Steve found it ridiculous, but he couldn’t help it. When he was forced to find a job after his parents disowned him, the museum was the last place he’d expected to fall in love. The museum gift shop had gladly taken him in as a thank you for his family’s namesake, though Steve didn’t try to pretend interested in the way. He took the job offer, anything to pay the bills.
His current living arrangement was his car until he could save enough money back to get an apartment. Sadly with his car payment and insurance, it hardly left anything to put back, not enough to pay his phone bill for the last few months. Most days it was a toss-up for gas or food, which was going to be a harder decision with the approaching winter. Since he had to drop out of college he’d been left sneaking into the community pool to even get a shower, but soon he’d have to find other options. They started to dwindle as his friends, or rather the people who acted as such, distanced themselves when he was kicked out. He came from money and that’s all that anyone ever wanted.
His first idea was to befriend or date, but he couldn’t use them as people did to him. So he asked for more work, playing it off as expanding his knowledge and role. This led him to partner with the elderly security, who was fondly nicknamed Grey, until they could get him a trainee. Steve happily accepted it. The old man was a storyteller, even his lectures were entertaining as he drifted into stories of his kids. He often let him wander around, and that’s how he found the newest addition to the royalty wing.
They had discovered an underground burial vault, hidden beneath the remains of a castle converted into a long abandoned church. It was above Steve’s pay grade how they ever managed to acquire permission to excavate the vault. One night on his explorations the young man found the exhibit and the statue of King Kas. He ruled in the 1200 c.e., a just ruler in a conflicted era. Sadly, he existed during a blip in history, and few records have been found of his rule.
Still, the statue was handsome and mesmerizing. It was carved from marble and well cared for regardless of facing time. Surprisingly for a cold material, the eyes were warm, inviting even. It’s what kept Steve returning, making him fall. Grey had found him sometimes just talking to Kas about his problems when he came to let him out for the night. He was kind enough to offer an invite to his home whenever he needed, fatherly. He’s what he’d wished his parents were like, he cared for a boy he didn’t even know and even fed him when he didn’t have food. It was nice but also painful.
Steve spent every shift studying the statue. The king was adorned in jewelry; rings, a crown, necklaces, armlets, and bracelets filled with gemstones worth more than Steve’s parents. It only enhanced the beauty of the masterpiece, but it was truly the eyes that pulled him in. Maybe it was the dry spell in his current living situation, but he wanted to reach out and hold his face in his hands. His body was doing that on its own accord, his fingers nearly brushing its cheek when the hallway door was thrown open. Steve responded immediately, hiding behind the nearest pillar. His mind caught up with him once he was out of sight, that he and Grey were the only ones this late, still didn’t want to be caught with his hand on the exhibit.
Taking a calming breath, he stepped out and was going to give him a hard time about the scare. However, he froze when he heard more than one voice, harsh whispers echoing in the unoccupied room. Steve pressed up against the pillar, trying to be silent, trying to figure out how to alert Grey without his walkie.
So he stood there, listening to things being moved, metal clinging. “This is a goldmine. Can’t believe these idiots left it open like this, just ripe for the takin’.” A man cackled, the young man risking it to get a look at the thieves. Three of them, one stripping Kas while the other two robbed his riches.
“Shuddup. You want security up our asses?” Another snapped.
“What? That old guy probably ain’t got his hearing aid in.”
“He ain't alone dipshit. He's got that kid in here. Didn’t see him leave.” The last guy grumbled, sounding like he was struggling. “He’s not gonna be a problem. If he tries anything, I’ll show him mister pew pew.” That got Steve sweating. He needed a plan, a distraction to escape. From his vantage point, he noted the doors were close to the men, there were no windows, and the fire escape was a sprint away that gave the thieves an open shot. But the fire alarm was on the wall, parallel to him. Pulling it would alert firefighters and police, and hopefully scare the men enough to give him the opening that he needed. It was as solid as a plan he could make, but of course, he should know that life loved to make him struggle.
It came in the form of a, “Pull harder numb nuts.”, followed by a clatter. Peaking out he was met with the king's bracelet skidding past him. That’s what gave away his safe spot, the men already yelling and sprinting towards him. Steve took off, snatching the bracelet on the way to the fire alarm. He pulled it as he passed, heading towards the nearest exhibit, Pharaohs of Ancient Egypt. There were plenty of places to hide, Steve choosing the curtain that framed a standing sarcophagus.
It was sheered, easy to see through, yet nearly impossible to see in the dark museum. He gripped the bracelet, trying to quiet his breathing when the men came into the room. The alarm lights flashed and blared, however, he could hear things being thrown and smashed. There was angry yelling between the three, Steve watching the best he could through the fabric. He could make out only their silhouettes, watching in horror as they destroyed parts of history, feeling powerless. Was this how it was supposed to end, hunted and afraid? A fitting end to the last shitty months.
All he knows is that he isn’t going down without a fight. The bracelet was a decent weight and could knock someone out with a strong enough swing. He hoped it was enough as the silhouettes grew closer as Steve braced for an attack.
A scream froze the moment, now four shadows appeared on the other side of the curtain. “What the hell!” The man closest to the newcomer howled before he fell, his partner's screams echoing. Gunshots rang out causing a horrified scream to escape the young man. He fell to his knees and curled up, wanting to be as small as he could. Steve couldn’t fathom, nor did he want to attempt, the horrifying noises on the other side. There were screams and then silence.
He could only hope that the perpetrator didn’t find him- but once again life loved to beat him down. The curtain was pulled back, giving him an up-close view of the mystery man. Steve met with those warm eyes that once brought him comfort, now a sign of terror as Kas stood, marble painted in blood. He wanted to beg, to scream, but all that escaped his lips was a whimper. The statue took a step forward and the younger man fell back, trying to push himself as far away from the creature.
Not taking the hint, Kas knelt in front of him, reaching out toward him. He dropped his sword as fingers brushed against Steve’s cheek, causing him to flinch at the cold stone. It was silent between the two, aside from the blaring alarm, leaving them staring at one another. Pulling back his hand, Kas scooped the young man up without warning. A squeak escaped him, fear keeping his mouth bound as he was carried through the blood-drenched room to the king's exhibit. There he was gently sitting on the edge of the stone coffin that had been cracked open to show the interior. The body had been removed before the exhibit had opened so there was no fear of a zombie popping up. Just Steve and Stone Kas.
Steve was balancing himself the best he could while stone eyes studied up and down his body. They stopped on the bracelet still gripped in his hands, causing him to fumble trying to hold it up to the marble man.
“H-Here! I-I didn’t mean to take it, but I kept it safe. See, no damage.” He shook as the statue took the bracelet, examining it closely. Steve sat there, just waiting until Kas saw fit that the bracelet was fine. He hesitated with any noise or movement, not wanting to earn the creature's ire. He wished to disappear, to be locked behind his car doors on the other side of the country, just out of the king's sight.
Unfortunately, that wish quickly broke when Kas wrapped his hand gently around Steve’s upper arm. He watched in horror and confusion as the bracelet slid onto his wrist, giving the man his first clear look at the jewelry. It was a thick gold band with some basic designs carved in it, a bright red gem enclosed in it. It was a beautiful piece of jewelry, even Kas seemed to think so as a smile came to the carved face.
“Yeah, i-it’s a lovely piece, but sadly I’m not a jewelry guy.” His nervous chuckle was cut short when the smile fell, his body tensing as it was just them in silence once more. “Please-.” He whimpered.
A sob broke free when Kas leaned in, his cold lips pressing into his forehead. “Te videre iterum, amore mea.” He whispered, pulling back enough to peer down into Steve’s eyes. Without warning he was shoved back into the coffin, the lid pulled over without a struggle.
“Shit.” He mumbled, trying to push the stone lid off to no avail. “Shit! No, no, shit!” He screamed, pounding against the marble. Panicked tears dripped down his cheeks as he kept trying to push to top off. “I- I ca-. I can’t breathe! Please let me out! Please Kas!”
There was no telling how long he was screaming for, but no one came to his rescue. The fight left him abruptly as the situation set in. He was stuck in a stone prison, running out of air, no one knowing where he went. No one would notice him missing until much later after he suffocated. This was how he was going to die, as a nobody.
Steve went to cover his face, only to be splashed with water. He sat there, horrified at the thought that he was bleeding, but no. His body was sitting in water, the coffin filling at a ridiculous rate. He no longer had to wait to suffocate, now he was going to drown long before that.
A new panicked fueled fire filled his stomach, his legs coming up to kick at the lid. He figured if water was getting in, there was a chance he wasn’t completely sealed in. His head was underwater while he kicked with all his might. Soon it started sliding with each kick, giving way to enough space for his body to squeeze through. He wasted no time, the water weighing him down as he pulled himself free.
