A Kings Tale

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Scott awoke the next day and wished he never did, wished that he could return to sleep for eternity. 

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A full month had passed and things had calmed down quite a bit. Scott began regularly visiting Lhaan of his own will, hoping that showing willingness would relent his sadistic actions. Lhaan allowed him in when he wasn't busy, letting him remain in the room as company. Scott on the other hand began warming up to him, becoming affectionate, likely an internal defence mechanism. 

"More tea?" Scott asked politely, to which Lhaan nodded without taking his eyes off his paperwork. Scott happily filled the empty cup and set down the pot to once again cling to the man, which Lhaan ignored. He enjoyed times when the man was busy, as he was rarely pushed away, the older male being too absorbed in his work to mind him much. otherwise, he tended to back off and admire him from afar. 

Lhaan looked down at him a few times before sighing softly and pushing him aside. "you're getting in the way" he muttered before quickly losing himself in his work again, Scott of course backed off a bit and watched quietly with somewhat of a longing gaze, which only came to Lhaans attention when he sat back to take a break. "What are you looking at?" he asked sharply, to which Scott looked away with a soft pink tint forming on his cheeks. Lhaan, being a perceptive man noticed and leaned forwards to see it better. "Why is your face flushing?" he asked with a  disapproving look. "Nothing but your good looks master" Scott smiled up at him, only for said smile to fade at the expression displayed on his master's features. A look of disgust found itself plastered on his face as he grabbed the young man's face and pulled it close. "don't tell me you're developing feelings for me you sorry excuse for a rodent" he hissed and squeezed, earning a soft cry of pain from the boy. 

Scott was once again cast out of the room, left to stand in the hall wondering what he did wrong. Feelings? he didn't have feelings, he simply gave his compliments to the man. Scott sighed softly and returned to his room. 

A day had passed since the incident and Scott came to his master's door and knocked, awaiting an answer. "haven't you heard?" he heard whispered across the halls behind him. "the lord came back from the auction again with more servant" the voice continued, and for some reason, Scott felt his heart drop. "he's spent all night with them so far, was it two or three?" another answered. 

As one could expect, Lhaan never answered the door, more did he the day after, or the one after that. Scott didn't take it well and became more and more desperate for his Master's attention. He began laying in bed all day, and as time passed he got worse, he started weeping, then stopped eating. His health quickly declined until he fell deathly ill. Not once did Lhaan come to visit him, not once did he even consider it, and in nothing but a week Scott passed. 

At first, Lhaan did not care. he didn't even think about the fall of the man, not until he realized what he'd lost. The room felt emptier without the man in the corner, watching and waiting for orders. his tea wasn't the same, it was too bitter or too sweet, Scott seemed to be the only one who ever got it right. His side was colder without the body pressed against his, reading over his shoulder. He felt lonely, a foreign feeling. He began to grieve the young man without realizing it, his own health declining in the process. Although he ate, his body no longer process food properly. His stress was physically making him sick. In time, he passed as well with the final wish to be buried by Scott's side, the one he had tortured and tormented, one he had no right to make, yet his wish was still fulfilled. 

And so their story came to an end, a tragic one for both. A young man whose life was forcefully torn away, one who came to lie to himself that he loved a man who made his life miserable. And an unearthly being who in his own selfish desires, caused the death of another and perished himself because he couldn't handle losing someone he saw as nothing but a toy.