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God, Koumei knows immediately the statement is a lie. Sin has never been a great liar, but he’s even worse when it comes to dealing with those closest to him. Pursing his lips together, he shakes his head. “Sin, you can’t just-” He sighs, softening his expression. “Look, I know you have class, and practice, and responsibilities- But please, just rest until your fever breaks...”

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“Tell me, High King...”

Kouen does not even bother to disguise that cocky smirk, deftly placing one black pawn beside the white.

“Do you never learn from your mistakes?”

“Check.” 

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Judar saunters forward, eyes lazily drifting across his king’s figure. He accepts the invitation immediately in his mind - it’s not a hard choice, honestly - though he does not voice it. Not yet. “My hair’s going to get messy,” he sneers, slipping out of his baggy pants. “You gonna fix it later?”

The answer, he knows, is probably not. But he doesn’t care.

As soon as he’s nude and submerged in the water, he finds himself seeking out Sinbad’s embrace. He hates that he’s so attention starved, but... That’s how life goes sometimes. “You’re mine right now, got it?”

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      -- “I’m adopting all the lizards in Sindria. You can’t stop me.”

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 ◤    The sun wrapped around him like a blanket in the cold of winter. The fresh air, carried the scents of the trees, the grass, the people, it smelled of Sindria. Masrur had always had a habit of napping in high places. He felt safe there, away from everyone. Even now as an adult, he was resting on a branch in a tree by the shore, it was one of his favorite spots. He was awake when he smelled the king approach. Since they were alone, a rare mischievous idea came to mind. As soon as the other was bellow the tree, he hooked his legs around the branch, allowing him to fall down, yet stay hung on the branch. His goal was to scare Sinbad a little, “Looking for me?” He asks with no grin on his face, those were rare, but a humorous tone in his voice.   ◢

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Often, Koumei had considered the possibility of a political tie beyond treaties, trade agreements, and alliances. As a skilled tactician and advisor, he knew better than anyone that royalty rarely married for the sake of love, and grew accustomed to the idea that he may very well enter such a relationship late in his life. He was, first and foremost, a prince of Kou; it was his duty to serve the nation in any way he possibly could, and given his poor health, marriage seemed like one of few jobs he could actually perform.

Yet…

This? Oh god…

Shock overcomes his muscles, and despite his usual ability to maintain stoicism, he bears a mask of confusion, concern, and to an extent, fear. In a way, it makes sense, he’d be an idiot not to see that. With the inevitability of war between Kou and Sindria should no one come to agreeable conclusions, forming a political bond through marital ties was an immediate fix- While it would not mend all issues upon initiation, it would sow the grounds for future diplomatic action.

He’d known, of course, that Sindria’s king himself would wish for a bride, but he hadn’t had any clue as to which Kou princess would be dragged back to the island country. Princess… Hah.

He’d been studying, several scrolls unrolled around him as he sat awkwardly on the floor. It was unprincely, sure, but much easier to reference multiple reading sources when the desk was not an issue. His father had been the one to share the news, passing him and odd look as he spoke. “You’ll be going to Sindria,” he’d explained, and Koumei had nodded intently. Of course, the princess, whichever was chosen would need an escort and a diplomatic support.

He had replied, “of course, when will I return,” and his father had merely shaken his head solemnly and explained that he would not. He was to be the bride.

Now, he sits uncomfortably, a few feet away from his future husband. Thinking on it, Koumei knows there could be no one else. He is one of the few fully legitimate Kou royalty, a dungeon capturer, and the bonus on the cake, an incredible tactician. His mind alone would be enough to pique the interest of any foreign ruler but…

Fuck.

Avoiding eye contact, Koumei mutters, “King Sinbad… I- Er-” He bites his lip, unsure as to how to proceed. For once in his life, his brain can’t keep up with his surroundings, and he’s still reeling from the news. He fidgets, he twitches, and his eyes wander, but he cannot think. “So-” And with a final pause, his thoughts inevitably click, and he makes eye contact, blurting out, “why me? Why… Why not one of my sisters? I…”

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Immediately after receiving the text, Koumei stumbles up from where he’d been lounging on his bed and over to the window. Sure enough, Sin is standing below his window, grinning like an idiot. Sighing, Koumei shakes his head. “Sometimes you can be so stubborn...” he mutters, though he can’t avoid the small smile that graces his lips. “Please tell me you’re not about to scale the building and climb in through my window. You’ll break something.”

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Diplomatic and political interactions are always... Stressful. He’s confident enough in his social skills to know he won’t be accidentally causing a war anytime soon, but that's about all. Even meeting with those familiar to him is an ordeal; it’s simply not his forte. 

It is, however, a necessary part of being an imperial prince, and therefore something he must suffer through.

Sinbad, like most other foreign powers, continues to defy his expectations. Thinking back, Koumei isn’t entirely sure what he’d been expecting or hoping for- regardless, whatever his prior thoughts, he is ill-prepared for actually dealing with Sindria’s king. Awkwardly, he steps towards the older man, head cocked slightly to the side. “Are you quite so flirty with everyone you meet, or are Kou citizens special?”