It was dark aside from a flickering archway, his body freezing as he took a minute to catch his breath. He could tell he was no longer in the museum, the only light seeming to be the only exit. A groan escaped Steve’s lips as he pulled himself towards the light, coming to a spiral staircase that only went up. It was illuminated by torches on the wall, the only warmth in this dark room. Freedom was near, and though his body wanted to give in to rest, Steve pressed on. His body ached, each step taken with a struggling limp that made the trip feel like hours.
He nearly cried when he saw the doorway, a light illuminating the stairs. He was ready for bed, or maybe he’d try to hit Grey up for a shower to get all the death dust off of him. If he was lucky, this was all a horny-induced nightmare.
That came to head when the universe decided to remind him once more of his shit luck. When he walked out of the doorway he was greeted with a group of swords pointed at him, surrounding him. His body was aching, fighting to stay standing as another wave of armored people came in. Trying to take a step back Steve’s body gave out, a mumbled “Fucking bullshit.”, escaping before he hit the ground. His world went dark once more.
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Steve groaned at the light that invaded his closed eyes, trying to hide his face in the pillows. It had been nearly a week since he was kidnapped and, not for his lack of trying, had done his best to seclude himself. His first night after his recapture Steve had tried to escape through the door only for it to remain bolted in place. The only way out was when someone came to check on him, however, since the escape he’s only allowed to have visitors of two or greater so he couldn’t pull any more tricks.
Typically that left him with Gareth who was Joyce’s guard dog, very rarely was there anyone else. The woman seemed to be his designated babysitter, regardless that his wound and illness had cleared up. It was rare that she wasn’t the one bringing his food, clothes, or anything to get him to speak.
Since he was recaptured he’d taken a vow of silence, noting how Joyce was the only one not giving in to the irritation. Any conversation was carried by her while he made a point to remain quiet. Steve spent most of his alone time reading the books the healer continued to bring in, trying to find something to occupy his time.
Kas had yet to make an appearance to make demands, or to punish him for slapping, so he was surprised he got to keep his hand after all that. He didn’t believe the king was keeping away from him, not trusting Joyce not to say everything he had said, no matter how small it was. Steve had denied several calls He refused to act like he was happy to be forced into this life.
That’s how he found himself curled up in his nice, yet temporary, bed, boots tossed on the ground carelessly while he read one of the various books. He’d made it several chapters into the tales of a knight and a scholar when the door opened to Joyce and Gareth, taking it upon themselves to be invited in, Steve choosing to ignore them.
“Afternoon you sire. How are you feeling this day?” The healer asked like every day with the same patient smile. He just shrugged, keeping his head in the book. “I see you have moved on to a new book. What is this one about?” Her tone was softer, like she always did, all the while Gareth just glared. Neither boy trusted the other, the tension so thick you could run a blade through it, leading to a silent waiting game. “Could you possibly set it down and follow us? King Kas has ordered you to have an audience with him.”
“He can shove it. I’m done talking with him and if he is so dead set on conversing with me he can drag his royal hiney to my jail cell.” Steve scoffed, flipping through the book even though his attention was lost on it. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Gareth’s chest puff out.
“Guard captain, would you give us a moment alone?” Joyce’s smile went straight, eyes not leaving Steve.
“You know the rules.”
“I do, however, I need privacy with a patient. The king will understand.”
“I do not believe he would.” The young guard scoffed.
“How about you both take this out there, it’s hard enough reading this book without arguing. If he wants to speak to me I’m not going to play the good little prisoner, so he can march his ass down here.” Steve growls, losing all hope to even get back into the thrilling tale.
“Your attitude is due for an adjustment.” Gareth doubled down, the two glaring at one another.
“Enough boys. If the king wishes to have a word with me after his meeting then we shall. Now out.” Joyce huffed, shoving the guard towards the door. He left with mumbles, leaving a door cracked to keep an eye on the two.
Once she knew they were going to have an uninterrupted meeting, her attention fully returned to Steve. “May I sit?”
“You’ll do it anyway, not like there is anything I can do to stop you.”
“Contrary to popular belief, well more like rumored, I do have manners. If you are not comfortable with my presence in close quarters then I will not invade your space.”
“Just sit before can-man freaks out and comes back in.” She did as told, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“How is your arm feeling?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Of course it does. Your arm had a minor infection from whatever concoction Brenner laced the knife with. I would like to repay you for bringing him to face judgment.” She spoke, holding out a hand. Steve dragged his eyes to the woman, trying to analyze her motives.
“It wasn’t my doing. He offered to help and turned out to be a psycho. Just another shitty day.” He grumbled, laying his arm in her hand.
“Well, I would say that your shitty day has truly been the best day for me. Do you mind a story while I examine your injury?”
“Sure, might as well.”
Joyce removed the wrapping on his arm before speaking, looking at the angry red slash. If he’d been at home he’d have picked up some ointment, but sadly he’s stuck here indefinitely. “Brenner used to be a well-respected man in our court, a man of science. Sadly, he was obsessed with breaking magic down to a scientific level. My husband and I assumed he was crazy but harmless. In a moment of distraction, he managed to kidnap my daughter and younger son.”
She rotated his arm, looking at the cut before placing a glowing hand over the wound. “Will never spoke about what occurred, but Ellie said he tried to experiment with magic properties and the twin’s bond. Kas had ordered his head, but he had escaped. It took a while for them to be a fraction of who they were. Will is timid and El tries to act strong for both of them, but she pulls in sometimes. So from the bottom of my heart, thank you for bringing him back to us for punishment.” Pulling her hand away the skin looked less angry, smaller even. Joyce lathered his arm with some paste before wrapping a clean bandage around it. Steve didn’t say anything, just watched her tightening the wrap.
“I don’t understand why he was so obsessed. He was going to kill me for this bracelet, which I don’t understand the hype about it. I’m sure King Asshole has a whole stash.”
“This bracelet has a special place in the royal family. I am certain the king will explain to you if you would ask. Possibly in exchange for information on how you managed to obtain it.” Steve pulled his arm back, holding it to his chest as he looked over the gem. “So what? You can go and relay it to your boss. I told the truth, the king gave it to me.”
“If you dare to trust this old soul, I will see if it is worth telling the king I will tell the bare minimum. If I see nothing useful then it shall stay between us.”
“No offense, but why should I trust you? I have no ties to you.”
“Trust that as a mother, I owe you. A mother’s love is stronger than loyalty.” Steve huffed, curling into himself. He didn’t know what a mother’s love was like, his mother loved possession over him, and that’s what led him into this mess. He only worked because his parents forced him out of the only home he ever knew. A mother’s love is a cold, brutal, and empty thing.
Joyce seemed to notice his withdrawal, “You are not close to your mother?”
“No. I was a necessity, not a want. She constantly reminded me how I ruined her body. To say we weren’t close is an understatement. She never wanted me and blames me when good ole dad decides to be unfaithful.”
“I am truly sorry that your family is so frigid. I never have agreed with people having children as a lineage requirement. It has proven to be a cold performance, a loveless act.”
“I grew used to it, often left alone to my own devices.”
“They sound like unfit parents. A child is a blessing and I am sorry that you have an unfair, unloving pair.” He shrugs, fiddling with the gem on the bracelet. “It is their loss. I hardly know you, yet you have proved to be a decent young man.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“I would like to know you, as a citizen instead of a prisoner.” She smiled gently, offering out a hand. “If you join me to the king and tell your side, I promise that I can show you what a real parent is. I will pledge to you in front of the king, that you will live with my family, no guards or magic locks.”
“You would take in a dangerous taking in a man that has proven to be a threat.” Steve never took his eyes off her hand, contemplating in his head.
“I see only a scared man, a protector. You could have killed that guard or Brenner. Instead, you only subdued them in order to escape. I do not assume you find joy in harming people let alone children.” He remained silent, avoiding her eyes. “I have faith that you are a threat when you are as I see you, a scared man in a strange situation. I do not agree with the way they treat you like you are a threat when you seem forced into this situation. We are not terrible people, just wary of what has happened. Please allow us the chance to prove that our initial response was not a true representation of our people.” Her hand hovered between them, unwavering with patience.
Steve never called himself smart, he’s got a big heart that led him blindly into hurt. He didn’t know this woman aside from who she worked for and the patience to wait out his stubbornness. He’d have to be a complete idiot to blindly trust her, but he has been craving the outside for a week.
“Can we go outside, give me a moment in the sun before facing his royal asshat?” He hesitated before taking her hand. Joyce smiled, nodding as she waited a moment to see if the young man was going to back out.
“We can go visit the gardens before we visit King Kas. I believe my children are having class outside. You would get to meet those you avenged.”
“I guess.” He mumbled as she helped him climb from the bed, the healer pulling him from the room. They stopped in front of Gareth, who looked irate as he held up shackles. Joyce held a hand up to stop him, catching the attention of both men.
“No need for that. We will be visiting the garden, please tell the king we are ready for our audience when he is prepared to see us. Do come find us when he is.” Gareth groaned, holding back something before turning and walking away. “Come, young man, let us hurry before we are pulled into a meeting. They are terribly dull as a maiden’s gossip-ridden knitting circle.”
