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Niles remains rooted in his stance as those careful fingers trace along his purposefully covered right eye. He does not flinch; why would he? Whatâs transpired in the past is just that, in the past. There was no point in being hesitant or shameful.Â
A conversation about his hollow socket was bound to happen, Niles had expected a small quip, a quick comment or what have you about that piece of his past, for quite some time.Â
âIf you say so, milord.âÂ
His fingers slip easily under the thin leather eye patch, guiding it over and off his head, leaving him to hold the garment loosely by his side.Â
He has both eyelids open, as wide and as natural anyone could be. But while one cradles an eye of a calm aqua color, the other holds utter nothingness.Â
-- Studious fingers remain hesitant in their subtle touches if only for concerning himself with his retainer's overall well being. Does it hurt? When, where...how? He chose Niles when no one else would and not once thought to ask of his past. Granted the first upbringing concerning this subject was foggy at best and he only wishes to respect boundaries, yet...
He cannot possibly erase the plethora of burdens thrust upon this broken man, although that never has ( and gods be damned, it never will ) keep him from trying. A faint tussle of white locks sees them brushed away from the lone face he's come to place every instance of trust he has ever known within.Â
âI... Wish to make a proposal. Rather than my usual studies tonight, remain with me instead.â
Your scars tell a triumphant tragedy.
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âł Iâm sorry the pink Leo saga continued yet again.
âThis is who I am, Leo. I canât help that I only like girls. Youâre going to have to accept that thatâs who I am.â
âYouâre excused.â
when ur retainers are huge sluts
âSurprise. I was actually heterosexual all along.â
.long live
âI still hear him, you know. From time to time.â
âOh?â
âHe should be the one here, ruling the country. Not buried in the ground.â
Leo mindlessly fiddles with the metal ornament strewn upon his head. With eyes fixed on the divine tome laid across his lap, he pulls the crown from his head.
Nohrâs symbol of the absolute power dangles precariously from Leoâs fingers, like a dispensable toy, before hitting the ground with a finite clang.
Niles silently watches the circlet tumble down each step of the throne room.
He wishes the crown would shatter into pieces.
It doesnât.
â Rack, rack city, BITCHES. â
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â So, Iâm meant to BELIEVE youâre from after the war- But if youâre, I-I mean..IâM supposed to be king of Nohr then..what happened to X a n d e r..?? â
-- Correct. This makes absolute certainty of no sense to him clearly and the news he is about to less than swiftly deliver even moreso. A hole where rightful ruler very well should be forever remains, Brynhildr clutched unevenly to his ( felled ) majestyâs chest.
âBelieve what you will. All that I ask is you keep... big brother -- keep Xander in your memory.â
   if youâre willing to DIE for me, then          you must be willing to LIVE for me too.Â
As she handed him the cup of tea, her eyes widen for a split second before returning to her neutral state. This was quite a question from him though she wouldnât put it pass him since her and her sister joining must have been very odd. She gave herself a second to answer his question though oddly avoided his eyes.
âYour brother. We were his maids and since he joined, he offered our services to you.â
It wasnât the complete answer but it should give him enough, or so she hoped. Even though she would follow Kamuiâs instructions, she wasnât sure how she felt about serving the man in front of her. But of course, thought like so were kept to herself.Â
-- Herein lies his own plethora of personal suspicions, certainly. Theyâve exceptionally downplayed en masse casualties in exchange for feigned passings and escapees lucky enough to retain the ability of licking their own wounds, so to speak. Something with father has been terrifyingly amiss as the far fetched gaps left in wake of her story.
How convenient. She pulls pieces and puts them together in the face of knowing better ( foolish, such a rookie mistake ) and he nearly pierces those wandering eyes with his own most pointedly so.
Any lies will be upturned in due time and their consequences dire.
â ... I see. Servicing me must hardly come easily. My thanks to you.â
king of nohr
As Niles pulled away the long draping curtains, the unrelenting light of the early morning rushed forward, cause a harsh burning sensation spread from the lids of his eye to the back of his skull. How annoying⌠yet, he supposes, a headache such as this was nothing compared to last nightâs festivities.Â
Niles was used to presenting himself âproperâ when publicly by Leoâs side⌠but it was infinitely different standing with a prince than standing with the King of Nohr. Even more so when it was him alone who stood on either side of the countryâs throne.Â
Even with the flood of light filling his lordâsâ well, now kingâsâ room, Leo did not stir. He remained cocooned within the thick layers of blankets wrapping around his body. Could he still be asleep? Perhaps. But Niles doubted that. With the congratulations or words of wisdom (sincere or no) likely still ringing in his ears, the newly pressed weight of a nation etched into his bones, and the bitter memories of now two lost siblings unwillingly forced to the back of his mind⌠it would have been a miracle for him to get any sleep.Â
When wrapped among the darkness of a closed off room, one could gain an artificial sense of comfort. In the dark, what passed by around us didnât matter; for a moment, you could almost escape the world by fading away into the shadows without consequence. But the day always comes, beckoning you to get up, whether you want to or not.Â
âItâs time to wake up, milord Leo.â
-- No matter the coming of light, shadows continue their evanescent weave of false pretenses. Fitting for his kingdom robed in eternal damnation ( he failed them ) and so may it be etched into the very cracks of his thorn woven crown.
