Rubbled Circumstances: Enemies to Lovers

Backstory...

Samuil's POV...

My mother, Queen Nikkita, sent out a battalion of knights to hold the border, along the west coast. Our troops were succumbing to frostbite, day by day. May their souls rest in peace... however, I still have a job to do. She entrusted me, personally with checking in at the shoreline outpost, since letters stopped arriving weeks ago. If they're dead, that would just be more problems, on top of what's already been happening for decades.

That damn prince, Hyrur, or whatever his name is, and his family have been causing problems for generations. They're never satisfied with their land, or their crops, or any sacrifices their people have made for them. They have everything, they are everything, yet they still need to bequeath every generation with new, shiny treasures that they've stolen. Damn greedy Harpys, they can't resist shiny things to save their lives. 

Disgusting wretches, your people must hate you by now. They only hold their peace, so you don't execute them. My mother invited you to share our land, and our crops... and you are STILL ungrateful. 

How pathetic.

I sat down in the bunker of the outpost, taking off my armour, as I was getting ready for bed. This mission would be a long one. I needed proper rest. It didn't help that I was running low on food; hell, the whole kingdom was. The betrayal from King Sarokulin has left our land dry for years.

Mother... I'm so sorry. I promise that I will avenge you, and they'll be sorry that they ever betrayed you.

They stole our land, crops, culture, food rations, money, cattle, and they even stole sacred jewels that held power of our beloved gods. All because they needed to give and take, endlessly like the greedy pigs they are. I felt my power shaking my insides, my blood boiling over with cold rage.

I hate you, and what you've done. May you suffer for what you've done...

I sat down, and I began to eat my rations before bed, consuming all of it hugrily. I knew it was a bad idea to eat before bed, but I didn't care. I forgot to eat breakfast, so I was starving... I never learn. Right now, though, my only worries were about the structural integrity of the outpost; it was the oldest outpost of the ones we had built, it could very well collapse any second now. 

Old girl, I'm praying you'll let me return safely to my mama, after this whole ordeal is over...

Hyrur's POV...

Mother entrusted me with scouting out the shoreline of the Novorikha kingdom's territory myself. All I needed to do was infiltrate their empty outpost, claiming it as territory of Mihikotsuji. Claiming the outpost would give my father's troops an advantage. After all, it was the tallest building nearest to the Novorikha castle, granting easier access to view and plot accordingly to their movements. Securing the outpost would get us a vantage point, for sure.

We could just fly over it, but I suppose father did have a point when he said they'd just shoot us down. Oh well, I'd better figure out how to open this door.

I stood in front of the access door of the outpost, prying it open and unlocking it with my talons. I climbed inside, shutting it behind me, and I looked around curiously. Despite the fact that  Novorikha was a poor kingdom, the decor was always stunning. I wanted it all for myself. Despite my growing fondness, I kept moving through the outpost, seeking the door to the bunker. The bunkers always held valuable informative files, artifacts, and occasionally, maybe some food. Whatever was down there, I didn't care for; all I truly needed were the files.

Get open, you stupid armored door! Gods, I hate how expertly these doors were built. So frustrating! OPEN YOU PIECE. OF. CRAPPP!

I fell backwards after prying the door open, the sheer force slung me against the wall. These doors, although olden and molded, did NOT mess around. I brushed myself off before entering the bunker, the door locked shut behind me. In the darkness, I swore I could see someone... was it an animal?

What the hell is that? Goodness, if It's a bear, I swear I'll-

The structure of the outpost collapsed on top of the bunker, the rubble and dust jamming any exits from opening. Unfortunately, this outpost had been the eldest, and thus was more prone to collapsing; like it just did.

I coughed as I stood up, looking at the sudden light source; Samuil?

"SAMUIL?!" I shouted, concerned and on-guard. Samuil stepped forward, holding the lantern in his hands.

"Hyrur... what-"

"how-"

"-why are you here?!" He shouted at me, looking absolutely bewildered and perturbed to the maximum. 

I shrugged, clearing my throat as I brushed myself off.

"Orders. I assume it's the same for you?" I asked, curiously. Usually his mother hated sending him out by himself.

He nodded, the room fell tense and silent. Both of us were deep in thought, contemplating what on Earth to do next. However, my gaze shifted to the bed behind him; there was only one, it seemed. That would pose an issue.

"I see there's only one be-"

"You are sleeping on the floor. Don't even try it." He huffed at me, before I could even finish. How impolite!

I scoffed. "I wasn't implying I wanted to sleep with you, you rat! I was asking if the mattress could unfold?"

It was visibly a futon mattress, foldable to be used as a sofa or a bed. Samuil clearly didn't know that.

"I think so? But it's still not big en- You aren't sleeping with me, either way!" He shouted, offended at how stubborn I was.

The room fell silent again, and we both took the initiative to make ourselves comfortable, well- as comfortable as we could get, so we would sleep for the night in the cold.

Please find us soon, rescuers. I will go insane if I have to live with this slimeball until I starve.