Joyce rolled her eyes, smiling at the young man before turning and leading him down the corridors. When they breached the outside the light invaded Steve’s eyes. He flinched, eyes taking a moment to adjust. When they did he was met with the sight of preteens playing amongst the garden flowers.
They were in a group, some jumping rope with a vine, others playing a game of tag. Off to the side were two men around his age, playing with some flowers as they sat talking and watching the younger children.
Like an alarm went off, attention was dragged to the two, a dozen eyes falling on Steve specifically. They bared into him, studying him like he was some weird specimen to study under a magnifying glass, and to them he probably was. He had climbed out of a grave, dressed in his work clothes, and the first thing he did upon meeting their king was punch him. They seemed on edge, muttering amongst themselves, which put Steve on the edge.
Joyce had waited back, allowing the strangers to grow accustomed to one another. Sadly out of both groups, the only one who seemed to brave it was a young girl. Steve had recognized her from his first trip through the garden, wavy brown hair bouncing as she closed the distance between her and the older boy. Her eyes burrowed into his, trying to peer into his soul for the answer he refused to share.
The young girl came to a stop in front of him, tilting her head without breaking eye contact. Steve could feel the sweat rolling down the back of his neck, the return of the panic that he felt that night in the museum. He didn’t know what this girl could do, but he was her prime focus.
When it felt like too much for his heart to take she took a step forward and wrapped her arms around his waist. He was frozen to the spot, arms held up in uncertainty, gazing over at Joyce. The healer was smiling at her daughter, the young girl's head resting on his chest. Before his mind could even process anything happening she backed away, smiling wide as she gripped his hands in hers.
“Vindex.” Her voice was small, the language something unheard to him. The confusion must have been written on his face because the healer spoke up.
“It means protector or avenger. This is my youngest of the twins, Ellie, but she prefers El.” Her hand tightened, pulling Steve towards the group who still seemed on edge, but less tense.
“Come play with us.”
A laugh left Joyce as the young man stuttered, being dragged into the children’s playing circle. All at once the garden was filled with overstimulating yells from the preteens, screaming over one another as they pulled him into a game. In his overwhelmed state the kids had decided on a game of hide and seek.
He jumped as the young girl pulled him down, and another child tied a blindfold around his eyes. “Do not remove until we are ready, then come find us.”
“W-Wait! What!” His stutters went unheard as they spun him in a circle, giggles echoing Joyce’s warnings of no powers when non-mages are playing. He came to a stop and the giggles disappeared.
“Ready!” One of the boys yelled, Steve hesitantly reaching up to remove the blindfold. The world was still spinning when it came off, nearly toppling over before his eyes settled. When they did, he was greeted with an empty garden. “They are hiding. Perhaps a game with the children will pass enough time till the king calls.” Joyce says from behind, taking a seat on a cement bench.
“I guess it’s better than waiting at his beck and call.” Steve scoffed, looking around the garden and hearing snickers and shaking bushes. A smile slid on his face as he took a step towards the bushes. “Ready or not, here I come!”
Kas groaned as he rubbed his temple as he paused signing another document. He’d been signing since down, his hand was cramping and the words were starting to dance across the page. He’d been waiting all morning to talk with the intruder, who seemed to be a stubborn ass every other time he’d asked. His attitude had begun to get under his skin, despite the pretty face, yet he couldn’t deny that he was looking forward to meeting him again.
When Gareth told him that Joyce had finally wheedled him down into an agreement with him. Unfortunately, the paperwork had to be finished before said meeting could take place and his body was paying for it. Gareth stood against the door, a smirk on his face as he watched Kas’ features shift from annoyance to exhaustion. He knew the king would give up eventually, so he watched, taking in his entertainment. When the limit hit, he threw his head back with a groan louder than his prior ones. A snicker left the guard as he straightened and walked towards the king.
“Giving into the hierarchy’s demands for the evening?”
“Gare these parchments are idiotic and most require to feed the wealthy and leave the poor with nothing. It is exhausting and irritating. I am going on a walk, take a moment to give my body a rest and cleanse my body of all these negativities.” He stood, popping his neck with another groan. “Will you join or stay in this depressing room? I am thinking of checking the gardens.”
“I regret to inform you that the children are using the garden as a classroom. Who am I to presume it is in pristine condition?”
“I need a break, regardless of the mess they have caused, I have not been able to check up on the children. Come, follow me if you wish.” With that, both young men walked from the study. The walk was full of teasing gripes and playful shoves that disappeared once they were in a more public space.
Gareth followed Kas out into the garden, preparing for the loud squeak of the prepubescent, which there was. However, what took both men by surprise was the sight of the intruder blindfolded, hands outstretched. The children were running around him, clapping and yelling to lead him in the opposite direction than they went. He fell for the bait, hearing squeals as he almost captured them. What stuck out was the bright smile that played on his face.
It was the first time he’d seen anything other than a scowl, and it made his face glow and soften.
It was short-lived when he finally caught one of the children, taking the blindfold with a victorious smile. It fell when his eyes set on Kas. They locked eyes and the tension returned with full bloom. The pleasant smile and moment was gone.
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The last time he felt this level of unclearness, had been when he beat his keg stand record, followed up with too many shots. He’d been a junior trying to chase popularity and ended up waking up on a stranger's bathroom floor. Safe to say the hangover felt shitty, like a knife tapping the inside of his skull in rhythm with his heartbeat. This was worse.
His body was freezing, which emphasized the aches that plagued his body. If he was honest with himself, he was surprised his body had fought off illness for this long. Not having a balanced diet or a proper shelter was a decent way to get sick and without insurance, he was just going to have to power through it.
A shiver rushed through Steve’s body, and the young man used all his strength to bundle the blanket around him. A hand stopped him when it pressed against his forehead, causing a groan to escape from him. He tried to bat the hand away, another hand pressing his back down by the shoulder. Someone was saying something, but the words were garbled like he was listening from underwater. It made the throbbing in his head worse and weighed down his body. All Steve wanted to do was go back to sleep.
Unfortunately, his visitors decided that that wasn’t on his schedule. He was grounded to alertness by gentle slaps to his cheek. With a growl, he attempted to slap the hand away, only for his wrist to come to a jolted stop. Against his body’s protest, he cracked his eyes open, expecting to see Gray. The man in front of him was far too young to be the security guard.
“Ah, there he is.” The man smirked as he slapped Steve’s cheek again before backing away.
“Careful guard, he is still ill.” A woman’s voice came from beside him, making the young man take in his surroundings.
The room was bland and dated by at least a few centuries, with nothing much for decor aside from a few chairs and a sofa. To be honest he felt like he was in an exhibit at the museum with a lack of character. If that was the case then he was going to be in a world of trouble with his boss.
Fingers snapping in front of his face brought him out of his head. The shaggy-haired man was looking irritated with him like he expected an answer. Steve only stared back, refusing to speak with how shitty he was feeling. Shaggy Man seemed just as stubborn, leading to just both of them staring back one another down. It came to a stalemate when the woman spoke up. “Guard, if you would please state your business. I am in charge of the captive and you are impeding my healing.”
“He does not require healing, not until we receive the answers, which is more important if I should remind you.”
“You can not interrogate a dead man. You are allowed three questions but do not trouble him. He must rest.” The woman seemed to mean it if the shaggy man’s silence was to answer. He glared at Steve, who was done with this conversation and wanted nothing but pain relievers and sleep.
“What is your name?” He rolled his eyes at the guard before directing attention to the doctor. “How did you get into the burial chamber?” His silence only seemed to anger the guard. “Answer now!” He growled, grabbing Steve by the forearm. He pulled his arm into view, pointing at his wrist. “Where did you get this!”
The glimmer of gold was all it took to recall the events of last night, his body filled with fear and anxiety, the young man trying to escape the bed. He was jerked back into place by the restraint on his other wrist, his eyes traveling to what held him captive. It was a cuff chaining him to the bed, keeping him trapped once more, at the mercy of these strangers.
“Focus!” The shaggy man growled, drawing Steve’s attention back to the guard. “How did you get this bracelet?!”
With a scoff, he pulled his arm free. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. I’ll gladly give it to you.” As to prove his point, the young man went to pull it off, only for it to stay fixed in place. He struggled with it before the guard threw his head back with a groan.
“It is magically locked in place you nitwit. Until we break the spell it will remain adhered to your wrist.”
“Magically? Is this some kind of joke? What are you going to do, pull a rabbit out of a hat?” He scoffed at that, glaring at Steve.
“Stop being ridiculous. Do I look like a summoner to you? Also, what would a rabbit do to solve your issues?”
“Wha-?”
“Alright guard, my patient needs healing and rest. Please allow me to do my job as I allowed you to. You can finish your interrogation once his health has returned to a more lucid place. I will call for you at such time.” Steve expected a retort, an argument to break out due to whatever drugs the guy had been taking. Magic wasn’t real, despite the bracelet being adhered to his wrist, or the night before with the statue. Maybe he’s just been sick and it was all a fever dream. Gray probably found him and he’s in some kind of historical hospital.
