Aki had not expected lord Zeke to walk out of his newly wedded husband's chambers first thing in the morning, but he could not say he was surprised. They were a couple after all.
Zeke's eyes widened, shocked to see him there, but Aki just smiled lightly, inclining his head slightly to indicate an acknowledgement.
"L...l..lord...Zeke..." Mira stuttered.
Zeke's eyes swept passed Aki to focus on the servant girl and understanding dawned on his face.
He gave Aki a private smile before schooling his face into a mask of disdain.
"Ahh, you must be Aki," Zeke's tone was extremely patronizing.
"OH, forgive me, his highness, Aki Dilherra, I mean," he swept in a mocking bow.
The new Prince consort and the head knight went back and forth in their exchange, taking extreme pleasure in matching wit to wit.
Aki took a moment to compose himself before opening the door, the very picture of a wronged spouse, for the prying eyes.
Yeran looked up from where he was seated at the dressing table, gazes locking through the mirror.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, shooting an annoyed frown at the servant girl cowering behind Aki. With her head bowed, the effort went unnoticed.
"I was hoping to assist you in dressing my lord," Aki's hands were folded together infront of his stomach, hidden inside the sleeves. He bowed his head, slightly, hiding a smile in the fall of his hair.
"No need, you can leave, I'll have it arranged for that to be removed of your duties." Yeran replied, a slight guilt painting over his features.
Aki did not mind, he knew of the traditions of certain kingdoms and had already resigned himself to follow through, even if just for the sake of keeping up the appearance and protecting their cover.
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"I shouldn't meet him for dinner, the spies have become too vigilant in the face of this new marriage," Yeran's face looked more as if someone died than just missing a date, as he liked to call them.
Zeke bit the inside of his cheek to prevent laughing.
"I'm certain your husband would not mind, Yeran, you did sent him a massage, yes?" He consoled, trying his hardest to not sound amused and on the verge of cacking out loud.
"Yes...but.... do you th..." Yeran broke off, hearing the subtle bird call that sounded exactly like the pet birds he had started to keep in his sitting chambers not few months ago, but different in the tune.
"Shit!" He cursed under his breath, staring Zeke dead in the eyes.
Zeke nodded, catching the meaning lightning fast and pulled on a haughty attitude.
"__so tired Yeran, whatever might be the issue?" He questioned as if they never stopped talking.
"I found that, apparently, beating the shit out of soldiers is a good stress relief," Yeran replied, making a face at Zeke.
"Have you not always done so, why a difference today? Besides, wouldn't your darling husband be expecting you, your highness?"
"If he knows better, he won't, I sent a massage," Yeran was extremely annoyed with all the pretense he had to put upon and his voice showed exactly that.
They conversation continued, them making up extremes threats and bizarre theories, biting back their laughs.
The pests will indeed be gotten rid of, just, not yet, they are quite useful after all.
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Breaking out
Historical Fiction"Beautiful view" "It's a prison cell!" "Ever heard of sarcasm?" ¤¤¤ Aki Dilherra, 5th prince of Delhevia is to be joined in marriage with the crown prince of Aved, Yeran Avos. When plots older than they themselves st...
