He grumbled again, and sat up on his elbow. "Leave me be." he shouted, still glaring at the door. "I am quite busy."
"Sir, you have a dinner meeting in fifteen minutes." the advisor complained.
"I'm afraid I'm far too busy." Kaz said, reaching to brace his hand against the wall and the other on the bed, banging the headboard against the wall a few times. "Unless you would like me to arrive in nothing at all and an absolutely massive problem."
There was some embarrassed sputtering from the other side of the door, and then the advisor's footsteps made a hasty retreat from the door. Kaz lay back down, gathering Will back into his arms.
"That was unnecessary," Will groans, gesturing vaguely to the headboard with a light flush on his face. "But he's gone." Sighing, he curls his legs up and tucks himself right into Kazimir. "You're going to have to attend to your duties eventually, there's an entire to kingdom to run."
Kaz hummed in amusement, laying back down and snuggling into Will. "I thought it was completely necessary." he replied, smirking a little bit as he gathered Will into his arms. "And I will attend to my duties. I have been." he kissed the side of Will's head, then shifted faintly. "Though, I would like to change into something more comfortable, right now."
"Nobody's stopping you from changing," Will says but doesn't move. He wonders exactly how late it is. The advisor, no doubt the one from earlier that day, said there was a dinner time meeting, so that would mean it has to be early to mid evening, right? Just how long had he slept? "I'm sure your advisor is more than unhappy with me." He can't help the small smile that begins to tug lazily at his lips.
He smirked faintly as he got up from the bed, moving over to his closet. "Mm, I'm sure he is." he replied, going into the closet and starting to change. "But there is nothing he can do to change it." it didn't take him too long to change, and he soon returned to the bed dressed in soft, silk pajamas, black as night. He snuggled up with Will again, wrapping his arms around his lover and pressing a kiss to his forehead.
Will's eyes trail the Snake as he goes towards the closet to change, noting that he himself is a little uncomfortable in the day's clothes. He hums with the kiss, leaning only further into the Snake. "Kazimir," he says softly. "I hate to say it but I haven't eaten practically anything all day." He sits up. "If we don't feel like going out to face your insufferable advisors, could we have a servant bring something up to us?"
Kaz hummed faintly. "We could, yes." he replied. He didn't move for a long moment, though, before he sighed, sat up, and moved over to the door. He opened it up and spoke to one of the guards outside, who sent for a servant. "What would you like to eat, darling?" he turned to Will, raiisng his eyebrows.
"Nothing that will kill me," Will answers truthfully. "Whatever you like the most." He gets to his feet, stretching and listening to the cracking of his vertebrae. He frowns, still feeling the slight pull of his healing lacerations. Without another word, he raids the Snake's wardrobe for fitting pajamas–or at least the most fitting pajamas.
Kaz nodded a little, and when the servant arrived, told them what food to bring for the two of them. Then he closed the door and returned to the bed, sitting down on the edge of it with a low, soft sigh, closing his eyes for a moment.
Will finishes pulling the shirt over his head with a sigh. Now dressed in eggshell white pajamas more comfortable than anything he had ever worn, Will pads over to the bed and flops face-first into the mattress next to Kazimir.
Kaz opened his eyes, looking over at Will. A soft, fond smile flickered over his face, and he reached over to gently brush his hand along Will's spine. "How are those injuries feeling?" he asked in a soft voice, remembering that Will had been hurt by the journey here.
"Alright." Will mumbles into the blankets. Tired of huffing fabric fibers, he props his chin up. "They hurt more on the first night." He spares Kazimir a brief glance. "It's not the worst you've handled me, but I do enjoy my flesh intact and not caked in mud and blood."
Kaz hummed faintly, bending to press a kiss to the top of Will's head. "Mm, well. My apologies, darling. You would not have been handled so roughly if I had known it was you." he replied, reaching to gently card his fingers through the young man's hair.
The feeling of Kazimir's fingers in his hair is a welcome one, and Will finds himself leaning into the touch with a small hum. "I'm sure you would have." The moment, no matter how tender, had to be interrupted eventually–and that comes with a small knock a the door with a servant softly announcing they have the dinner for the King.
Kaz got up from the bed, moving over to the door and opening it. He took the platter from the servant, thanked them, and closed the door, then came back to the bed. "Get up, darling. Dinner is here." he said to Will, carefully settling the platter on the bed. He opened up the various containers, carefully setting the lids to the side as steam wafted up from many of the different foods.
As instructed, Will sits up and positions himself cross-legges on the bed. He reties his hair on the back of his head with the green ribbon and takes in the dishes in front of him. He notes there are no plates and only a single utensil for each dish. "And nothing here will cause me to implode?" He specifies.
Kaz took a moment to review everything, and then he shook his head. "It is all safe for you." he responded. "You won't explode." his mouth quirked to the side faintly, and he picked up a utensil and took a bite of one of the foods, a hot, steaming dish that smelled of spices.
"I dont want to explode," Will reiterates one more time for good measure before reaching for the nearest spoon dunked in what looks like a warm bowl of stew. Except, whatever the more refined version of stew is. He blows away the steam before taking a bite, humming at the rich and savory flavor. "What's this?" He asks, already reaching for another spoonful.
Kaz's gaze flicked to the bowl, smiling a little. "I don't know." he replied. "It's delicious, I'm sure, whatever it is." he ran a hand through his hair, and then went back to eating his own food. There was more food on the platter than the two of them would likely be able to eat, but that was quite alright.
Will hums and nods, taking another small bite before carefully laying the spoon atop of the bowl. Everything is familiar, something he's either read, heard of, or some variant of one of his mother's dishes. His father never cooked. Hugo Silvius was a man not allowed in the kitchen. Victoria Silvius was always the woman to shoo him away from the stove. "This is a lot," he notes, grabbing a small piece of bread from a warm basket.
"It is. We have plenty." he replied. "And whatever we do not eat, we can give back to the servant to take back to the kitchen." he continued eating from the various dishes, calm and quiet as he did so. He was seated cross-legged, the silk pajamas draping along his body.
"I hate to waste–" His mouth is full of bread, making it truly quite difficult to speak. Once he chews and swallows, he tries again. "I hate to waste." Growing up poor and with his mother's limited cooking quickly forced Will to learn the waste all the hard work goes to by throwing away leftovers.
"It won't be." Kaz replied, still calmly eating. "Just eat until you're full, Will. Don't worry about anything else." He paused for a moment. "Shall I send for some wine?" He would have to be careful about what wine, of course. Some faery wines were not safe for Will to drink from.
William doesn't expect the sudden shortening of his name. It takes a brief moment to recover from the unexpected nickname, but when he does, he shrugs and takes another bite of the bread. Already feeling his hunger ebbing away, Will calculates exactly how much more he can eat before he gets sick. "If you would like," he answers Kazimir's question. Will has to wonder if he's actually had wine in this life. It's not like his parents could afford the bottle, and his father always detested the smell.
Kaz hummed, getting up and moving to the door, where he spoke to someone, then came back. "Someone will bring us a bottle of the wine." he said softly, settling back down on the bed again and taking another bite of food. He was assuming that Will had had wine before; it seemed a reasonable assumption to him, at the very least. Even if it might be incorrect.
