“y yes…”
“S shall I take him to my room t to keep an eye on him?”
"Your room? Why would you keep him there....?"
“h he’s c comfortable with me…h he came with me willingly father”
"Willingly!? Why the hell would the prince of our enemy's kingdom come willingly-he must have ulterior motives-he needs to be contained-"
“W well…I did h have to restrain him a and knock him out…”
Another lie
“P please father…I will c contain him…I I can take h him”
Isaiah had a pleading look
"...Fine-I shall trust you-but if he gets at all out of hand-he will be sent to the dungeons..."
“o okay father…”
He picked the sleeping prince up and carefully layed him on his bed, laying next to him and stroking his soft hair
"M-Mn..."
He smiled in his sleep, he was so damn cute and pretty...
“sigh I wish you were W welcome…’
"Mmm..."
His ears twitched in his sleep
excuse me sir-
sir-
what happened to your eyes sir-
sir do you need assistance sir?
