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Chapter 45 - All the warmth you want

Feyros pov :3

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CW: death mention, captivity, death of woman

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A carriage was parked at the intersection of the main road to the palace and some smaller street that only led to taverns. In front of the carriage, Feyros was walking back and forth. He couldn’t think. Worry had taken over his mind. 

He paused as he saw the light of a touch approach. Two of his bodyguards walked over, in between them a man with a familiar posture. All of his worries washed away and he hastened towards the trio. 

‘You’re found!’, he exclaimed. A smile spread across his face, he couldn’t help himself. 

He slowed down when he noticed the smeared make-up on Glorien’s face, and his red eyes. His lip was wobbling slightly. Had he been crying?

‘Are you alright? Are you hurt?’, he asked. 

Hesitantly, he put his hand on the boy’s shoulder. When teary eyes looked up at him, he couldn’t control himself anymore. He launched forward and wrapped the boy into his embrace. 

‘It’s fine. You’re safe, it’s fine.’

He knew how scary the city could be at night. The people who roamed the streets when the sun had gone down, didn’t do so with good intentions. Who knows what could have happened. He closed his eyes. He shouldn’t think like that. Glorien was safe now. 

*** 

He knew the carriage ride back to the palace would be short, so he had to take every moment of it to ask the dancer a few questions. He had to put his embarrassment from the last time he'd seen Glorien aside. Gently he looked at the boy sitting on the seat opposite of him. 

‘Where were you?’

Dark brown eyes examined his face. Feyros waited patiently for a reply. 

‘I wanted to go for a walk, but I got lost’, Glorien whispered. 

‘A walk? In the city?’ Didn’t he know how dangerous that was?

Glorien stared out of the window. ‘I saw… a suspicious person.’

His breath hitched for a moment. ‘What do you mean?’

The boy shrugged, and kept his attention on the night outside the window. 

Clearly, something had happened. Feyros felt like it was important, but getting the information out of Glorien would be tedious. And right now, he didn’t have that sort of time. 

Instead, he asked: ‘What did you want to see me for?’

He had the boy’s attention on him again. His hands were fiddling with one of the silver bracelets he wore.  Judging by his confused look, he didn’t know what Feyros was referring to. 

‘Someone told me you wanted to see me. Was that true?’

Glorien kept frowning and shook his head. ‘I don’t know.’

So his suspicions were true. He was lied to. But why? A shiver ran across his back, and he wrapped his dark blue coat closer around him. 

‘Do you have any idea who told me that?’, he tried. 

When the boy shook his head again, he asked: ‘This may sound like a weird question, but do you have any affiliations with lady Triban?’

Now, he got more of a reaction. The fiddling stopped, and a confused look made place for a shocked one. He stumbled over his words. ‘No- not really, no… except- well, she hates me. But that’s it.’

He leaned forward and sofly placed his hand on Glorien’s. ‘Listen. This may be very important. There’s something going on in the palace that may be dangerous for the both of us. So if you can tell me what sort of interactions you have with her, it may help us get a better understanding of things.’

He noticed Glorien did his best to swallow. Then, he said, quietly: ‘She… she- hurts me. She likes to punish me. Vas- the Emperor does that too, but lady Triban actually seems to enjoy it.’

Triban is a sadist, but that he already knew. Feyros leaned back against his seat. Still, it could mean that she easily pushed Glorien in one direction or the other, simply by holding fear over his head. But right now, Glorien wasn’t in a state in which he would admit to something like that, and Feyros couldn’t blame him for it. 

‘Hey,’ he said, trying to sound cheerful, ‘if you enjoy walks, maybe we could go to the haven? What about tomorrow, right after noon? You’re allowed to go outside, right?’

It seemed to have the opposite effect on the boy. Quickly, Feyros added: ‘Or do you want to go somewhere else? I’d love to go out with you.’

He felt himself getting warm. That came out a lot differently than how he wanted it to be. But a little blush appeared on Glorien’s face as well, making Feyros’s heart jump. 

‘Uhh… y-yes. I… Maybe the park?’, Glorien mumbled. ‘But not tomorrow! It’s… a busy day.’

