(Alrighty!)
There was, between the bed Rio had claimed and another. There was enough space in the room for a total of five concubines- the king's favorites, if there were more than that. The wardrobe contained several sets of clothes, similar to the ones he wore now.
Rio groaned and changed into a pair of clothes that he thought were a bit more comfortable than the ones he had on before. After changing, he threw on his cloak and decided to go for a walk on the garden before sleeping.
Ryn slowly fell asleep, unable to keep his exhaustion a secret any longer. He dozed off, leaning to the side with his head hung low. His chest fell into a normal rhythmic pattern, and his face finally looked perfectly content.
(sorry for the delay! I was running a dnd night lol)
The garden large, but there wasn't anyone else present at the moment. Which was good, seeing as Rio's cloak made him look like an intruder. The moonlight lit everything gently, the flowers swaying a little with the breeze. It was very calming indeed.
Arien looked over, unable to help a gentle smile. He slipped off the bed, moving over to Ryn's side of the bed. He gently reached out, moving Ryn so he was laying down, tucking him into the blankets. Arien let out a soft hum, finally stepping away. Ryn looked content now, and it made Arien feel good to see that. He carefully walked away, standing over his war table.
(that's okay mate! It sounds like a lot of fun!)
(I’m gonna say Ryn’s asleep for a little while, so for now I’ll let you and Stark play it out before I jump in again, if that’s alright)
( that's okie, there might not be a lot of rping left until the next morning)
( Then yeah, I’ll most likely wait for the timeskip, if we have one, or if some other situation arises)
(small boop)
(Sorry, I got busy with life)
Rio took a deep breath, the scent of all the flowers was enchanting. He walked around a bit before finding a bench and settling into it, leaning into the tree it was supported by. He took off the cloak and threw it onto the bench before sitting up and doing a few stretches.
It had been a while since his last training session and he was in a new place where no one could disturb him. He started humming an old song while doing some easy stretches, pleased with the fact that he was still as flexible as when he left the guild.
(That's understandable! Life comes before roleplaying!)
(And do you want to have someone come across Rio, or could we do a timeskip now?)
(I'm fine with whatever you choose lol)
(hm, I think a time skip after this post would be best so everyone can get back to role playing)
Arien poured over his table, but his mind was too distracted now. Perhaps that had been the point of him being pressured into getting concubines- for him to be distracted from the war, and that he would have to rely on the advisors more. Thankfully, Ari we n knew Rio could help him with strategy, and Ryn… Well, Arien knew he could turn to Ryn whenever he needed to.
Arien stepped back from the table, making his way out to the balcony. He looked down at the gardens, spotting Rio. He smiled gently, staying out of sight to keep from disrupting Rio as he watched, long into the night.
( alright, then who should start off after the skip?)
(well since we're the only ones on right now, I could if you want me to, or we could just individually have our characters wake up)
( it’s really up to you, honestly)
(hnnnn making choices is hardddd XD)
Arien laid sleeping in his bed, forgoing a pillow for his arm. He didn't know what time last night he had finally dragged himself over to collapse on the soft mattress, but he knew he hadn't gotten enough sleep.
Arien slowly opened his eyes not moving yet. He knew he had to get up, he had responsibilities to take care of, but for now, he'd stay in bed. Besides, if he got up he might end up waking Ryn up. He wondered quietly to himself when Rio had returned to his own room, is at all last night. He just didn't know.
Ryn, contrary to Arien’s belief, was already awake, sitting up with a pillow clenched tightly to his chest. He sat, legs criss-crossed, arms wrapped around the pillow and hands fiddling with the soft fabric. Sure, it seemed childish, but it had been a long time since he had this comfort. He wanted to savor it.
The previous day was still fuzzy to him, like it had been a dream. In fact, he thought he was just going to wake up from his small nap in the market this morning, then begin trudging to the next city. Fortunately for him, it had all been truth.
Ryn kept uncannily quiet, trying his absolute best not to wake Arien.
(I'm.here but I'll have more time when I got out for a walk in a bit)
(Okay!)
Arien glanced up, smiling softly when he saw that Ryn was awake. He sat up himself, covering a yawn.
"Good morning," Arien said, smiling a little still. Ryn was absolutely adorable with the way he was sitting. Arien crossed his legs as well, most so Ryn saw.
"Did you sleep well? We could get more pillows if you didn't. Or if you just want some."
Ryn jumped slightly at the sudden voice, but his face quickly turned from confusion to a warm smile.
“Oh, no, I slept wonderfully. Thank you,” he replied, still tugging at the fabric. He couldn’t say his heart didn’t flutter at the sight of the man.
