Ancient secrets told

What's the plan?

Eron finished his meal and excused himself back to the Kings room where Aias met up with him. "Aa immortal, may I know your name?" The servant asked with a half bow.
"Sir Eron" he nodded back, "to the war chambers?" He asked and Aias held the door open for him and went down the halls and into the throne room, now more bright and stunning. Aias opened the door to the right of the throne, he saw his king, King Aron, walk through this door yesterday. "Eron, good for you to join us" king Devon smiled at him, an unknown glint in his eyes. King Aron sat with a notepad, ready and looking thoughtful.
"So you want to prove that Eron is immortal?" His king asked, putting the pad down.
"Excuse me?" Eron sat down, "I mean if you want to but it'll hurt" he shrugged looking at the elf.

"Good" king Devon grabbed a long sword that was on display on the wall, unsheathing the sharp blade and looking at him, "stay still". (This is gonna hurt) Eron based, gritting his teeth. "The armor" Devon spoke and Eron nodded.
"Right" he took the top piece off and brased again, the blade felt hot as it sliced into his heart. Pain sparked inside him then everything went black. The void was cold, blinding and empty. The pain still stabbing his heart and his chest cramped. He waited and soon a bright, blinding light made Eron flinch and cover his eyes burn brightly. He took a single step and gasped, opening his eyes to see the elf King looking curious as he lay collapsed on the ground. "Your eyes glowed" king Devon commented, "interesting".
"So now what?" Eron leaned on the wall as the pain slowly left. Putting his armor back on and he bowed and sat down near his king.

"Well, I have a few ideas, for now, we should do a surprise attack on the Garnet kingdom's outer territory. To officially declare the war" king Devon explained, a smile on his face. (I wonder what is going through his mind) Eron thought, "any thoughts?".
"So do we send both armies? Let them know we're working together?" King Aron suggested, "make a powerful statement, make sure they know that we're not fooling around".
"Yes, so half the soldiers you have with you and I'll set mine in the courtyard in 2 days. You can work on your men" king Devon nodded at himself, "and you immortal, stay close, I have a few plans I wish to share with you soon" he announced. "King Aron you are dismissed, my men have been told that you and your men are free to roam around the castle freely" he informed, taking his leather notepad and as we walked out, "Eron you coming?" He looked back as he stayed seated.

"Oh now?" Eron stood up and followed, bowing to his King as he left.
"Yes now" Devon walked up the halls back to his chambers. He put his book on his desk and sat on his bed, "how do you feel in battle?" He asked, opening his arm for Eron to join Devon in a cuddle. Eron sat next to him, leaning on his shoulders slightly.
"Alright, I'm a trained soldier after all" Eron looked up at the elf, who's eyes were soft and welcoming.
"Good I have planned for you to be in the front row at the heart of the war. For now, you can be a big help in planning" Devon kissed his cheek and held him close. "And I can't deny your beauty" he grinned.
"T-thanks" Eron blushed and leaned into the elf King,

"So any thoughts? You were quite in the planning" Devon asked.
"Not really, not use to planning wars" Eron shrugged, cuddling into the elf, "I just obay the orders of the plans".
"Well, fair enough" Devon layed back, pushing Eron with him, "for now, would you like to have fun?" He smiled, moving his hand to his armor to remove it.
"N-n... no thanks" Eron pushed him gently, curling up slightly.
"Virgen" Devon sneered, "I will go easy if you like" he offered.
"It's not that..." Eron struggled to find the right words to explain it. Devon was beautiful, Eron would love to sleep with him but, something inside made him feel as if he was not ready.
"Why not? We're alone, not gonna be interrupted for hours and basically clear schedules as we wait for king Aron to organise his men" he protested.

"It's not that... I-" he began but Devon interrupted him.
"Are you just not into sex? Don't worry, it won't be the first time I've seen it" he pushed and the mix of confusion and overwhelment took him.
"No... at least I don't think so" Eron pushed away and Devon loosened his grip of the cuddle.
"Well why not experiment? Makes it easier on you" Devon kissed Eron's cheek again, pinning him on his back.
"Not now" Eron tried to push him off, "just... I..." he looked away, (why not though? He's hot, he clearly wants me) he thought. Devon sat up, letting Eron go.
"You what? Not into this?" Devon guessed, narrowing his eyes in a deep thought.
"No... I like it just- not ready" Eron admitted, looking away.

Devon only stared at him, his expression unreadable. "Not. Ready?" He echoed, "well that's a new" he muttered, low under his breath.
"No, well I did say I'm not use to this attention, especially with another guy" Erom reminded and Devon leand back.
"Well cuddle up then, let us know each other more. We're gonna know each other for ever, literally" he sighed, Eron nuzzled into him, cuddling up in a blanket.