "...you can suck my dick!" 

Owen face-palmed and whispered to Alice. "Was this the best decision?"

"Yes, he's ready to rule," she smiled. 
…

Asher's wedding came after a month, he invited the people of Ashernia, everyone was welcomed. 

Asher stood in his room, in front of a large mirror. He was dressed in dazzling white clothes, his robe glimmered, with an intention to steal the spotlight. 

"Your majesty, the fabric suits your body type so well," she adjusted the edges. 

Asher smugged. "I know, it was personally made by the best designer in Reedcoast."

His smug disappeared when he looked in the mirror again. "...but, I can see through my chest, my pants are tight, and I think my back is too exposed," he turned half-way, then shifted his transparent silver robe. 

She giggled. "It's gorgeous, I think your husband will love it too." 

Asher took a deep breath. "Okay, Okay."

She adjusted his silver crown and closed his veil. "What a pretty bride you are."

"It's male bride," Asher said.

"Sorry sir, male bride. Got it."

Tristan was adorned in a black elegant regal attire, the ceremonial apparel unarguably brought off the royalty in him. 

His family members stared in stupefaction of his transition.

"You look like a noble."

"They grow up so fast."

"Woah, I didn't recognize you!"

"I love the golden crown, now, that is luxurious," Ethan said.

"How does it feel to be the king's husband and Ashernia royal advisor?" 

"I promised myself, I'm not gonna cry. Your mother will be so proud of you," Darius wiped a tear. 

Tristan smiled. "Thank you, all of you." He looked around. "Where's Betty?"