Fallen Kings [Moved]

"Your mask. Why does it have a face when no one else's mask has a face?" Felix asked as Cry fiddled with the helmet. The dark eyed man seemed to tense at the question.

"My niece drew it on, Your Highness." He said softly, voice cracking. Cry cleared his throat and kept his eyes down. He had set his helmet in his lap and clasped his hands together. "Well . . . she drew more than this, but this was the only thing that the general said could stay on."

Felix hummed and narrowed his eyes. "When we . . . when we go to the Witchery, I want you to leave that mask here."

Cry looked up with an alarmed looked, eyes widening. His shoulders visibly tensed underneath the gold colored armor while he shook his head.

"I-I can't show my face to the Witch--"

"No, no, no, let me explain," Felix leaned over to Cry and cupped the mans cheek in his palm. One of Cry's hands instantly shot up to loosely hang onto Felix's wrist. "I don't want this one getting damaged, we can have Russ make you a new one for the trip."

"I . . ." Cry's mouth hung slightly ajar as his lip trembled, "Alright." His voice came out a whisper as he touched Felix's wrist with his other hand. He leaned into the hand and sighed shakily.

Felix chuckled, "Thank you." Then, his eyes flicked over to the wounds on his hands, face, and neck, "Now go see Scott or Jennifer, alright?"

[Moved to @Pewdie_Succ]