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Aideen and Caoimhe watched with matching looks of glee and intrigue when Eurion practically made a beeline for Sláine. The prince stood no chance of getting away or diverting Eurion's attention, not with how intensely focused the man was. He made a strangled noise when his horn was grabbed and he was practically dragged off the couch and along with Eurion into the remaining bedroom, once again not expecting it and getting mixed feelings at the touch. His very being soared at the touch of his mate, being held by him, no matter the kind. But it also wasn't a very forgiving touch, as Eurion made sure he couldn't escape his grasp and instead quickly trail behind to avoid discomfort.
Sit Eurion's single order was obeyed near instantly, with the prince finding the edge of the bed the moment he was released. Sláine didn't know what to expect or how to feel. This… this was undoubtably an ambush, and Eurion wasn't playing nice with his pointed looks and commands. So many possibilities as to what was going on cycled through Sláine's mind as he tried to figure out what was going on and why he was being literally dragged into a room alone with Eurion, when the other had robes and other items in his hand. He could clothe himself just fine. What was happening?
So many questions, so little answers. Sláine sat silently with his hands clasped and in his lap, head bowed but eyes not leaving Eurion. He didn't know what to ask, or even how to. The surprise of the ambush had loosened his suffocating hold on the bond, and his swirling emotions had become too much for his mind to contain on its own, so the dam burst and poured out the excess to Eurion. Confusion was the biggest one, with that nasty fear keeping its teeth in his neck. But there was his constantly present adoration of his assassin, the thrill of being touched once more even if for a moment, the subtle rove over Eurion's figure because they were alone and he hadn't let himself look for too long. Sláine's mate was standing right in front of him, determination clear as day and voice holding no room for argument in just a single word, and the prince was struck silent. Waiting for whatever came next.