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You’re in the garden with a crow. You have it laying in the skirts of your dress as you fret over its seemingly hurt wing that it keeps holding out.

“I’m sorry little birdie, I don’t know how to help hurt wings…” you lamented to the crow, gently scratching under its beak until it was making happy little croaking sounds.

You only saw the crow by chance, passing through the garden on your way to your studies of different blade stances. You saw a black ball of feathers hit the ground and now here you are.

“I thought crows were smart. Did you do something silly to hurt yourself while looking for treasure?”

“Caw! Caw caw…”

“That sounds very reasonable.” You nod, playing with the crow’s belly feathers as it playfully pecked at your fingers.

Sylus has been silently drowning in jealousy from the entryway to the garden. Jealousy over his own damn bird you were fawning over. You haven’t seen him, but Mephisto has.

“Tending to injured birds now, are you?” He drawled, making the split second decision to approach you.

You look at him, smiling sheepishly.

“Well, it feels only appropriate when part of our identity as a country are crows, yes?”

Sylus chuckled softly, crossing his arms while narrowing his eyes at Mephisto.

“I might reconsider such veneration of the crow in question. Mephisto, stop it.”

You gaped as the crow in your lap squawked before righting himself and flying to Sylus’s shoulder, preening his “injured” wing.

“You-! He tricked me!” You whined, pointing an accusing finger at the bird.

“Caw!”

“He was curious about you. Considering you let him lay in your lap, you’re likely to receive little gifts now when he feels so inclined.” Sylus smirked faintly, settling down next to you on the grass.

Mephisto hopped from his shoulder to the top of your head.

“Caw..”

“You didn’t have to act like you were hurt.” You huff, plucking the bird from your head to continue giving him little affections (to include little kisses that was definitely making Mephisto far too smug).

“Careful. You’re spoiling him.”

“Hehe… would you prefer I spoil you instead?” It was a spur of the moment choice of words but the moment they left your mouth your eyes widened in horror. “I mean-“

“Would you…?” Sylus suddenly leaning into your space so close you felt his breath tickle your cheek. “Spoil me…?”

His red eyes filled your vision. He stared as if he could see every inappropriate thought that has started slithering through your mind anytime the king was near and even when he wasn’t. The shame that coiled in your limbs when your hand went to places it shouldn’t when you were tossing and turning in the far too large bed he provided.

“I doubt I have anything to offer that a king doesn’t already possess to spoil him with.” You murmur, biting your inner cheek as Mephisto squirmed. Your hold has slowly tightened until the crow was fussy.

“You think…?” Sylus hummed, tilting his head slightly. The tips of your noses brushed. “You underestimate just how much you have to offer.”

“Caw!!” Mephisto fought off your hold then, flying off to god knows where and the two of you watched.

“He’s quite the character.” You take the break in the tension to lean back. Sylus had other plans.

You gasp as he drops his head into your lap, dragging the crown from his head. He gives you a boyish grin that looks so oddly adorable on his otherwise mature features.

“You’re worse than the crow.” You tease, but as if it simply belonged there, your hand found its way to his hair. The softness of it was just as you imagined as you carefully brushed his white strands through your finger.

Sylus sighed, eyes slipping shut in a display of vulnerability that made your heart live in your throat. His face turned, nuzzling slightly into your belly.

“Maybe I am. Maybe it’s because it’s you.” He muttered. “Speak. Tell me something.”

“About what?”

“Anything. The chores you do, things you want, how you grew up.” Sylus always thought his feelings were purely physical. The way his heart hammered now though at how you might answer- the gentleness as which you played with his hair and looked down at him while the sun haloed your visage as an angel descended from the heavens. It was becoming dangerously clear he… adored you.

“Oh… well… my ma and pa are simple bakers.” You started.

Listening to you speak of your small little home in the outskirts of the city where you were raised was making it painfully clear that this moment right now was right where he wanted to be. He hadn’t even realized his mind drifting towards sleep with how deeply you soothed an omnipresent stress that pervaded his every waking moment.

No one dared to disturb the air around either one of you. Not when you noticed his breath deepening and his face relax to the point of looking decades younger than he was. Your finger tip traced his brow when your voice faded with the next breeze.

You had the most important man this side of the sea sleeping in your lap, but all you could think about was how gentle he looked in that moment. You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. You didn’t mind spending the afternoon like this if it meant the dark circles under his eyes has a chance to ease.

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