The King's Weep I

Chapter XII

      "They all think you are dead, there is no way we can go back to Elisabeta unless you disguise yourself," Kahl informed to his brother, who bumped up and down slightly from the horse and it's tottering. His brother nodded, quite understanding the repercussions of going back to the place he died in. "There is a small village, Anca, that we can go to and rest once we find something you shall cover yourself in."

   "When we do go back to the Kingdom of Elisabeta, what do we have to say? There is no explanation as to why I am back, I died. I was in Hell for years, felt like ten thousand years none the less. 'Oh look, the High King of Elisabeta, Dragomir, has returned from the dead.' They'll kill me on the spot, and Kahl, you do know that," Dragomir stated, and glared at his younger brother who stared at the ground like it held the answers to everything they had ever wanted.

   "You will be in disguise," Dragomir shook and head and Kahl noticed this, "and then we shall think of a plan."

   "I have all my faith in you, Înger." Kahl's older brother whispered, and he was not sure if he had been supposed to hear that, but it made his heart pound more than it was doing so a split second ago.

They had kept on with their ride, one another glancing to their sides every once in awhile to figure out what the other one had been thinking. Soon, though, Dragomir and Kahl had found a guard on the East Boundary of the Sfârșit Forest. The older brother, not afraid to do the evil bidding, killed the young warrior with no intent on how Kahl would handle it.

"You killed him," Kahl had said, burning holes in the back of his brothers back.

Dragomir nodded, and began to pull the armor off the solider. "How else would we have gotten the armour?"

Kahl shook his head, amazed at how his brother had no morals. He lost them all in Hell, Kahl thought grimly. "We could have easily knocked him out and stole it from him."

"Now, that sounds a bit like rape," Dragomir chuckled darkly, and had been still placing the armour to the side. "And, you never know when they could open up their eyes and kill us."

Kahl shook his head once more, and jumped back up on the horse. He watched as Dragomir ripped off his torn and musty towel like shirt, his bare back showing. Kahl stared at it, examining the way his muscles bulked as he slipped the black, plain shirt on and began placing the armour over. "Do you need help, brother?" Kahl had asked.

Dragomir glanced at him, and smiled while he nodded. Kahl dropped from the horse and had walked over to his brother, bending down to match the king. Dragomir let his hands loose, and Kahl began to lock the armour in place, and had tried to ignore the stirring of something in his mid-section, "take your pants off, please." Dragomir obeyed, and unbuttoned the top, and began slipping the black dirty pants off, leaving only his pale white skin gleaming in the sun. Kahl blushed once he caught sight of the weapon and it's hiding spot.

Kahl's brother smirked, sorely looking at Kahl and his transfixed gaze on Dragomirs private area. "The armour, Kahl."

This snapped his brother out of a virtual reality, and became as red as the blood Dragomir oozed out on that bed. "I am sorry, uhm," Kahl couldn't come up with a good excuse, and quickly grabbed the leggings and armour the other man once wore, ignoring the turned-on face of his older brother.

This was going to be the longest trip of a lifetime, Kahl had whined in his head.