Deceit and betrayal [kinnporsche]

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"He is a warlock! I swear in the name of the thousands of gods, he is!" Kinn was sat with his leg spread on his throne. His hair was fixed and slicked back not making his beauty go unnoticed. He sighed, showing his annoyance of an interrupted evening in his chambers. "My lord, I would never disturb you if it was not important." His servant, whom he couldn't care less to remember his name of, opened the large doors that went up all the way to the ceiling at the command of Kinns hand movement.

In walked a mysterious man with hands locked behind his back. His face was bruised with blood dripping from his cherry colored lips down to his chin. He smiled at the king and mockingly bowed down to greet him.
"Well well, if it isn't the king himself. Pleasure to meet you," He said. Kinn stood up from his throne and walked down to stand only one feet away from the man.
"Your name." It was not a question, what the king demanded was never a question only an order and whoever had anything against it had to deal with the consequences. And those consequences were not pretty.

"Unlock my hands, love." Kinn clenched his jaw as he walked closer.
"It's a fair price to pay. My name is worth a lot, my lord," then he smiled again and every time he did so, Kinns jaw would clench tighter. His servant observed nervously in the corner with the guards.

"You can't talk to the King of Deathtail that way!" The servant bursts out. The man instead laughed and made Kinn embarrassed of him.

"Out. All of you." And at his command they walked out, nervous of leaving the king alone with an unknown man accused of sorcery. In the empty room stands one King and one mysterious man, staring at each other.

"Careful with the staring, my lord. I might cast a spell on those pretty eyes," he chuckled but the king quickly raised a dagger of gold to the side of his throat. The man's breathing hit the kings neck so precisely it made him shiver. And his breath was warm.
"Watch your fucking tongue, I don't play games."

"I apologize my lord, it clearly was not my intention," he said, in an obvious mocking tone.

"Warlocks have been long extinct," he said and removed the dagger slightly but he stood still in his position.

"Must be because of your great great great grandfather or maybe was it your great great great GREAT grandfather?"

"You're not from here, who are you?"

"Prosche. My name is Porsche." Porsche liked doing that—the teasing of royal people. It satisfied him in ways that no one would ever comprehend. And no matter what he said he always got away with it, it surely was one of his greatest talents. Besides his talent of being the most attractive man alive of course. His brown hair and black eyes were common but on his face it made him look unique.
He was tall too, just around Kinn's length and muscular too. A bit too much for Kinns taste if he had to go up against him.

"Prosche..." He said, almost as if he was tasting his name, seeing if it sat right in his mouth.

"If I find out that this species somehow managed to survive and that you are one of them I will have you hung up in front of my people."

"You have no proof."

"You never denied the accusation."

"I will get killed either way,"

"So, what are you waiting for? When are you going to attack me now that you unlocked your hands?"

"You are not a fool, my lord." Porsche smirked and released the chains he was holding.

"If you go now I will hunt you down and then kill you. Whatever it takes." The king stated.

"If I don't?"

"I'll make you my guard."