The King of Crows

A New Found Friend

I couldn't believe my luck honestly, I had only been here for... half an hour, I think, and I had already made a friend. We've been talking to each other, getting to know one another more easily for three hours at least. It was so fun learning about Philza's life, though he didn't want to say it all. Personal reasons apparently. But who cares, I didn't tell everything about me for the same reason. So I guess we were even. Hm. Oh well. Speaking of Philza, his name is quite interesting. He likes being called Phil, but his full name isn't very normal. But then, is any name?

"Ah, here we are Y/N," Phil's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, making me realise that we both had stopped in the castle's main bedroom. The one that belonged to the forgotten king. My eyes immediately sparkled, a sudden urge to sketch everything I could in my notepad. Which is what I did. Unlike the throne, we could go up close to the king's bed, but I didn't know about sitting on it. "You really are fascinated by this castle huh?"

"Of course I am," I answered, turning my head to face the blonde. His hood still up, darkening most of his face. It annoyed me, but I understood; it was his personal reason. I wouldn't force him. Though I would be lying if I said that I didn't want to see his eyes. Were they sky blue or steel blue? Or maybe even a mixture? How would that work? I need to stop rambling to myself. "I'm fascinated by things like these! Now let me finish up this sketch..."

Finishing the last line, I looked up from my pad to see Philza sitting on the bed. Making sure not to mess with the sheets, the ends of his coat were carefully spread out atop the duvet. My eyes were wide with worry; worried that we were going to get in trouble. It appeared that Philza could see my worries though, so at least that was good.

"Do not fret Y/N, there is nobody nearby for quite some time," The blonde reassured me, a sigh escaping my lips almost immediately after he spoke. "They will not see us if we sit on a bed. Or anything else, so touch what you desire."

"Without any context, that would've come off as very wrong," I laughed a little, getting louder as I saw Phil shake his head. Probably in disappointment, I mean, I would be too. "I'm sorry Phil."

"It is okay," He waved one of his hands, before cupping them together and placing them on his lap. "I have, unfortunately, heard worse."

"Oh you poor man!" I walked over, exclaiming a bit too dramatically. Much to the man's amusement. Sitting down next to him and swinging one leg over the other, I exaggeratingly placed a hand on his coat-covered back. "Hearing such awful words from other people. Such perverted words! Oh no!"

Silence for a few seconds, until both of us burst into laughter. Neither taking my little rant seriously, which was the point to begin with thankfully. The silence that fell over us after our laughter died down was comfortable, I never would've guessed that I would make a friend so quickly here. But the world is very weird, so anything's possible really.

"Why are you so chill with sitting on the king's bed though?" I suddenly asked, shocking Phil. I could tell, he jumped a little. I guess he wasn't expecting me to say that; honestly, neither was I. Sort of. I mean, I thought the sentence so...

"What do you mean by 'chill'? It is not cold, is it?" Philza asked with genuine confusion, now it was my turn to be shocked. His head was slightly tilted, his hood only covering half his face. Allowing me to see one of his eyes, but the lighting still didn't allow me to see the irises' true shade of blue.

"...Chill, as in, relax," I explained the best way I could, waving my arms around like noodles. I probably looked like an idiot, but so was Phil right now. We're even, I don't care. "Are you okay Phil?"

"Yeah, just... confused from that," He chuckled a little, straightening his neck and staring at me. His eyes felt unblinking, it was oddly comfortable. "Thank you for telling me that, I honestly thought it was suddenly cold. This castle has never been cold, you worried me."

"Don't worry- wait what?" I snapped my head back to him from my notepad, having to take a second to register his sentence. It also appeared he had registered what he said too, because his eyes widened a moment later. "Has never been cold? What you mean? You lived here or something?"

"Umm..." His voice trailed off for a second, allowing me to soak in his quite British accent. How did I not realise 'til now, I'll never know. "I have strolled along the castle's halls so many times, which is why I know a lot of this place."

"Oh... okay now," I nodded in response, a smile on my lips for him to see. I understood, but it did throw me off a little. I wasn't expecting it, that's all. I think. "That makes sense, just without the context it just-"

"I understand, I understand," Philza waved a hand, a small chuckle escaping his mouth. He straightened his head so no tilt was in the way, though the hood was still covering a portion of his blue eyes. "I get where you are coming from. I would have made the same assumption as you just then, so you are not alone there. I presume."

"We getting fancy now? With the fancy words," I laughed at my own comment, watching Phil shake his head at me. I wouldn't be surprised if he was already done with my crap; he's staying though so I'll take that win.

I calmed myself down before looking back at my notepad, writing notes on how the bed looked and felt. As I wrote the notes, I felt the bed shift next to me; only to realise that Philza had moved closer to me to see what I was writing. His breathing was slow, his chest rising and falling in a pattern that could calm someone. But I only saw all that from the corner of my vision, so I wouldn't know if that was true. I would like to test that though, probably would be fun. Or calming as I said. Phil appeared to be very interested in what I was writing; each time I wrote the full note, he would read it over to check if I got anything wrong, then correct me if so. It was very nice of him, I didn't want to get my facts wrong and it seemed that the blonde-haired man really wanted to help me. So all in all, the bedroom was a success!

I should've phrased that differently, but oh well...