“Just keep him locked up and send for me when he is coherent again.” Without a response he left, slamming the door. The woman tutted before turning her attention back to Steve.
“I apologize for his attitude, he is just cautious. My name is Joyce, I am a healer. I have waited till you woke up before asking to heal you. I can do it magically or with traditional methods. I know some humans are averse to magical methods, however, it will relieve your ailments in time for the guard's second round of interrogation. I understand he will not be swayed again. The king requires information on how you got into the burial chamber. “
“You too? This is definitely a fever dream. There is no such thing as magic, it's all smoke, mirrors, and illusion.”
“Oh dear, you must have hit your head. I assure you I am a rather talented vitamancer and you will need all your strength. I am sure King Kas will be ruthless when he comes to question you.”
Steve froze. The nightmare seemed closer to reality at the mention of the statue. Had he been kidnapped by the marble man, taken to some crazed cult that believed in magic? It was too much to focus, covering his eyes with his forearm. He couldn’t bare to face the king, especially not in his current condition. He felt faint, the world spinning as he tried to calm himself.
“Oh sweetheart, do not panic. I will make sure you are well enough if you allow me.” Joyce held a hand up, glowing a faint yellow, and offered with a kind of smile. She seemed sincere, calm, and patient. She made Steve’s freezing body feel warm and he found himself nodding. He doesn't recall the next few minutes beside a glow before the world returned to dark.
Joyce left him under the guards at his door, nodding at the two as she warned them to leave the intruder to rest. Her robe dragged behind her while she strolled up the castle stairs, to the king's private office. It’s where he felt the most confident in addressing issues with his advisor before the court. To say she wasn’t surprised that the others were already there delegating to one another. Her arrival went unnoticed as the king's personal guard and guard commander were arguing. Kas stood, rubbing his temple, Joyce noting the headache that was forming.
“He has been uncooperative, delusional, and quite frankly an ass.”
“You were not there when the guard retrieved him. He looked like a traumatized wet dog. I highly doubt he is lucid enough to even register where he is.”
“Chris, Gareth, please calm your voices.” Kas groaned, looking up to see the newcomer. “Joyce, you have spent time with the intruder. What do you have to say about him?” Eyes dragged to the healer, one of the elders of the advisors, looking to her as the voice of reason.
“It is hard to say. He has been incoherent most of the times he awoke. The fever has taken a toll on him, affecting his memories. He seems lost on how he got here and magic as a whole. I did heal him and he is resting. The guards are aware that the only visitors outside this room are food delivered by the guards. Once he is awake and fed, then we shall be able to question him. You have my sign Liffey.” Joyce instructed.
“Understood, then I will personally accompany Gareth. If this stranger is working for Lord Vecna and infiltrated our walls then we will retrieve all the information possible with any means necessary.” Kas demanded.
“His clothing was certainly strange.” Gareth huffed.
“He will get a moment to state his case, I for one am looking to get some answers about our dead man walking.” Kas sighed. “Joyce, once he is alert and fed, calls for us.” The woman nodded, excusing herself. She left, taking a detour to the castle garden. In the center were her twins, Will and El, practicing magic. They were playing with a bush of roses, wilting before returning to their vibrant state. Unlike her eldest, the twins had been born as diviners, much like their paternal grandmother. Their father was the only non-mage in their unique family, her three children house unique magic.
She watched for a moment, enjoying the sight of the youngest taking joy in their magic. Looking off to an opposing garden corner, seeing her eldest, Jonathon backed against the gardener. Argyle was a down-to-earth Druid, who seemed to take a fondness for her son. Joyce knew the two were closer than friends, it was clear how the druid grew a flower and tucked it behind the younger healer's ear. Young love always warmed her heart, to see her children happy.
Pulling away, she called out for lunch, planning to check on Steve when they finished. She didn’t make it past the appetizer before Gareth came running into the dining hall, with a patrol with him. Joyce stood, concern painted on her face at the notice of their city gear. “What is going on?”
“I will stay in the castle. If he tries to attack then I will be here for the king.” With a nod, the young guard had the patrol out of the castle grounds.
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Steve adjusted the clasp on the cloak as he stared over the market stalls. He’d been lucky that the guard they had sent was the same size and wasn’t the brightest. He had feigned falling asleep, which gave him enough time to plan an escape. When the unsuspecting guard had come in with the tray in full armor, it was like the gods were on his side for once. He’d fallen for Steve’s fib, that the chain was biting too tightly into his wrist that it was hurting to eat. Without a second thought, he had unlocked the cuff.
The tray the food came on was the perfect weapon, Steve picked it up and struck while the guard was distracted. He hit the bed, out cold. The young man held his breath for a moment, waiting for the other guards to come running in for their comrade with the commotion the tray had caused. By the second Steve relaxed, the door stayed closed through him stripping the guard down to his undergarments.
It took a little longer to dress in the unfamiliar clothing, but once he got everything situated, he hid his face below the uniform helmet and grabbed the tray. Taking a deep breath, he braced himself before sneaking out, closing the door quickly behind him. He nodded to the two guards as he walked calmly down the hall, sprinting once he rounded the corner.
He went down several stairs and a few corridors before he broke the outside. From there he slipped out through a garden, spotting two children playing amongst the flowers. Before crossing the garden he placed the tray on a pillar, slipping out of the castle walls with surprising ease. To be honest, it nearly was too easy that he thought that the king himself would jump up and attack. Instead, it was a clear path with little to no people on the trail to the village market.
He grabbed a cloak that was hanging unmonitored at a stall as he passed through, blending in the best he could. Currently, he was exploring a jewelry section of the market, trying to find something or someone to remove the bracelet. He’d caught glances and offers, but no magical key. It was a wild goose chase and if he couldn’t find someone to remove it then what were his chances of finding someone to help him home? At least when he was home he had his car to sleep in, here he didn’t even know a place or the currency to get a room.
Maybe his father was right, he’s an idiot that can’t seem to keep himself out of trouble. Somehow he managed to find and get a crush on a stone statue that happened to be alive. Luck was never on his side. It had to be at least after two in the evening and he was going to find shelter for the night. Steve wasn’t worried about food, he’s starved before, but still, life is a real pain in the ass.
“Pst, hey. Kid, you look like you need to lie down.” Steve spun around to find the owner of the voice. Besides him, peeking out from a curtained doorway, was a man with salt and pepper hair. He was around his father's age, yet more weathered than the bastard ever dared to look.
“Ah yeah. I’ve had a long day and honestly, it’s been shitty. To make things worse, I’ve got this stupid bracelet stuck on my skin and no one can get it off.” He unloaded on the guy, trying to remove the bracelet to emphasize the point. He was exhausted, on the run, his body still weak from his sudden illness. Steve just wanted to go home and sleep in his backseat.
“You do seem stressed. Perhaps I can assist you, I do have training involved with enchanted jewelry. Come, my home is open and if you give me the chance to look over it, I may be able to break the enchantment. While you wait I have a free bed.”
Steve stared at the man suspiciously out of the corner of his eye. No one was this kind out of the goodness of their heart, always something on the line. If it was the bracelet, he’d happily turn it over to him and let him deal with the crazy people and stone statue. Still, he was cautious. Steve entered expecting anything but what he saw. It was a living room, minus a tv or anything of value, just a woven sofa and coffee table. The door, a literal board on hinges, slammed behind him causing Steve to jump and turn.
“Apologies.” The man said, walking over to the sofa. “Come, allow me to examine the magic.” He invited Steve to sit, the younger man joining him on the sofa. “My manners seemed to have left me, I am Martin. I study enchantments and other types of magic.” He explained as he manhandled the younger man’s wrist, examining the bracelet. The older man rotated his wrist, fiddling with the clasp and gem while making noise to himself.
Finally, after minutes of the hands-on approach, Martin released his arm. “Strong, ancient magic has bound this to you. May I ask where you acquired it?”
“You wouldn’t believe me. Hell, I don’t believe it and it happened to me.” Steve had to chuckle at his denial. With all that he has witnessed in the last 24 hours, he felt crazy for denying it.
“I have heard many tales in my days, you can hardly surprise this old man.” Said man stood, walking around the home, collecting items. “Humor me?”
“A statue gave it to me.” Martin paused, going silent.
“You mean you stole it from the statue?”
“No. The statue came to life, stuck it on my wrist, then took me captive. I’ve been stuck with it since.”
“I see. It sounds like a golem, an enchanter tasked with missions. The magic keeps stationed and once they have accomplished said task then they just crumble. Perhaps you were supposed to bring the bracelet to a new owner. Once I get it off I will study the magic properties.” Martin returned to the sofa, a basket filled with various items. There were bowls, bags of powders, gems, and a sharp blade.
“Alright, lay your arm down. I will try to remove the stone first, if that is the source of the magic then the bracelet should come off without a problem.” Martin explained, picking up the blade.