‘Of course! When do you want to go?’

‘Um, I don’t know, actually.’

Feyros tried to keep his composure. He had to push harder. 

‘In three days, maybe? That’s the next day I’m free.’ He saw Glorien hesitate. ‘And if you want to change plans, you can tell me and we’ll do so, alright?’

Now, the boy gave a small nod. ‘Sure.’

‘That’s great!’

The carriage had stopped. They had arrived back at the palace. Feyros helped Glorien get out. When they did, he still couldn’t let go of the boy’s hand. He stared at the gigantic building that towered over the city. For Feyros, any place that basked in luxury was a place of comfort, where he felt safe. But for Glorien, this place was one he must associate with pain and humiliation. 

For the first time, a thought formed in his head. He cursed himself for not thinking of that sooner. He glanced at Glorien. Had he tried to run away?

Glorien returned his look. ‘I want to go to bed.’

He nodded, and let go of his hand. ‘Goodnight.’

But the boy didn’t go. He kept staring at Feyros. They were alone. 

Feyros swallowed. Did he want to say something? He’d listen, whatever it was. He’d provide comfort, even if he was tired. Saints, he’d ride him back to the city if he wanted, and pretend like he didn’t find him, just so they had more moments alone. He forced himself to smile. He’d give this person all the warmth he wanted.

‘Goodnight’, Glorien said. 

That was all. 

Feyros watched as the boy walked to the main entrance. Soon, the building had consumed him. It left him empty. 

"You must feel so proud of yourself."

He didn’t know how long he had been standing there, nailed to the ground, when suddenly a guard ran up to him. It was an imperial guard. 

‘Sir! His Majesty orders that you meet him in his private chambers, immediately!’

‘What’s wrong?’

‘One of our men found the dead body of lady Lazulan, sir!’

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Alright this is a snippet for an AU where Feyros quits his job and takes Glorien to a villa in Derreia, and they are no longer involved in politics. It’s very sweet and focuses on recovery!

I’m not tagging anyone because it’s just a snippet, but if you do want to be tagged let me know!

CW: trauma recovery

***

Feyros slowly woke up. He moaned and tried to turn onto his side, but stopped when he realised someone was lying next to him. Glorien was all curled up, sleeping cosily. His black hair was a mess and his mouth hung slightly open.

Feyros smiled. Glorien had his own room, where he could sleep if he wanted to sleep alone. But since they moved here, to a villa in the countryside in Derreia, they rarely slept apart. Usually, when night came, Glorien got dressed together with him and went to bed together with him. He didn’t have to. After all that he went through, Feyros wanted to give him as much space as he needed. He had told his lover as much last night. 

Maybe that had been a mistake. He didn’t want to push him toward one way or the other. But Glorien had first shrugged and said he could sleep alone that night. When Feyros clarified that it wasn’t an order, and he could do whatever he wanted, Glorien had simply responded with “I’ll see”. 

So he had changed his mind. And now Feyros was worried that he had made it seem as if he didn’t want the younger man here, which wasn’t true.

Carefully he stroked Glorien’s forehead, brushing some strands of hair out of his face. The boy groaned, and Feyros put an arm under his neck, holding his shoulder and pulling him closer. 

Glorien opened his eyes, and for a moment, there was a hesitation on his face. Feyros froze. Always that familiar hesitation… But it disappeared as soon as it had come, making place for a big, joyful smile. Feyros’s heart fluttered.

‘Hello’, Glorien said hoarsely. 

‘Good morning.’ Feyros leant in and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

This prompted the boy to wriggle closer, pressing his body against the man’s. 

‘Did you sleep well?’

The answer was delayed, a sign that he didn’t.

‘No’, Glorien mumbled. ‘I was scared.’

‘What were you afraid of?’

He hugged his lover as close as he could. Glorien didn’t have many good nights, and it worried him. Of course he understood why. They had left the palace in such a haste. Glorien had been held captive there for six years, and it would take a long time to get used to this sudden new life. 

