[BxB] All for Us

Chap 18

When Isaac pushed the door open, they found themselves outside, in a small courtyard where in the middle was a small rectangular pond of water. Along it were several statues that were pouring water into the pond. The pond was surrounded by flowers and shrubs of all kinds, only the path made of paving stone was devoid of vegetation. At the end of this small garden was a vault whose columns were mermaids, in the middle of the vault stood a sofa suspended by transparent rods, it swayed slightly.

"I have the impression that you like it, judging by the look on your face."  Said Isaac in Keith's ear.

And he was right, Keith found the place great, it was isolated, so there was this absolute calm, only the sound of the fountains and the wind everything that Keith loved.

"It's pretty good."

"Just good ? I see that you are used to luxury, majesty Keith." Isaac said, as he mimed a reverence to Keith.

"God, stop. I was just kidding, it's gorgeous." 

Keith walked out into the yard and dipped his hand into the water, he saw some fish that he had missed earlier because they were too far away.

"So where did you come from ? If I may be so bold as to ask his sublime greatness, Keith Sayyid." asked Isaac with a smile.

"I think it's too bold to ask me that, after all who doesn't know me ?"

"Ah, I'm sorry I don't know you. Please do me the kindness of helping me to get to know you."

Isaac had moved closer to Keith again, facing him, slightly bent forward to find the young Doume's elusive gaze. He had raised his hands on either side of his body in a theatrical manner, his long hair sliding down his arms.

Keith was intimidated and was a little embarrassed by the turn of the discussion, he did not want to speak about him but he had to find quickly a good way to answer the prince.

"Yeah ok ok I'll tell you... but stop talking like that, it's unbearable." Keith said with a laugh before settling down on the hanging couch. Isaac smiled at him raising his hands in signs of surrender

"You, why don't you say something about yourself, it must be much more interesting." He had pronounced this sentence quickly while looking at the ground before raising his glance to come to cross the one of the prince. He waited anxiously for the answer of Isaac hoping that he would accept this lamentable diversion.

Isaac frowned slightly before leaning against the invisible rods. He seemed to have perceived the game of deflection that Keith had tried to play. But he did not comment on it. He took between his fingers one of the strands of Keith's hair before saying in a calm voice pretending to be slightly cheerful. 

"How could I be more interesting than someone that nobody knows where he comes from and who managed to get into the Palace to work as a decorator ?"

Fuck, Isaac was persistent, but Keith could still get by without revealing too much. 

"Ahh, I will tell you a secret, but keep it between us." Keith smiled as he placed his index finger in front of his mouth

" But your majesty, It's far too easy to get the job, in fact the selection doesn't seem to exist. I just needed to say what the old lady wanted to hear and let my powers of seduction do the rest."

"Oh great. I feel like your powers of seduction have gotten you a lot of things in your life, haven't they ?" 

Despite the cheerfulness of the sentence, the prince did not seem to be laughing at all. Maybe Keith had pushed the limits too far... He began to feel hotter and hotter and could sense the first drops of sweat forming on the back of his nape. However, for the moment it was better to remain in this little game thought the young servant while moving back slightly in his seat. 

"You can talk ! Look at you, you are everything everyone would like to be. A Dolce Baroni. That's privilege."

"So, you want to be me ?"

"Of course ! Are you listening to yourself ?! Damn it." Keith laughed.

He failed to notice the sullen face Isaac was holding.

"It's true that it's good in many ways... But being a Dolce is like, just a matter of DNA... My life and my privileges are only based on that ; everything else is- It doesn't matter.." 

Isaac had turned his face slightly to look at the small pond where the fish continued to swim peacefully. His face was neutral, but Keith could sense the restraint in the prince's posture. 

Keith felt sorry for him, in a way they were only getting treated the way they were because of what was in their genetic code. The young Doume carried the decay of humanity and the young Dolce was the savior.