“Woah! Woah! Can we maybe not use a knife to test this? I do want to keep my limbs.” Steve yelled, pulling his arm back, but that seemed to sour Martin’s temperament. What followed pushed the younger man into an adrenaline haze. The older man charged with the knife, slashing through his arm. He didn’t have time to react to the blade's burn as it returned, meeting the gemstone instead of flesh.
When the steel met the stone a blast forced both men back, Martin flying back into the sofa that gave away from the impact. Steve stumbled back into the drapery, barely able to recover before the man came charging again. The younger threw the curtains at the man, giving him a moment to grab the rod to defend himself.
When his parents had been pressuring him into being a child prodigy they put him through an extensive baseball training camp, until they realized his only gift in the sport was his swing. Sure the three got on like a house and fire, yet he was silently thanking them as the brass rod met its target. There was a sickening crack and specks of blood as it impacted Martin’s face and Steve knew a nose wasn’t supposed to look like that, but it gave him the chance to escape.
With the rod gripped in his hands he sprinted to the door, throwing it open and running out into the market. He looked around for an escape path, but it seemed his path was blocked by people and an overwhelming appearance of guards. Steve Turned to run back to the other side of the market, but came face to face with Martin exiting his home, drenched in blood with his knife. He looked crazed, aiming his anger at Steve. As he took a step towards the young man, vines shot past him, wrapping around the threatening man. His head spun as the guard that had tried to interrogate him at the castle stepped up.
“Well, this is an absolute surprise,” Gareth said, eyes on Martin, hand grasping to the end of the vines. “We come in search of an escaped thief and come in contact with an old friend..” His tone reflected anything but friendliness, in fact, his smile was more of a scowl. “Hello Brenner. The guards and the king have been just dying to see you. Should have known your greed would send you our way.”
Steve took a step back, brain wanting to flee before the man snapped his attention to him. “Do not try to flee, I would rather lead you in shackles than a vine cage like this damned bastard.” He held up his free hand, shackles dangling.
They stared at one another, Steve weighed his options. One led to p; possible freedom, but if he moved one inch he’d be dressed up like a Christmas present. With a sigh, the man dropped his head and bared his wrists. “See, not so hard Mr. Rabbit-Hat.” Gareth made the snide comment while another guard took the shackles and fastened them awkwardly above the bracelet. “Now if Brenner had your self-preservation. Load them into the tumbleweed. We have a long journey ahead and I would like to sleep in my own bed tonight.”
With a harsh shove, Steve was loaded into the caged wagon, Martin being thrown in behind him. He was still bound, one gagging him leaving him to stare daggers at the younger man. He just huffed and rested back against the bars, letting his body relax as much as possible with the rocking of the wagon. It lulled him, letting his eyes shut before drifting, only to be jerked back by the cart stopping. Opening his eyes he was greeted with the sight of the castle and the last place he wanted to be, the home of the last person he wanted to see. The sunset was bouncing off of Martin’s bound body as they were removed from the cage.
The guards took the old man out first before dragging Steve out. He was groggy, nearly tripping over his own feet as he was paraded through the garden filled with children and servants. Martin was taken somewhere else while Steve was led into the castle, directly to the throne room. Standing before the stairs of the throne, the person that started this whole mess, a smirk plastered on his face.
King Kas stood proudly before him, giving him the chance to study the fleshier person. His hair was pinned up aside for two strands that framed his face, long, dark, and wavy, unlike the marble statue. His skin was fair and his brown eyes were just as lively and warm, inviting as they had been before. He was adorned in jewelry, much of what had been stolen by the thieves, aside from the bracelet.
He expected threats or a fight that would end up with his hand severed, or even his death. Instead, the king waved over a guard, having the bloodied shackles removed. Kas pushed his sleeve up, tsking at the sight of the angry cut. “I must admit, you are a surprising case. You climb from the family vault, wearing my family's bracelet, knocking out one of my guards, and escaping, then, after getting out to the market, you led Martin Brenner into capture. It has been quite the adventure and I would like to pay you back for bringing that dangerous man in. Hand over the bracelet, and allow you a night in the castle before sending you on the way. Joyce will see to your wound before you leave.” He was snarky. That’s what Steve noticed first, which didn’t help his attitude as he glared at the king.
“I can’t.” He grumbled, staring the man down.
“Cannot or will not?”
“I can’t! It’s stuck on my arm.”
“Magically adhered, your majesty. I did look it over while he was recovering.” Joyce spoke up, standing off to the side with the rest of the court. “This will not be a simple removal. I recommend having different magi look over the magical signature, and to do that you will have to stay.”
Frustration was building in Steve. He was going to be forced to stay in the place with his abductor, he was going to lose his job, and if he ever was able to leave he probably wouldn’t have a car. All of this happened because he had to make goo-goo eyes at an abnormally hot statue. A momentary dick over-brain slip caused him this living hell. His mind was bouncing around, between every regrettable decision that finally came to head when Kas had to have the last word. “Well, that is the universe punishing a thief.”
Like the break of a string, Steve snapped. His fist met the king’s cheek, sending the slightly older man stumbling back. Gasps resounded from around them, the guards reacting and binding Steve’s arm behind his back, but that didn’t stop the bite that came with the anger. Kas recovered quickly, glaring at the young man, ignoring the blood dripping from his lip.
“It’s your fault! You’re the one who put it on my wrist and locked me in that coffin! Don’t you dare try and blame me for this mess!”
“Lies! I do not even know your name! Guards, lock him in the guest room until he has calmed down for treatment!” Kas barked and trudged out of the room. Gareth followed him to his bed chambers, locking themselves in the room. The guard took a wet cloth from the basin, dabbing it over the king's lip.
“That man has a death wish. He is lucky Chris did not flay him. I do not understand his motives, but regardless of it, best to keep wary of him.” Kas hummed in agreement, fiddling with his pendent, spacing off as he looked at the doors. A scoff left Gareth before he smacked the king upside the back of the head, earning a yelp. “Are you seriously daydreaming about a thief that attacked you!?”
“Fucksake Gare! It is not my fault he happens to be a handsome man.” Kas huffed, crossing his arms.
“You can not be serious Eddie. You have the most absurd attractions.” He groaned.
“oh like you have the room to complain Gare. I recall hearing you in the middle of trysts with Andrew. The things you were begging for should have been transcribed by poets.” A pillow met Kas’ face, a snorted laugh escaping him as the two tussled.
“Why do I even try to care, you have always been the one to poke a bear.” The young guard scoffed, only for the pillow to greet his face. A loud, triumphant laugh echoed through the room. It was cut off once more when Gareth tackled the king, the two scuffling like children, the tension leaking out of the air as they ignored the elephant in the room.
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The tension was thick enough to attract the attention of the occupants of the garden. Steve violently gripped the blindfold in his hand as his glare set upon the king. He expected the coy man to snap a comment, take a chance to belittle him with a snide comment. Instead, the king took him by surprise by taking a step aside, holding a hand out. He directed the younger man back towards the way he had come from, smiling at him.
“If you are done playing amongst the children, we are due for a meeting.” Steve scoffed, handing the blindfold to Joyce, who stood to follow, only for Kas to hold a hand up to her. “This is only for a party of two at the moment.”
“And by that, you mean you, me, and Sir Tincan.”
“I mean what I say. Just you and I.” Gareth sputtered, the king sending a side glance that seemed to be enough to silence the guard. “Come, let us take a stroll.”
Steve was wary, but led the way, hearing the king’s steps follow behind him, expecting some type of ambush once they passed the corner. However, the only thing that came from the Kas was a yawn followed by a chuckle. “What energy you must have to keep up with the little rascals? You must come from a full family.”
“Stop.” Steve growled, whipping around to glare at the king. He stopped only inches from his face, the younger’s hot breath brushing against his lips. “Stop this niceness charade. You ask your questions, I’ll ask mine. Just enough of this back-and-forth bullshit.”
A moment of silence passed with their eyes locked, trying to gauge one another before Kas brought a hand up to the younger’s chest before pressing him back. “You have one of the most confusing vocabularies I have heard. I am trying to be kind, allow you freedom to speak your mind, and find comfort in the unfortunate hand you have been dealt.”
“Sounds like Stockholm Syndrome in the making to me.” Kas raised a brow, but shook off the uncertainty.
“None of what I said is untrue. As a show of good faith, I will answer questions you have honestly.” Steve hummed, making a show of thinking over his options, though he knew there was no real debate.
“Fine. Lead the way and we’ll chat.” With a smirk, Kas took the lead, taking him to a lounge. The younger man nearly walked into the king when he halted in front of the door, dramatically throwing open the double doors. The room was plain, just a few sofas, a table between them. Kas entered first, going over to an ice bucket and pulled a bottle of wine before flopping gracelessly on a settee, all before Steve joined him. Kas held his hand out to the adjoining sofa, crossing his arms as he stared at the man expectantly. He popped the cork without struggling and took a swig, offering it to the scowling younger man. He withdrew the offered bottle before resting back, locking eyes once more, then he took another drink.