Ryn suddenly became more conscious of his own looks. The shirt was draped slightly off of one shoulder, and his hair was a total mess, the strands going wherever they pleased. His golden eyes reflected the minimal morning light, making his skin look slightly lighter.
He slyly readjusted his shirt and ran a hand through his hair, trying not to look like it was on purpose.
It was extremely late when Rio came back to the room, the sky was lit with dim light as the sun made it's way up. He had collapsed into his bed and was out cold until Dawn the falcon started screaming at him to wake up. He groaned and literally rolled out of bed, grumbling about stupid birds as he went into the washroom to freshen up. He emerged, having taken a bath, with a towel around his waist and his clothes in his hand. Rio shuffled through the closet looking for something that wasnt white and found the perfect outfit. He removed the cape and the fancy collar piece, opting instead for a loose white vest-like shirt he left unbuttoned. Rio folded the sleeves up and ran a hand through his hair, giving it a bit of a style before walking outside the room to get some breakfast.
Arien himself looked like an absolute mess. His hair was everywhere, and the bags under his eyes didn't help. He had changed into sleep clothes at some point, a plain white shirt and shorts pants, which meant at some point he had been in the room naked with Ryn, and he had a sleepy smile now. He rubbed his eyes a bit, also running his fingers through his hair.
"I'm glad you slept well! And breakfast should be coming in soon."
A guard managed to spot Rio as he made his way through the halls. It was the one he has attacked, this time with back up and weapons.
"Looking for breakfast?" He snarled. "You aren't supposed to be out of your room yet."
“Right,” Ryn nodded, trying to keep his eyes away from Arien as best he could. Instead, he kept them locked on the door, seemingly lost in thought.
“How do you think Rio is?” he asked suddenly, after a long moment of silence. “I didn’t see him last night. Did he leave?”
With that, he looked back over to Arien, unable to keep his heart from jumping as he awaited a reply.
"I don't recall being given instructions such as those. I am a guest of the king, not a prisoner, or did you not understand that last night?" He asked, his lip turning up into a smirk as he leaned against a nearby window. The smell of fresh baked bread made Rio's stomach whine a bit, it had been a long time since he had been able to eat fresh bread, his normal diet consisted of fruit and vegetables, and what ever cheap nuts and eggs he could purchase.
It was because of his appearance that many people refused to let him work with them, he would simply scare people off. He was only surviving by doing hold jobs such as getting wood from the forest, lifting heavy things, or building things for people. That had been his life after he had escaped his punishment at the guild, that had been his life before he was invited into the king's home and as much as he would deny it, a small part of Rio urged him to relax so they could stay long.
"I saw him out in the gardens last night," Arien said after a moment. He was still tired, running his eyes a little again. "He was still there when I went to sleep, I believe. He might be in his room, or out and about. Maybe looking for breakfast." Arien shifted a bit, turning fully to face Ryn. He gave a sweet smile again.
"Actually, you're neither. You're the king's sex toy, and that means unless he tells you otherwise, you're to stay by his side at all times. Just in case he needs you." The guard pointed to the bracelet on Rio's wrist.
"Besides, your breakfast is already on it's way to the king's rooms. I'd suggest heading back."
"Again you are wrong. The king did not tell me to come here to become his concubine, he brought me here so he could watch me at all times so I don't try to kill Ryn." He shrugged and stretched his arms. "I'll go inside when the food arrives, till then I'm going to stay out here." He said turning to face the window and try to figure out which way the kitchen was so he could visit it later.
"If that was true, then you wouldn't have that bracelet." The guard fumed a bit, but fell quiet. Eventually, from the right, came two servants, each carrying trays of food for the king and his concubines. They passed by Rio and the guards.
"That's your cue to leave," the guard said, snapping a bit.
Ryn kept his eyes locked on the foot of the bed in front of him, his hand clenching and unclenching the side of the pillowcase. He had stopped hugging it due to feeling extremely childish, and just let it rest in his lap before him.
“That’s good,” he said, his voice holding sort of an unusual tone. Relief mixed with a minuscule sense of dread. His eyes rested still at the bed, but his mind seemed elsewhere, going through possibilities already of what he could do to make a friend out of Rio, if that notion was possible.
Arien watched Ryn a moment, thinking. He shifted so he was sitting on the side of the bed closest to Ryn, that gentle smile still on his face. He stayed quiet, letting Ryn think. He saw how Ryn had let go of the pillow, but he had been quite cute while he had been doing it.
Arien looked up when there was a knock at the door.
"Ready for breakfast?" Arien and, looking at Ryn again.