Prompt: Nyx comes across Regis in horrible pain and tries to help
“Your Majesty?”
Regis looked up, face settling into a blankmask even as he raised an enquiring eyebrow. “Sir Ulric.”
The glaive hesitated, glancing at the closed doorbehind him in some cross between hope and fear. “I was just, erm – I didn’tmean to…?” He looked so nervous, stumbling over his words, that it made Regiswant to laugh.
And then he had to mask a grimace as he shiftedand his leg twinged.
“Ah-” The sound caught his attention and helooked back over to the glaive, who had stepped forward; a pensive look on hisface. “I’m sorry but, are you alright, Your Majesty?” The younger man gesturedslightly to where Regis was clutching at his bad knee, massaging it, with aworried frown.
“I’ll be fine, Ulric.” He said dismissively,waving a hand.
Sir Ulric bit his lip, seemingly fightingwithout himself, before he slumped and stepped closer. “I can help,” he saidsoftly. “Do you mind if I…?” He trailed off, holding out his hands and Regiscould feel the flare of magic.
He scanned Ulric’s face, searching, before thepain in his leg spiked sharply and he nodded – just a fraction.
The younger man gave him a shy smile, closingthe distance between them on silent feet and slipping gracefully to his knees beforehim. Magic flared again, soft and controlled, as Ulric held his hands over his leg,glancing up at him from under dark lashes – requesting his permission once more– before resting them against his knee and massaging with experienced hands.
Heat magic radiated from his skin, soothingthe cramp alongside the motions, and he breathed a sigh of relief as the achelessened a little.
Ulric looked up at him once more, eyes brightand his lips stretched into a grin.
Regis felt his heart skip a beat as he lookeddown at this beautiful young man who was kneeling at his feet. Ah, fuck.
Clarus wasgoing to laugh at him.