“So, how do you want to do this? A round of 20 questions before we begin a yelling match.”
“I want to be civil, so I ask you not to taunt my generosity and to be forthcoming. Please, ask any question.” Resting back against the settee, Kas got comfortable, ready for any ounce of time.
Steve was silent for a moment to ponder over the many questions that circulated through his mind and the ever-growing list. Yet, one was more prominent than the others, glimmering on his wrist between the both of them. “What is the big deal about this bracelet? It’s strange that you all are so focused on a trinket when this place is loaded with jewelry, so what is so important about this?”
That seemed to be the right question to lead with, giving the king gagged on his wine, face going as red as the liquor. He took a moment to right himself, eyes fluttering between his clothing and the room, everywhere other than Steve. Clearing his throat, he looked up at his guest. “Before I share my reasoning, I need the truth about how you obtained it.”
“I told you the truth. You gave it to me-.” The king opened his mouth, only to be silenced when a glare locked on him. “But after my conversation with Brenner, I think I’ve summed up that what gave me this wasn’t really you. It was a stone a-a-a gargoyle?”
“Do you mean a golem?”
“Yes! A stone person bewitched with rules to follow.”
“That would be a golem, also it is enchanted. Witch is a degrading term most foul. Do be better with words in my kingdom.” The last part came out as a growl. A shiver ran down Steve’s spine, unclear whether it was a fearful reaction or something else.
“Geez, my bad. It’s not like anyone told me and I’m kind of new to this. Can we get back on topic?” With a nod from Kas, Steve continued. “Full transparency, I’m not from here, time wise. One minute I’m at work getting robbed, the next I’m shoved in a coffin by golem you, and I’m here.”
“And the bracelet?”
“He slapped it on my wrist, I don’t know why or how I got here, but I’m here and probably fired from my job.” He grumbled the last part, but it went over the king’s head as he seemed deep in thought.
“Hm, it sounds as if some powerful magic is at play. A statue of a king is only constructed to watch over their bodies, which means that I no longer exist in your time. It would make sense to have a statue then and whom ever enchanted it would have had to leave a magical trace. It is possibly the same person that enchanted the bracelet. I do not understand who would task the golem to give you the bracelet.” Kas explained, eyes burrowing into Steve’s.
“As part of our culture, each member of the royal family has expectations, one of which is marriage. As a vow of loyalty and sign of love, a bracelet it cast as an engagement announcement. My bracelet went missing from my room, so I assumed when you appeared with it that you were the culprit. My uncle would not be pleased to find I have misplaced it in his absence.”
“So I’m wearing your wedding present?” The young boy asked, staring down at the bejeweled bracelet.
“That is correct. It is a sign of unity and as we speak, my uncle is out making treaties and using my hand as a bargaining piece.” Kas huffed, the settee taking his full weight as he slumped back.
“That sucks.” He mumbled to the king, his mind reflecting on the similar situation that got him into his current circumstance.
“It is to be expected if I am to take over the throne one day. I gave my permission when he asked because I understand what is expected of me.” He hummed, eyes drifting towards the bracelet. For how demanding he had been to retrieve it, his eyes betrayed the surrender and remorse from Steve.
The young man felt the rough tension ease for the first time between them as the mood seemed to damper on the topic. “I guess that explains the looks and the offers of free stuff?”
“Wait. What do you mean? How many people saw you wearing my bracelet?” Kas seemed spooked, in near panic.
“I went through a market, talked to several jewelers, anyone that claimed they could break the spell. No luck, but got a lot of congratulations and offers.”
“Oh lords. This is pure embarrassment!” Kas groaned, throwing his head back as he raked his hands over his face. “My uncle will be bringing it up till day one of us parishes.”
“Geez, don’t be so melodramatic. We’ll just tell people it was an accident and we’re not engaged.”
“And risk scandalizing the crown! I think not! My uncle would have my head!” Steve was unease with how unsettled the king had been. “No, you will have to cover it in public. I cannot risk news of my engagement reaching my uncle.”
“So I’m just supposed to hide this bulky ass thing? How the hell do you expect I do that?”
“We will supply armor gauntlets that shall cover it.”
“Oh yay, more shackles.” Steve rolled his eyes, throwing his body onto the sofa. He was sure he resembled a pouting child with his crossed arm, but he felt he’s justified with how he’d been thrown into this ridiculous mess.
“It is for your safety as much as my family’s image. Being seen as my betrothed has put a mark on your back. No king has reigned in everyone’s favor. I would suggest not venturing out of the castle walls much. However, if you do, take a guard with you.” Steve wanted to argue, to throw a fit, but he knew the king was being honest.
Regardless of his predicament, Steve understood and agreed with the king’s reasoning. With a sigh, he sat straight once more before locking eyes with the older man.
“Fine, but I have my own terms to these conditions.”
“As you should. Share them with me.”
“Firstly, I will not be staying here under constant monitoring. Mrs. Joyce has invited me to stay with her and I’m going to take her up on it. Secondly, I won’t just be sitting around here every day.”
“If you want a job, I can give you one. All you have to do is say yes. The guard is always looking for help.”
“No. I don’t want to work like that. Maybe I can help Joyce.”
“She has several assistants. However, the children run amok after classes and they are full of unbalanced magic and the energy to disperse it. They do require a caretaker.” Kas offered, picking the wine back up to take another swig.
“So… babysitting?”
“Oh lords no!” The king gasped, horror expressed on his face. “They may cross lines and be pains in the ass, but please do not sit on them!”
“That’s not-!” Steve groaned, massaging his temple. “Nevermind. I’ll do it. They seemed like good kids, anyway.”
“Wonderful! Once you get settled into Joyce’s home, we will properly introduce you to all of them. From there, you can conclude the proper way to handle them with their unique personalities and abilities. However, I must ask.” A coy smile came to Kas’ lips as he leaned back into his chair. “As we are in this circumstance together, and as a modesty to one another, do I get to know the name of my betrothed?”
“Nope. If you want to know my name, then you’ll have to earn it. Think of it as trying to get into my good graces.” A chuckle left Kas’s lips, eyes falling onto the younger.
“Earning one’s name, a romantic challenge.” Steve scoffed, standing with a roll of his eyes.
“It’s not a challenge.”
“Nonsense! I shall earn the name of my betrothed like a worthy king.” Kas fell back, draping his body across the settee, hand resting on his forehead. Steve snorted, turning back to face the door to hide the blush that she was sure painting his cheeks.
“Don’t say it like that, dude! If we are done, I’m grabbing what is mine to move to Joyce’s.”
“Very well. I would suggest getting to know the older kids since you will be living with one, if not two.”
“The ones that helped Joyce nurse me back to health?”
“Young Master Byers is her son and apprentice. The grounds keeper can be found keeping him company at any hour rather than keeping the garden most days.” The king stretched before standing, setting the bottle down on the table. “I do believe the day is still young and I have a day filled with meetings, so if you have no other terms, then I believe our time is up. We will speak more about other matters tomorrow?” Steve gave a nod before standing by himself. “Very well, until tomorrow, Curantis.”
Another scoff left the young boy as he turned to walk to the door. A yelp echoed as he pushed it open, nearly smacking one of the children with the heavy door. Blue eyes glared up at Steve through a mess of curls from where the boy had fallen. The older expected screaming and crying, yet he just stood up and brushed himself off, picking up his book that skidded away. Steve contemplated asking if he was alright or take his unbothered state as confirmation when Kas spoke up.
“Dustin, I have warned you not to stand close to doors. You have come too close to losing your head way too often. Lady luck will not always be so generous.”
“I was not hovering! I was looking for you! The newest edition of “A Knight’s Quest” has arrived from the author. I have been waiting for your business to conclude to come read it.”
“I am sorry, Dusty, but my day is packed. My uncle will shake me dead if I shirk my responsibilities.” The young boy deflated almost immediately.
“But you said that last time we were to hang out.” The defeat in the boys sent a familiar chill down Steve’s spine. It was like he was witnessing his childhood, holding his favorite book, with a broken heart as his mother belittled his childish ways. It was his first heartbreak, but he learned his first lesson of life, not to show weakness. He was lucky his father hadn’t been present because he would have been backhanded for his whining. Still, he pitied the boy and feared for him and his big mouth.
“Forget it then!” He growled, speeding off after throwing the book down at Kas’ feet. The king sighed, picking the book up, and placing it on the table beside the lounge door before turning his gaze back to Steve.
“Enjoy the rest of the day however you would like. I do have other business to attend to, as stated prior.” With that, he’d left the younger in the corridor, openly trusting him alone without a guard monitoring his every move. He hardly remembered the path they took, and he was sure Joyce was waiting for him. Without much other thought, he grabbed the book and did his best to retrace his steps.
