Dangerous loyalty『Tartaglia x MR』

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"I greet her majesty, the Tsaritsa."Voiced a lanky 'young' male. The woman upon the throne smiles down at the one who kneels before her.
"I'm hurt, you no longer call me mother. Oh, how I miss the days you would run to me and sit on my lap as our soldiers would greet us both, only for you to stand by me years later but now...My very own son; the Prince of Snezhnaya, kneels before his mother as if he were one of the many soldiers."

"But that's what I am, I am no longer just a prince. I serve our great nation to ensure its successful future... Need I remind you that you're the mother of all here in Snezhnaya, how dare I be foolish and call you mother as I once did?"The Cyro Archon sighs heavily, her son had become too cold and curt for her liking. There was once warmth in his voice but now it's as if she's having a conversation with a Glaser. She lets out a long sigh, knowing that was the most she'd get.
"Where is your loyal dog?"

"... Tartaglia is training recruits of the Fatui as of now, your majesty. Out of 500 recruits, 100 managed to pass the first portion."

"Hmm, 20%...For next month's quota, please aim for 40%. Anything else to report?"

"....The production of Delusions have spiked, however, the amount of those who can obtain and wield them have decreased due to the low amount of vision wielders joining the higher ranks."The Tsaritsa taps her finger against the throne, a frown was all the male could see.
"Oversee the training, for now, I will tell you about my plans on the delusions later. You are dismissed."

"Yes." The male stands from his kneeling position and leaves the main hall, closing the double doors behind him. There in the hall was where his composer breaks and he collapses to the tile floor.
"Oh man...One moment I'm being shot by a robber then next I'm sprawled out in the snow!"He mutters to himself, this world was still new and quite frankly overwhelming.

It was an absolute surprise when he woke up in the snow, at first, he assumed he was dreaming but the snow at his back felt all too real...
"

Prince M/n?"Startled by the voice, M/n snaps his head up to see his loyal dog; Tartaglia gazing worriedly at him. That's when M/n remember that he was sitting on the floor in front of the door that leads to the main hall.

Standing from the marble flooring, he dusts himself off the gives his attention back to the ginger.
"Yes?"

"Are you unwell? Your complexion is paler than usual-"

"Paler? As if, any paler and I'll blend with the snow. What brings you from the training grounds?"

"Ah, the trainees have completed their training for the day."M/n nods from the short report but there was something on his mind...
"Tartaglia."

"Yes?!"

"You're loyal to me, right?"

"Of course, if wished for me to bring the world to its knees, I'd do it for you."While saying this, Tartaglia drops onto his left knee turning his gaze to the floor.
"You saved my life, all that I am belongs to you. I'm loyal to you and anyone you wish me to be loyal to."

"What if that loyalty kills me?"

"Huh?"That was a bizarre question for Tartaglia, he didn't understand it. He has given his life to protect the prince when he was merely a teen, so hearing this question was throwing Tartaglia into a spiral.
"How could it?"

"....."

"Prince-"

"What if you're too loyal to me that if I were to leave you'd assume that I was brainwashed?
Would you kill me? Or would your loyalty cause you to follow me to the ends of the world?"M/n asked as he lowers himself to Tartaglia level just to lift his head; so that they're making eye contact. The ginger was stunned into silence, M/n was never one to snap at anyone but Tartaglia forced out the only thing he could.
"Wherever you go, I won't be far to follow..."

"Good... That's the answer I wanted to hear. All you have to do now is stay true, if you don't and you kill me... I'll never forgive you. Now stand, I wish to see the recruits spar."Tartaglia was glued to M/n, he couldn't look away, even as his master stood; waiting for him to do the same.
"Tartaglia?"

"Apologies."He stands rather quickly, now back at eye level with the male, though in all honesty, M/n was only two inches shorter, however, thanks to his footwear he stood at eye level with Tartaglia.
"Please follow me."

"Of course."