“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
“n now…I shall wait for you to wake…and shower you with love…”
He snuggled into him, burrowing his face into his chest
"Mmn..."
He smiled, tangling his fingers in Isaiah's hair
excuse me sir-
sir-
what happened to your eyes sir-
sir do you need assistance sir?