His sign that he found the right path was the squeal of the children before he broke into the garden. They were chasing one another under the watch of the two teenagers. Joyce was nowhere in sight. He felt out of place amongst strangers that not ten minutes before he was chasing, his eyes drifting over the group to see if he had perhaps missed Joyce in the garden. With still no sight of her, he thought if maybe he should try to play another round of tag until she resurfaced, only for his eyes to scan over to a lonesome tree.
It was the curly-haired boy, now curled up with his chin on his arms, watching his friends play. It was that sight that made up his mind, walking to the younger, taking a seat beside the boy. Neither spoke, waiting for the other to address the new presence. Steve decided he’d have to start it, staring at the others running around in the flowers. “Why aren’t you playing?”
“Mike is a jerk. He said I am not allowed to join them since I originally chose literacy over activity. He is not letting me interrupt them.”
“That sucks. What about the others? What did they want?”
“They did not hear the conversation. To be honest, I am too mad to play safely. I do not expect you to understand. You are just a nobody.” Dustin growled, tucking his watering eyes into his forearm.
“Well, that’s rude. Don’t hold back. I’m just trying to be nice, but if you want to be a dick, I can just buzz off.”
“I do not require a nanny. If Mike wishes to be a horse’s ass, then I will go retrieve my book and read it by myself.” He made to stand, only to be stopped when Steve held the book up in his face.
“Figured if you wanted to read it with someone, I’m free. I could read it with you, but it may take a bit longer since I have dyslexia.”
‘What?”
“It’s a disorder from where I come from. The words move and it makes it hard to read.” A gasp left Dustin, the boy on his knees and grabbing the book.
“You have been cursed! We must have vast knowledge on breaking it.”
“Not a curse. It’s a disability. My brain just doesn’t work like yours, but I live with it. It’ll just take longer.”
“So an illness then?” The boy was confused, and Steve couldn’t help but smile at him.
“Nope, just a thing that some people have and there’s no real cure. However, I have done things to help me.”
“Do you have anyone to read to you?”
“Sorry, kid, but my parents were never that kind of parent. I had a nanny for a short period before my parents thought I could take care of myself. They just hated the fact that they would try to help, fire them when they wouldn’t stop babying me, their words not mine.”
“That’s cruel.” A silence fell over the two, only filled with the excited shouts from the other children. A breeze passed by, whipping Steve’s slightly longer locks across his face. He began to contemplate asking Joyce for a haircut when Dustin jumped up, making the older jump. “My mother taught me to read so I can read to you! What use is her teaching if I do not share? A read to the king when he gets too exhausted, but refuses to sleep until he reads the next chapter.”
“Your parents don’t mind you reading and following the king around?”
“My papa was a guard for his uncle, but not a good man. He tried trading his life for coin. I understand what it is like having a failure as a parent.”
“Shit kid. I’m guessing the king didn’t take kindly to that?” Steve pried, chancing a glance at Dustin with weighted eyes.
“On the contrary. My papa was killed in the betrayal and the king took mercy on my mother and I. She became a cook while I was offered classes with the others.”
“She seems like a lovely woman.” Shaking his head, Dustin snatched the older’s hand with a newfound excitement.
“Would you like to meet her!?”
“Oh. I don’t want to bother her.”
“She is not busy! Come!” With little to no fight, Steve was dragged through a path in the garden. As they went deeper, the laughter disappeared, replaced by tree leaves shaking. He had yet had the chance to wander around the castle grounds, so color him surprised when they found themselves in another opening filled with a fenced off smaller garden.
Dustin tore his way through the flora, dragging the older boy along with them until they came up to a stone among the flowers. It was clearly a statue of a woman, a plaque at her feet. It took Steve a moment to register what he was looking at. It was a grave marker. A new tension fell over the boys as the older looked down at the younger.
Dustin wore a sad smile as he knelt down, adjusting some flowers that had been placed there prior. “This is my mom. I come out to visit or read to her all the time.” He shifted, resting his back against the stone. Steve stared at the young boy, who was speaking to the grave about his day, trying to fight his tears that threatened to fall.
He sank down to join Dustin, letting the boy continue to ramble while he was trying to sort out the best line of questioning. When he’d finished giving a play-by-play of the day, a silence fell over the garden. Neither knew what to say next. It wasn’t until Steve cleared his throat that either boy looked at the other.
“W-What happened?” He was worried he was crossing a line, that he’d upset the boy, yet all he received was a huff.
“Illness. She contracted a disease and passed within a few months. Lady Joyce tried to heal her, unfortunately she was sick far too long. Kas took me under as a ward once she passed, giving me access to stay in the castle and the lessons provided. We have become like brothers.” A small smile played on Dustin’s face as he flipped the book open. “It stings that he has hardly had time to spend with me since taking over as king. Perhaps that is why he was so willing to have you nanny over us as an apology for having to abandon us.”
“That’s not true. He doesn’t trust me enough to let me have free rein. You’re on guard duty, whether you know it or not.” A smirk played across Steve’s lips as he nudged the younger playfully.
“Well then, we shall spend the time on how I see fit. I will read the tale of Knight Alderman.” A snort left the older boy, Steve, falling back in the grass to get comfortable. They were going to be there for a while.
Joyce opened the office door to the sight of Kas gazing out the wide window. He didn’t pull his eyes, only acknowledging her with a simple, “Please close the door.” It was a quiet moment before either spoke again.
“You summoned me?”
“Yes. I just talked to our guest, and he notified me that you offered him a place to sleep away from the castle.” Without a view of his face, Joyce tried to gauge his tone. It was tense, something she doesn’t normally hear from the young king.
“He is. I promised him a safe home life, one that was not blessed with. If you are wishing to use my generosity as a ruse to spy on him, I will not be doing so. Neither I, my children, nor my husband will take part in being the next to betray him. I owe him so much more for bringing my children’s torturer to justice, and I will do all in my power to protect him from those who wish him harm.” Kas held his hand up, silencing the women.
“I am not asking that of you, Joyce. He and I have had words and, much to the strangeness of his tale, I believe he is an unwilling participant. My uncle will not be happy when news reaches him about my unplanned betrothal, yet I worry more that his safety is now threatened.” Kas turned to face the woman, hair falling looser than it had been when she’d seen him a near hour ago.
“Brenner has tried, and others will as well. For his own protection, he shall never be alone outside the castle walls. Guards will be attached to him, much like any of you. To stave his boredom, he has been given the duty of curantis. He shall be known as such until he has deemed us worthy enough of his name and shall be watching over the children between classes. Until then, we shall research the magic cast on the bracelet. Do you have any objections?” Joyce didn’t miss the look in his eyes as he avoided hers, twirling a strand of hair in his fingers. It was a poor attempt to hide a blush that flushed his cheeks, and it downed on the woman.
A gentle smile came to her face as the tension fled from her. Without a word or hesitation, she closed the distance, cupping his cheeks in her hands, forcing him to look her in the eye. Many forgot that the king was just a child himself, barely older than her eldest, and that showed in his eyes.
“Oh Theodore. You have no need to fret because Hop will be with us as well as your choosing of guards. I will keep him under my eye and make sure he is protected. He is not such a bad person, just a scared child, much like you are. I know Wayne’s departure threw you into the role of Kas, but you are handling it the best of your ability. Regardless of how he finds out, he will not be disappointed or angry that your bracelet has found itself on a stranger. We judge actions first, consequences last. I will always be here to listen to any issues you need to share, ever since you first stepped into these castle walls.”
He smiled up at the woman, giving a reassuring squeeze to her hand before lowering their hands. “I appreciate the openness, Joyce, and I know my uncle will not hold it against me, but if we cannot remove the bracelet, then there are only two options. Neither is preferred and I am positive he would like to return home with all appendages.” He turned to face the window again, fingers returning to twirl his hair.
“If that is how you wish to approach this, then I will follow your lead. Now to find him.”
“That is no challenge.” Kas spoke, directing the woman’s gaze out the window. Joyce approached, looking out amongst the king’s private garden. There, laying hidden under the trees’ shadows, was her new ward. Curled up with him was Dustin, using the older boy’s stomach as a pillow, both sound asleep, bringing a doting smile to the healer’s lips.
“Dustin has seemed to bond quickly with him. That boy could befriend a rabid dog with simple curiosity.”
“That is part of his personality that charms people. He can worm his way into anyone’s heart.” The king smiled, just watching the two sleep.
“Oh dear, he is going to anger Nancy if he is late for another course.” There was no genuine worry in her voice as she dreaded having to wake them. “I hate to ruin such peace, but I do need to get Curantis home.”
“Very well. Take him out to the market for supplies. I will provide coin. He can watch the kids tomorrow.” With a nod, Joyce excused herself, heading out to the gardens to wake the boys.
He didn’t know what it was, whether it was finally having a bed or finally being able to relax knowing he could trust someone. He had ridden with the Byers to the castle, getting there early enough to have time to play with the children before class. El had been the one to win the game choice with another game of blindfold tag, Steve being the first to be blindfolded.
