To Us and Beyond the Stars

Not A Beginning, But A Start

            The halls were empty, and the lights hummed with energy to stay on. I yawned, boredom overtaking me.
              "That lonely without me?" Azin asked from behind me. I turned sharply to his bedroom door, which he had leaned himself so casually upon the frame. A smirk hanging loosely on his lips, hair wet and slicked back. A few strands falling into too deep brown eyes.
              "Bored." I corrected, stepping past him into his room. He let me, leaning his back against the frame instead of his side. Not so casually letting his shirt loosen to show his sculpted body. I rolled my eyes at the attempt to shake me.
                It was a game of his, to see what could actually get me to break my composer. After nine years, his attempts have all remained unsuccessful.
              "You're no fun." He scowled and buttoned up his shirt. The door slid close behind him as he made his way towards me.
               "I'm well aware my prince." I smirked, watching his face wrinkle in disgust.
                "Stop calling me that." He spat, walking past me in smooth even strides. He sat on his bed, patting the space beside him. I shook my head and stood over him as he leaned his head in his lap.
                 "Must I watch you the entire night, Your Majesty?" I snorted, as he simply sat there. He winced, but said nothing. I raised an eyebrow, how rare for him not to have a quick witty remark.
                  "The king?" I guessed, relaxing my stance a bit.
                  "The king." He sighed, his strong voice shaking. As was his body.
I knelt in front of him, ready to take his rage, or an kind of outlash.
                  "Azin." I gently said, placing my hand on his knee.
                  "Stay," he commanded gently, "just for tonight. I need someone to chase them away."
                 "Of course my prince."
                                                              ***
               "Why did you sleep in the chair Kress?" Azin accusingly asked me the next morning. He was standing at his closet, naked from the waist up, a serious look on his face. A battle type of look.
                 "I wasn't about to make your dreams come true and get into bed with you. That's why." I retorted, ignoring the sneer he shot me.
                "It would've been so much warmer if you had though." He smirked, watching me.
               "You told them to turn the heat down on purpose." I scowled, ready to strangle him.
              "Who me?" He, somehow, innocently asked. However, the wicked gleam failed to leave his eyes.
               "Even if I did get in the bed, I would've kept you a foot away with my sword." I threatened, or should I say reminded, him. Azin merely laughed, a loud happy sound, and grabbed down a white shirt.
              "If I had a wazh for every time I heard you say that, I'd be richer than the king." He joked.
             "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, my prince." I enjoyed watching his face scrunch up at the word.
             "Stop that." He ordered, giving my a rude gesture. To which I replied with one more.
            "According to your schedule, you are to see the scholars first, Lord Azin." I said, changing the subject before our fight became more than just words.
            "Of course, let's go see those old greasy worthless beings." He ground out, stalking to the door. He stopped, looking at me with a wicked look.
            "Ready to be scary?" He teased, the door sliding open.
             "But of course." I replied with an equal cruel smile.