Glorien… didn’t talk much about the things that clearly troubled his mind. And Feyros didn’t dare to bring them up. Only at the beginning had his lover mentioned them. Those mentions were accompanied by fits of rage. He would start cursing at the Imperial family, at the nobility, and sometimes at the Koians. He would make sarcastic jokes, quickly followed by yelling and screaming and ranting about everything he could think of. And then, slowly, day by day, the anger went away.

And now Glorien barely talked at all. 

‘The usual’, he replied to Feyros’ question. 

At this point, Feyros had no idea what “the usual” meant. 

He kissed the younger man again, and was met with a shower of kisses on his face and neck. They held each other firmly for a while, enjoying the moment. Finally, Feyros sighed and got up.

‘Alright, I have some work to do’, he said. 

Glorien looked at him with such adoration, that he felt guilty to leave the bed. 

‘Have fun’, the boy teased.

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I'm cleaning up all my documents and pictures, and I found a picture of a moment in the sims where Glorien called Feyros to ask for advice on what to do if Feyros proposed, and I said yes and that's how they got engaged 😭

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*hands you a happy Feyros*

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Look at them!!!

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Flashback for Feyros👀

Thank you!!

CW: physically restraining a child (reminder to not do that, it causes more harm than good), picking up a child against their will, sad child

(If there's something else I should put a warning for let me know)

He had turned his thoughts around over and over in his head, while the nurse helped him change into his nightgown – the gown was a bit too small for an eight year old. He still kept quiet when she took him to his room. Then, when he stood before his bed, he hestitated.

‘Stop biting your nails, Fey', the nurse said. He hadn’t realized he was doing it and quickly took his finger out of his mouth.

‘Good’, she smiled. ‘Now get into bed, then I can tell you a story if you want.’

‘Mama and papa are always away’, he said.

The nurse sat down on the bed. He didn’t like that, it was his bed.

‘That’s not true. Tomorrow it will only be the third time this year they go.’ She held her fingers up. It didn’t help, Feyros still thought it was a lot.

‘Why can’t I go too?’

‘You have your tutor here, you can’t go!’

‘Why can’t he come too?’

The nurse laughed. Feyros didn’t know why.

‘Don’t be silly. Come, get in bed. Don’t you want to hear a story?’

He looked around. There were no books here…

He screeched as the nurse picked him up and lay him down in his bed. He started kicking.

‘Calm down! Bad Fey!’

He cried. A servant rushed in.

‘Is everything okay?’

‘He doesn’t want to sleep', the nurse said, while holding down Feyros’s legs.

‘Should I tell sir?’

‘No, let the man and his wife have their rest. They'll need it for tomorrow.’

The servant came closer. He crouched beside the bed.

‘Hey, little man. Don’t be upset. You need to sleep, so you can say bye to mama and papa tomorrow. It would make them sad if you were still sleeping.’

Feyros screamed and covered his ears. He lied on his side, turned away from the servant and the nurse. The latter let go of his legs, and he curled up into a ball.

He didn’t want there to be a tomorrow.

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1 & 2 for Feyros and 6 & 7 for Glorien?

1. how did you come up with their name?

The name Feyros just popped up in my head :D Tho unconsciously I might have had inspiration from Feyre from A Court of Thorns and Roses (I never read that book but I saw a book review)

2. which parent (if either) chose their name and why?

His father chose it because it sounds like a nice and joyful name. He went with the suffix -os because the family ancestors were born in the Derreia region, so they name their children the Derreian way.

6. how many names do they have in their full name?

People in the Koian Empire use a patronymic name system, so Glorien's full name is "Glorien son of Darren".

7. what titles accompany their name? official or otherwise?

Sadly, none. The titles sir/ser/lady are given to people after they are admitted into the nobility, and thus can function as advisors to the Emperor if he so wishes. To get such a title, you either have to serve a leading position in the army (most common for boys) or work as a priest(ess) (most common for girls). Glorien was prepared for the army, but due to the civil war he never got to do it. Because his parents were nobility, people can refer to Glorien as "noble boy", but that's all he gets.

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Me: *is attached to Feyros*

Me, seeing others grow attached to Feyros: