Ancient secrets told

Rest

Eron woke in the sofy bed again, the feeling of relief and joy overwhelming him. Only tinted with a slight pain of pleasure. "Good morning" Devon greeted from his other side, kissing his neck.
"Morning" Eron smiled, nuzzling up to him and cuddling close.
"You look like you missed these nights" Devon chuckled and sat up, pulling Eron with him. "They won't get you again though" Devon promised him, petting his back his eyes filled with a new type of lust.
"Your eyes are as beautiful as I remember" Eron complemented, resting his head on his shoulder like he used to.
"Aww really?" Devon kissed him and Eron felt his tongue slide into his throat.

He gagged and pulled away, blushing. "Adorable" Devon grinned, the lust that he's used to see before flashing in his eyes. The words of King Vulmur ranged in his head ("He's sadistic, he's only full of lust when it comes to personal relationships") it wouldn't stop until Devon kissed him again. Eron kissed back, pushing the words away and enjoying the time that they have that morning together. "Something on your mind?" Devon spoke softly, his hand on his cheek.
"No... just-" Eron was cut off but Devon.
"Their words? I bet they told you something disturbing" Devon shrugged, holding him close.
"Yeah... they basically just said... I don't know how to word it" Eron looked away, feeling discusted in the words themselves.

"Try and ignore em, whatever they said, just remember, it's not true" Devon pulled him closer, kissing him and rested his forehead on Eron's.
"Easier said then done" Eron mumbled, "I know it's not true but I can still hear it".
"Yeah I know, just give it time, it'll go away on its own" Devon advised. They cuddled that morning, Eron embracing the warmth he missed so much when he was away. His heart itself felt as if it was being warmed by his touch, being taken off its course with a sudden jump. "Well we can't stay here all day, come on King Aron has a new plan he's got for us" Devon smiled, getting up and putting his royal gown on.
"Know what it is yet or this the first time you'll be hearing it?" Eron asked, sitting up and getting one of the outfits that he has kept here.

"Where's your armour?" Devon asked, looking at the spots it's usually kept.
"The Garnet kingdom are fucking thief's" Eron half joked.
"Oh" Devon nodded, "wait here" he ordered then left. Eron sat back on the bed and was amazed by how the fire that is set by magic lasts longer then a flint and steel. He took in a deep breath and smiled as he exhaled, to be back at the castle felt more at home then the barracks that is his home back at the Magnetite kingdom. But something told him that he won't be going back, it both sickened and thrilled him. (Well something is for sure, this war will made thousands of changes. Maybe both good and bad) he thought. His attention went to the door as Devon walked back in with the Opul armour set in his arms. But this one looked different from the ones he's seen on the elf soldiers.

Unlike the smaller frame, with light blue outlines to show the Opul colours and the elven art style. This one was bulkier, the armour had a mini cape with the Opul colours and the flag. The opul flag held a hawk with talons exsadiratedly out to grab its prey. "Pretty isn't it?" Devon smiled, pride folding his eyes.
"Yeah sure is, it's different from the rest" Eron commented.
"Well you ain't like the rest" Devon joked, placing the armour next to him and sitting down. "It's ment to be for the Prince, there hasn't been a Prince for generations so. Why not the future king in law?" Devon's smile was full of pride and excitement.
"F-future King in law? Me? Really?" Eron almost stuttered to whole sentence, shock mixed with pride filling his mind.

"Well who else am I dating?" Devon shrugged with a smile, "well if not you I have no clue who else to give it to and the public should know by now. Unless you like the tilted of 'whore'" He joked the last sentence but he was serious with his suggestion.
"Wouldn't King Aron view it... to be treasonous? I mean to wear another kingdoms colours... it's treason" Eron loved to idea of them taking their relationship to the next leavel. But he couldn't bare the thought of betraying his king.
"I'll explain it to him, I mean he already knows so it's bound to happen" Devon shrugged, "he loved the idea that I've chosen one of his soldiers to be with me" he comforted.

Eron looked at the armour and he put on, it fitting perfectly and the colours matched him. The smaller cape flowing lightly on his shoulders and the pride that Eron felt with it on was priceless. "It's perfect" Devon smiled at him, the pride in his eyes was as priceless as his.
"It's comfy as well" Eron chuckled, he leaned into Devon he hugged him close.
"Yeah I made them like that" Devon glowed. "Come on, shouldn't keep him waiting" Devon smiled and walked towards the door, Eron followed. His head high and the looks of curiosity and surprise on the Opul soldiers was perfection. They went to the war chambers next to the throne room, King Aron giving a slightly surprised expression at Eron who wore the Opul armour.