Hail, Leo. King of Nohr.Â
They weren't present for his coronation, although the dead have their ways of defying laws ( let them be known ) all so he can only grasp at the thought of a younger sibling to chide about her joke made descent into adulthood and of course, as it would be. He too stands in the doorway, even now. A precarious reminder that even wearing the crown does not make one King and while one can certainly look the part, filling such a role is a different battle in entirety. Oh, how he still falls pathetically short of such an impeding shadow. Here in the should be safe confines of his bed chambers acting as an immediate shield from the catastrophic expectations suddenly thrust upon him ( courtesy of the outside world ) he barely knows himself.
Yesterday he was but a prince of Nohr, today ( secondsminuteshours later ) he lays awake, staring silently into the collapsed abyss that has defined him from the moment his siblings died.Â
He is King.
How cruel a concept when the devil makes home in the skewed depths of his very heart. He knows that voice better than any other and why shouldn't he? Niles has always been ( and gods he hopes ) that he always will be by his side, fingers drawn to ash as they clutch at the misleading comfort of tussled bed sheets. He only dreamt them up, of course. Xander fades and a smiling Elise along with him whilst the remnants of said festivities that transpired mere hours prior continues thrumming near the back of his mind like a rhythmic disease. These hands that once held Brynhildr steady and proud now quake in uncertainty.Â
Where tactical advantage once effortlessly became him, his Royal Highness, King Leo of Nohr finds himself unprepared like never before. They knew the war would someday come to an end, but gods frown upon them...Â
Not like this.Â
Failure was certainly not an option. The weight that carries him from that bed heavier than his kingdom already threatening to crumble. Niles knew ( of course ) he had been awake all along.Â
âI know... I don't believe I have nor will I ever say this enough, however... Thank you, Niles.â
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âHmmm, marriage, huh? â For as foreign a word to be lulled from Nilesâ tongue, he does so with a lazy smile, his attention refocusing from Leoâs tired features to the scattered stars hovering above their heads.
What an odd question. Well, as the hours whittle away, the world fading deeper into the night, so too does oneâs normally locked lips and oneâs inhibitions.Â
Well, Leo was a prince of Nohr. Even if he wasnât the eldest of the family, a royal member was a royal member, and the prospect of marriage would most definitely be acknowledged after the war.Â
It would be a careful, precise choice. Perhaps an arranged marriage would be in order to solidify the royal lineage, or perhaps heâd one day follow the path of his heart, finding a wife that caught his eye and enraptured his whole being.Â
âŚHow odd. As his retainer, it was Nilesâ job and duty to always be thinking of and for his lord. Yet⌠for some reason, he actually wanted to redirect the conversation away from the idea of Leo one day marrying.Â
Heh, heâs not used to this sort of feeling of hesitation. When a stiff knot sinks into the pit of your stomach, forcibly anchoring you in every word or deed. The bile of his gut felt as if it sank and rose like waves, day and night; he constantly felt on the verge of throwing up.
Yet even still, the retainer had to hold himself together with a tight smile. Such was the proper role he must play.Â
And, well⌠He vowed to himself long ago that he would never lie to Leo⌠and this would be no exception.
âWell, I envy the person whoâll one day be the sole owner of your heart.â
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She kept red hues focused on him, one of the dark princes of Nohr as he entered the mess hall. She still held some resentment for most of the Nohrian royal family, though Corrin had earned her respect and trust, and Rinkah warmed up to Elise and Camilla, her relations with Xander were a work in progress.
But him⌠wielder of Brynhildr, and the reason for a shameful scar on her back that would never fade, and one of the people who captured her and Kaze in Nohr.
Prince Leo.
She stuffed a rice ball into her face but kept a glare honed in on him, Corrin had united the armies, they were supposed to be allies, but Rinkah could not change the fact that she hated this man with a passion.
-- Yes, Prince Leo.
One should be ashamed of the scars that adorn them -- every fool for his folly, after all. That is, if placement was rightfully earned. No, this.. savage and what others his âfatherâ intended to execute as sworn enemies sent to invade their proud lands were the furthest from deserving.Â
Weighing the drastic differences of any other outcome, he could have simply followed through and executed on order just as well. They were ( are ) good people and for he who shoulders enough of his own burden ( wrought in scars, bred of mistakes ) her threat is perceived yet dignified only with indifference. Advancement around the table places him on the opposite side and furthest from.
âIf youâre going to stare, say something at the very least.â