They spun him around several times before running away, nearly toppling down as chuckles spread out around him. It was relaxing to be out of their watchful eyes, and it was fun as he tried to navigate the small square of land without falling. The resounding chuckles turned to distancing shuffles and gave way to their escape into the forest. When the call came, Steve removed the blindfold to be met with the quiet of the garden clearing.
“Ready or not, here I come!” He hollered. Breaking through the tree line, he saw his first person. Dustin’s curly locks sprung out of the thick bush, giving Steve the chance to sneak up on the unsuspecting child. With a smirk, he scooped the boy up, earning a squawk and a bout of kicks. “Gotcha Dusty!”
He snickered as the boy squirmed, whining and kicking at the older man. “Put me down!”
Steve did as asked, but not without ruffling Dustin’s fluffy locks, being paid with swats from the said boy. Once free, he grabbed his book from the ground and dusting it off with a stubborn huff. He turned to walk back to the garden entrance, confusing Steve. “Where are you going?”
“You caught me, so I shall wait for the others.”
“Nope! You get caught, you join the seekers. Them the rules, kiddo. The younger boy sputtered, giving Steve a moment to walk further into the garden, Dustin giving chase.
Shrieks and groans filled the garden forest as the two found each kid one by one, recruiting them along the way to hunt for their friends and siblings. Nearly half an hour later, the group remaining was Mike, El, and Will, which the other children snarkily shared they stuck together.
It was Dustin that eventually found them, hidden under a stone staircase landing. Behind an overgrown bush was a hole in the stone building. A snarky “Ah-ha!” echoed from the young boy, attracting the attention of the others. The three kids were curled up in the small cavern, El being the first out, followed by her brother. Both wrapped their arms around him with congratulations.
Mike was the last out of the cavern, snapping at Dustin when he saw the victorious smirk on the young boy’s face. “You cheat! Only the seeker is to search! You are not allowed to join in!”
“Yes, I can! Curantis said I could!” Dustin harked back, both boys getting in each other’s faces. Steve stepped forward, pushing the boys back a few paces while trying to talk over their yelling.
“No, because you have magic and probably used to find us!”
“I did not! I found you fair and square!”
“Then how did you find our hiding spot? We found it only moments into his counting.” Dustin scoffed and glared, folding his arms with his book tucked against his chest protectively.
“I found that spot months ago. A benefit of spending time outside. You would benefit from that in your free time.”
“Well, not all of us have a reason to stay out talking to air!”
“Hey!” Steve snapped, yet was overshadowed by a growl coming from above them.
“Michael Angelo Wheeler! You quiet that mouth this instant!” Eyes shot up to the landing. A young woman around Steve’s age was glaring intensely at the group. He had seen her in passing with the kids, the king, or even the other young adults on the castle grounds.
“Shit.” Mike grumbled while she made her way down the staircase, eyes fixed on the young man. She butted her way between both boys, grabbing the lankier boy’s ear, eliciting a whine from him.
“Not only did I have to come find you lot for classes, I come upon you cutting into how Dustin spends his free time. Have you no shame?! Apologize this instant and head to Hopper for training! Lords know he is going to make you work straight into dinner for being late!
Mike huffed, smacking his ear free from the girl’s clutches, nearly getting torn into again when Steve decided to cut in.
“Hey, it’s not their fault. I wasn’t watching the time while we played. I’ll just explain that to Hopper.” A chill ran down his spine as her glare fell on him.
“Not entirely. Where he has forgotten his manners, you have shirked your responsibility. I have come to collect Erica and Dustin. Must I do your job as well, Curantis, or can you be trusted to take the others to their classes?”
“Nope, I can take them.”
“Nancy, stop being such a priss! You act like mother!” Mike growled, his ear once again becoming her victim.
“I will stop when you stop acting like an uncultured swine. Now get, or shall I take it up with Commander Hopper?” The young boy grumbled, but the argument died on his lips. He kicked stones on the way out of the garden, Steve shuffling the other kids after their friend. He made quick work, dropping El and Will with Joyce, and Lucas with the king’s guards woman, leaving only Max and Mike. Once they got to the training field, the idea of leaving the two ten-year-olds was less pleasing. There were grown men and women in armor, swinging swords or shooting arrows. They seemed unfazed, walking to the burly man barking orders, standing at attention awaiting him to address.
That left Steve’s morning until evening free and nothing to do, so he decided to explore the castle grounds. He wandered to the back garden, visiting Claudia’s grave. There was a fresh bouquet that hadn’t been there when he had left the night prior, perhaps from Dustin or one of the other castle occupants.
Regardless, it was nice that people remembered her even in death. He never lived near his extended family, and doesn’t even know his grandparents by memory, or even if they’re alive. Maybe his parents didn’t care enough or love him past his necessity, but possibly his grandparents could. He doesn’t know if he could handle more rejection, but he could live alone. He’s done fine so far.
Kneeling down, he cleaned the fallen leaves that cluttered the grave and repositioned the flowers on the cleared stone base. Maybe between shifts, he could help out around the castle, keep busy in the kitchen, help in the garden, or cleaning until the kids are out of class. It was peaceful out here - or was.
“Are you praying?” came from behind him, causing him to jump and flail to the ground. Standing above him stood Robin, arms crossed over her chest, a half smirk on her face. “Quite a dance.”
“Why are you skulking around? Don’t you have something to do?” He scoffed, pushing himself off the ground and dusting himself off.
“I could say the same thing. No children to lead around today?”
“Classes. I figured I’d use the time to learn the layout of the castle.”
“Alone? You would get lost quite fast.” With a roll of his eyes, Steve crossed his arms, mirroring the young woman.
“Well, if I’m going to live here, then I need to know the layout one way or another. Can’t spend all day in the gardens.”
Robin looked him up and down, silence falling between the two as she studied him. The smirk turned to a full grin before she whipped around, marching towards the castle. “I shall give you a tour, then. Come along!” Steve stuttered, following her while trying to think of a comeback.
Like in the market, Robin took the lead with rambling through each all, over sharing history. They came to a stop in a wing that seemed less lived in than the rest of the castle.
“And this is King Wayne’s personal hall, but Kas allows us to explore it whenever we like.”
“Isn’t that kind of invasive?” Steve scoffed, a little intrigued by the darkened hall.
“Anything considered private is behind a locked door. This hall has been my favorite over the years. It has been used as the main home of the royal family. It was always prepared in the event of an invasion. This hall has the most hidden passages throughout the castle. Come with me.” Robin pulled him along to a lounge filled with bookcases lined with books and plenty of sofas, like a nerd’s wet dream.
She dropped his arm in favor of flittering through the books, pulling several of them down until one slung back into place. Steve raised his brow at the book, only to jump back when the bookcase swung inward, revealing a darkened room.
Robin walked with a pep in her step, lighting the torches lining the wall with a flick of her wrist. Steve stepped into the room, taking in the hidden cavern. He should stop being surprised after being magically whisked away to another time, so hidden passages shouldn’t be that shocking. Still, it seemed elaborate for this time period.
“This was a room built to house the royal family in the event of an attack, much like most of the passages.” She seemed like a real museum guide with her excitement while the young man investigated the books.
“The museum didn’t mention any of this,” He mumbled to himself as he fiddled with the book.
“Wha- Wait! Do not touch-!” before she could finish her warning, the bookcase swung shut, knocking Steve back. It latched with a loud thud, sealing them in.
“Shit.”
“Nice job, Dingus.” She groaned, rubbing her temple.
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As promised, finally had time for this. Hopefully, I'll get it finished in the next 2 weeks.
As promised a snippet from the next chapter, it’s short but a little insightful. Enjoy
Regardless of his predicament, Steve understood and agreed with the king’s reasoning. With a sigh, he sat straight once more before locking eyes with the older man.
“Fine, but I have my own terms to these conditions.”
“As you should. Share them with me.”
“Firstly, I will not be staying here under constant monitoring. Mrs. Joyce has invited me to stay with her and I’m going to take her up on it. Secondly, I won’t just be sitting around here every day.”
“If you want a job, I can give you one. All you have to do is say is yes. The guard is always looking for help.”
“No. I don’t want to work like that. Maybe I can help Joyce.”
“She has several assistants. However, the children run amok after classes and they are full of unbalanced magic and the energy to disperse it. They do require a caretaker.” Kas offered, picking the wine back up to take
“So… babysitting?”
“Oh lords no!” The king gasped, horror expressed on his face. “They may cross lines and be pains in the ass, but please do not sit on them!”
“That’s not-!” Steve groaned, massaging his temple. “Nevermind. I’ll do it. They seemed like good kids, anyway.”
“Wonderful! Once you get settled into Joyce’s home, we will properly introduce you to all of them. From there, you can conclude the proper way to handle them with their unique personalities and abilities. However, I must ask.” A coy smile came to Kas’ lips as he leaned back into his chair. “As we are in this circumstance together, and as a modesty to one another, do I get to know the name of my betrothed?”
