Captured by the King

Chapter 12

          Alexander groggily blinked awake, happy to find George curled up beside him.

Awwww... Look at him with his little cheeks...

He smiles, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek.
         "Good morning my king." He purrs. George mumbles quietly, opening his eyes and looking up at Alex.
         "Hmm? Oh, good morning Alex..." He says sweetly. Alex gets up, and walks over to the dresser, grabbing some fresh clothes and dressing himself.
         "So... I have freedom to wander the palace? Go as I please? Not leave of course, I'm not implying that." He says quietly.

I mean, why would I want to leave? I've got everything I need right here.

George nods, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
          "Yes, that would be correct. The guards I have picked shouldn't kill you. In fact their guns are not loaded, and their bayonets are not attached. I do not want a repeat of last week..." He grumbles. Alex nods, gently touching his still healing wound. It was sore, but it wasn't liable to bleed or reopen anymore.

Yeah... I don't want a repeat of that either...

           "Yeah... That sucked... What do I do if one of them tries to hurt me?" He asks, reasonably worried. The king pauses.
"Hm..." He gets up and walks over to a drawer, pulling it out fully. He then reaches behind it and grabs a concealed knife. Alex blinks in surprise.

Holy shit, you just have that lying around in here? I could've used that...

The king offers Alex the knife, holding it by the blade. Alex cautiously takes the knife, admiring the ornate metal work and carvings that continued from the wooden handle to the blade.

Wow... very light... gorgeous... I wonder how long this took to make...

"It's beautiful..." He says softly, testing the sharpness with his pinky. He winces as it very easily cut his finger.
"And sharp..." He says, sucking the cut gently. George gently sets his hand on Alex's shoulder.
"If they attack you, defend yourself. Avoid killing them unless you absolutely have to. And call for me, of course." He says with a smile.

George... You literally just handed me a knife that can cut a line in half, and you're telling me not to kill with it?

Alexander nods curtly.
"Gotcha... is there a sheath for the knife? Or..?" He asks. George chuckles.
"Oh! Right, my mistake..." He walks back to the drawer reaching in and grabbing the sheath that was connected to a belt. He handed it to Alex, and he gratefully took it.

A sheath is important, how did you forget that?

"Thank you. I will use it for defense if I need it." He says, strapping on the belt and sheathing the knife. The king nods.
"I know. But if I find anyone stabbed in the back, I'm going to be asking some questions." He says quietly.

Wouldn't anyone ask questions about that?

Alex nods.
"That won't happen. I promise." He smiles innocently. The king nods.
"Now then... Can I convince you to play a little game with me?" George asks with a smirk. Alex blushes deeply, his mind wandering to dirty games.

Are we talking about ropes and chains? I sincerely hope not...

           "What kind of game?" He asks. The king smirks, a twinkle in his eye.
           "Well... Maybe we could play a little with ropes and bondage. I wouldn't be the one tied up, but you know. And I was thinking we could use hide and seek to see who gets tied up." He says with a cheerful tone.