07-15-2017, 05:16 AM
Frowning at the sight, Erumollien ordered a servant to bring a meal to his intended before walking out of his chambers, head held high as he announced to a guard that he shall be taking open court for the day.
Beriadan reacted badly to his rash action, but one glance at his cousin and his advisor sighed and bowed his head to allow him to hold court. It was an uneventful day when he awoke and the only excitement to be found was that of his godson's excited run towards him before tackling him to the ground.
When he was to return to his chambers, he noted a servant just arriving with a tray laden with food, he stopped the servant and took the tray. If his intended had not eaten yet then he shall bring the food to him. It was only right.
Gently nudging the door open, he entered and laid the tray down upon his intended's dresser. He recalled that not all people understood s words, he sighed.
"What I said earlier was not a threat. Beriadan once startled me and I struck him on instinct." He explained, he would truly have found it easier to bear if his intended understood some small part of him but no. His intended seemed ignorant to everything save his own thoughts.
Leaving the room, he found Beriadan waiting for him and he smiled at his cousin who grabbed him by the wrist. "Come along, Erumollien, we best run while there is still light." The king raised a brow at his cousin who simply answered.
"The lake is cool and fresh at night, it takes away the pain at times." The king nodded, forgetting that he had stationed that same lake underneath his sister's room. Which was now his intended's.
Removing his robes, revealing the scars upon his flesh, he turned to look at his cousin who had already leapt into the water. He rarely found himself doing anything for recreation and would often be forced into situations such as these. But he did not mind for Beriadan looked truly happy as he swam about. Leaping into the water, he began doing backstrokes as he allowed the stinging cold of the lake's water embrace him.
Beriadan reacted badly to his rash action, but one glance at his cousin and his advisor sighed and bowed his head to allow him to hold court. It was an uneventful day when he awoke and the only excitement to be found was that of his godson's excited run towards him before tackling him to the ground.
When he was to return to his chambers, he noted a servant just arriving with a tray laden with food, he stopped the servant and took the tray. If his intended had not eaten yet then he shall bring the food to him. It was only right.
Gently nudging the door open, he entered and laid the tray down upon his intended's dresser. He recalled that not all people understood s words, he sighed.
"What I said earlier was not a threat. Beriadan once startled me and I struck him on instinct." He explained, he would truly have found it easier to bear if his intended understood some small part of him but no. His intended seemed ignorant to everything save his own thoughts.
Leaving the room, he found Beriadan waiting for him and he smiled at his cousin who grabbed him by the wrist. "Come along, Erumollien, we best run while there is still light." The king raised a brow at his cousin who simply answered.
"The lake is cool and fresh at night, it takes away the pain at times." The king nodded, forgetting that he had stationed that same lake underneath his sister's room. Which was now his intended's.
Removing his robes, revealing the scars upon his flesh, he turned to look at his cousin who had already leapt into the water. He rarely found himself doing anything for recreation and would often be forced into situations such as these. But he did not mind for Beriadan looked truly happy as he swam about. Leaping into the water, he began doing backstrokes as he allowed the stinging cold of the lake's water embrace him.