“Y- You can’t... You can’t!” Erriene’s eyes went wide, and he took two steps back. “You’ve become insane. There are other ways to solve this!”
“Then tell me, Erriene. Do I admit to Chevelle that you made a fool out of me? I might as well resign my inheritance because I am not worthy of my own name anymore.”
Erriene’s hands clutch at the white fabric of his own clothes over his chest, and Alarick cursed the shakiness, and the desperation in his voice.
He took a step closer to Erriene and held his cheek with one hand.
“I am not asking you to love me, Erriene,” Alarick said, even as the words seemed to cut deep into his own chest. “I would never take from you what you won’t give to me willingly. I only ask for your company, and for you to recognize… recognize that you are m- mine.”
The words seemed to not want t
Erriene looked at his surroundings.The path now was clear, a vast valley full of healthy grass, the high mountains in the distance and occasional lake that they had to make their way around.While the party of the soldiers strolled behind, he decided to keep his own pace for a while. The cold wind made him shiver again and he shrank, burying his chin in the fur coat one of the maids gave him before the travel. It smelled like Alarick.Alarick would be already in Maud right now. Mixed with Gythaean soldiers, Maudians kept a close watch on Erriene and the royal family that was coming along to attend the wedding.When his father accepted Alarick's large offer to keep his sword down and give him permission to take Erriene's hand, the man must have suddenly grew an eye on Alarick's power.He remembered a story back when he was still in Gytha. During King Randal’s reign, he had been said to also give a huge offering- double to what w
Erriene stood therein his white robe at the entrance of the castle while the maids took his possessions away from the carriage by another passage.Erriene trembled at Alarick's possessive gaze. The man had yet to get up from his throne, and Erriene was getting a little nervous. He cleared his throat.Alarick finally got up and walked towards him. His steps seem to echo in Erriene’s ears despite the commotion and flurry of activities of the servants behind him as they carry his possessions as well as greeting the Maudian soldiers for their coming back.Like always, Erriene flinched a little when the man got closer, his size and angry looking face always managed to get him a little out of sorts.Alarick put a hand to his face and caressed his cheek, surprisingly gentle when Erriene thought for sure he would strike."You're here," Alarick whispered, and Erriene frowned at thesoftcaress."I am," he replied.
Erriene looked at the massive room he was currently in.The room Alarick gave him was probably his own. It was entirely made of wood and rock. Everything was simple but very elegant, and Erriene felt a little comforted by it. It was clean and wide and cozy, and surprisingly, he felt at home.The bed was massive and stood against one of the walls, taking over the room. Beside it, some stands full of books, probably for his sake too since Maudians didn't read much, and two giant chests made of metal, wood and leather, which he assumed belonged to Alarick too.There were two big windows which gave him a very beautiful view of the mountains, and the dark winter forest that was just on the horizon.Erriene bit his lips and clutched at his clothes. He was so very tired but laying down in Alarick's bed was just everything he has ever been against.His eyes fell on the little table tucked in a corner full of trinkets and metal and gold-
Later in the night,Alaricktook a sleepy, drunk Erriene upstairs while everyone passed out at the hall and out on the front of the castle by the bigbonfire.Several villages had also made smaller bonfires and were dancing around it, commemorating the joining of the kingdoms once again, taking any excuses to stop working and drink until dawn, making Maud a loud and warm place tonight.Erriene shifted in his arms once again, too sleepy to notice Alarick was carrying him once they were outside the view of the hall.He carried him through the corridors and into his room- their room. He put Erriene on the bed, watching the man immediately curl to his side before going back to lock the door and telling the soldier stationed outside to leave for the night.While he was there, Erriene needed no other protection. He put the key around the doorknob.He turned slowly to Erriene. The elf was sitting up now, looking warily at Alar
Erriene nodded slightly to the bed, face tucked against the pillow while Alarick undid his underpants, and slid them all the way down his legs, opening them again to settle down between them."I have to make our bond permanent, Erriene," he said rather desperately, wanting Erriene to understandhis actions.Why he had to do what he’s about to do… what they’re about to do.Erriene whimpered and made soft complying sounds, still too scared, as if trying to sooth a beast."Yes, just… be careful. Please, pleasedon't hurt me," Erriene begged, voice small and wavering.Alarick felt his heart squeeze. So unlike the strong, brave Erriene he knew.And he had done this all.He brought his hands to Erriene's face, kissed him once on the lips."No, never," he whispered between kisses, "You know I would neverdo that to you, Erriene."Erriene nodded again, turning his head
Alarick woke up with Erriene sleeping, relaxed across his chest, long white silver hair interlaced across his fingers, his left hand across his chest, and a pale leg draped across his abdomen.He caressed Erriene’s head, smiling when the elf tucked his face even further on the crook of his neck and made soft cooing noises. He put one hand on Erriene’s thigh, moving it up and down his skin, and Erriene only burrowed himself closer.Erriene was a lot better like this, docile. He liked it.Something had caught his eye and his smile turned into a grin when he saw the newly formed tattoo-like mark of a ring around Erriene’s ring finger and middle fingeron his left hand.His ring.The one on the ring finger was a swirl of gold and silver intertwining each other and is the mark of their marriage, while the red and blue swirls around the middle finger was a mark of their strong bond which signifies that they had consum
“Where are you going?” Erriene asked suspiciously from his seated position at the table.Erriene was reading one of his books and had looked a little frightened when Alarick entered the room, but soon masqueraded his fear.Alarick looked back at him. He was kneeling in front of his chest, the one always locked where he kept important weapons and tools.One more week had passed and not a glance from Erriene. Now, he was leaving the castle.There were troubles in the North of the country and he had to lead an army there, make a speech and recruit more soldiers from the villages.“Away,” he deadpanned. “I would have told you sooner but you were running away from me.”“Already?” Erriene asked, ignoring the second part of what hehadsaid, a strange emotion across hisprettyface.He looked away from him and Alarick’s face fell. He didn’t know lea
Alarick had been away for a week now, and with nothing to do, Erriene had decided to go down the fair and buy materials to work on stitching the clothes in Alarick’s chest.A lot of his armors and shirts were ripped, probably from training and actual battle, and laid forgotten at the bottom of his chest. He opened the chest because he was feeling bored and curious, and he decided to sew the clothes because he had nothing to do.Also, Alarick should lock it if he didn’t want anyone going through it.Not because he missed him, he told himself. No, not really. That would be ridiculous.Definitely not because he could smell him on his clothes. That one time when he couldn’t stop himself from taking a shirt from Alarick’s chest and burying his nose in it was an accident.But the nights were getting colder since the first one, and he couldn't deny that.“Let me accompany you, Dalli,” Avinash had sa