Dangerous loyalty『Tartaglia x MR』

III

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Later on that day, M/n settled for a hot bath to relax his nerves, so of course, Tartaglia orders for the maids to take care of everything as M/n sat in his room reading a book with his favorite tea to accompany it.
"That man frets over me too much...I could have run my bathwater."M/n sighs as he snaps the book closed then drops it onto the coffee table. All M/n could do was dig in his memory and of course, it would seem that Tartaglia has been doing things like this since he first pledged his loyalty to the prince.

There is no one closer to M/n than Tartaglia and the ginger made sure to keep it that way. He would ward off anyone who attempts to gain the princes' affection, he wanted it all to himself; like a puppy. M/n felt smothered by this but it gave him a leg up on what to help Tartaglia fix so he'd be ready for the female lead; Lumine. M/n had planned on running away to either Mondstadt, Inazuma, or Liyue.
"Alright, the best male candidate in each nation... Kaeya and Diluc in Mondstadt, Tohma in Inazuma, and Zhongli in Liyue...If I'm lucky enough to catch their attention. I have to leave it up to chance when I get to that point in life..."While in thought, someone knocks on his room door. He already knew who it was but decided to humor him.
"Who is it?"

"Tartaglia, your majesty."

"You may enter."M/n answers while taking a sip of his tea, Tartaglia opens the door and bows.
"Your bath is ready."

"Thank you, are my nightclothes already in the bathroom?"M/n questions as he advances towards Tartaglia. The ginger nods, stepping aside to allow M/n to exit the room. Without exchanging another word, they walk quietly down the hall until they reach the bathroom.
"I'll be standing guard."

"You don't have to."

"It is my duty. If you need assistance, I'll be here."

"Cut it out."M/n mutters annoyed that the maids had to run his water instead of himself but he was lightly flustered from Tartaglia's proposition, he nearly slams the door behind him and stripes down to nothing then plunges himself into the hot water.
"Ooh~ Hot water has never felt so nice..."M/n was happy to be in the water, no matter how many hot baths he takes, it still feels the same each time.
"Hm, so how do I break a bad habit of a puppy? How did Lumine do it? Tsk, it's the power of the female lead...I'm just a side character with an important role in bringing the two leads together." M/n sinks further into the water, leaving his nose above the surface.

M/n wanted to swim around the large tub but settles for floating.
Rich people have it so easy...This bathroom is the same size as my apartment. I can't believe they put actual Cecilia's in my water...I could have done without but it's nice of them...

All he could do before washing up was basking in the water's warmth, however, it was short-lived when a noise sounds off from the right. M/n jumps up to see a recruit, pleasuring himself while looking at M/n's necked body.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"M/n yells loudly, this of course alerts Tartaglia, who soon throws the door open before M/n could even attempt to hurt the mortal partaking in an indecent act.

Tartaglia moves at breakneck speed, his left hand goes straight to the recruit's neck and slams him onto the floor with so much force he breaks the titles.
"How dare filth like you gaze upon the one and only prince of Snezhnaya!? I should castrate you in front of the prince and make you eat your cock! Then I'll drown you-"

"Tartaglia-"

"In the water here and now! And if you don't drown, I'll gut you like a fish-!!"

"TARTAGLIA!!"M/n yells loudly, this time earning the ginger's attention. He drops the recruit and rushed over to grab a towel and robe to cover himself with.
That was a surprise, I don't think I've ever seen Tartaglia that angry before. If I stayed quiet he would have killed that man and got blood everywhere, including on me...So this is the wolf...
"What should I do with this scum bag? Am I allowed to kill him?"

"Hand."

"Hm?"

"Give me your hand."M/n lightly snaps holding out his upturned palm. Once Tartaglia understood, he plops his gloved hand onto M/n's palm.
"Good boy...I give you permission to rip his head off and feed him to the wolves of Snezhnaya."