@Elder-God-Whisper work
Dragomir nodded and took the pill, waiting obediently for the water to wash it down. His stomach grumbled again, complaining. Mir flushed and his head drooped from embarrassment.
Dragomir nodded and took the pill, waiting obediently for the water to wash it down. His stomach grumbled again, complaining. Mir flushed and his head drooped from embarrassment.
Corbin sighed softly, chuckling just a bit when his own stomach growled.
"A-ah…" He blushed some, glancing at Dragomir. The doctor came back over, holding a glass of water and a loaf of bread. She handed the water over, breaking the bread in half and offering some to both of them.
"I'm not taking no for an answer," she said before anyone could object. "Especially you- you need something in your stomach to handle the medicine."
Mir nodded and eagerly wolfed down the bread, looking absolutely delighted at a simple piece of food. “Oh it’s so good!! It’s not tough and dry like I normally eat!” His eyes sparkled as he scarfed it down, trying not to eat too fast.
Corbin was able to eat much slower, smiling softly at Dragomir's delight.
"Well, that's good then! The palace has a lot of good food, I'm sure Corbin will still take you to get more. Right?" The doctor turned to Corbin, playfully elbowing his chest.
"Mph- of course!" The king said with soft laughter as he swallowed his bite of food.
Dragomir finally finished the food, looking a bit more satisfied now and then took the painkiller with the water, draining the glass. He looked extremely happy that he could have gotten so lucky to get this position… He made a tired noise and closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again and sitting up straight, not wanting to accidentally fall asleep before night time fell.
Corbin finished his own food, smiling still. Dragomir looked so much better than he had before, it did Corbin's heart good to know he could help so much.
The doctor turned back to Mir's arm soon enough, once she had waited for the medicine to kick in. Corbin held Dragomir's hand, offering an assuring smile. The day was going much better, that was for sure.
Mir smiled back at Corbin, swinging his legs idly as he let the doctor turn back to cleaning his wound, leaning against Corbin a bit. “So, breakfast after this, and then what? Do you have something you need to do, Corbin?” He felt totally comfortable calling the king by his given name, kind of forgetting the other’s position of power. If Corbin needed to leave him to do something, he’d probably just stay in his rooms and clean.
"Well, after this we need to visit the vaults to get you your jewelry, but after that I do have a meeting I need to attend. You can come if you want, of course. Just some general matters to attend to, though." So not a war council meeting, then. Corbin hummed some as Mir leaned on him, smiling some. It really was easy for him to smile around the halfling, it was quite nice.
Mir nodded. “I’d like to come to the meeting, just so I can know how I’m supposed to behave during meetings. Will I stand next to your chair or what do you want me to do?” He wondered if he should act lovey-dovey whenever possible…
"Understandable." Corbin chuckled softly. "And you would be left standing for quite some time. I think it'd be best if you sit with me. If you're not comfortable with that, of course, we can always arrange for a chair or cushion for you." The king hummed some as the doctor finished up her work with Mir's arm, patting his shoulder.
"All done. Now, you two better go get some food, doctor's orders."
Mir nodded and thanked the doctor, hopping off the table. “What do you mean, sit with you? Do you mean on your lap??” He didn’t look uncomfortable with that idea, at all. In fact he thought he might enjoy it, and it would help him keep up their concubine and master facade.
"Yes, that is one option." Corbin led Dragomir out of the doctor's rooms, back towards their rooms. Breakfast should be waiting for them there. It always was, even when Corbin forgot about it. He just had such a strange sleep schedule some days, the cooks never knew just when to send it up until they'd heard Corbin was up and about. The king kept his hand in Dragomir's, humming some.
Mir stayed glued to the king’s side, and asked, “Would be fine with me sitting in your lap?” He then asked, “Should I act lovey towards you when appropriate during the meeting or should I just stay still and quiet?”
"That would be perfectly fine," Corbin confirmed. "And being more affectionate when you deem it to be so would be appropriate, yes." Corbin offered just a small smile, his second hand on Mir's arm.
(Which was appropriate? Sit still stay quiet or lovey dovey??)
(Aaaaaaa sorry, I'm dealing with a lot rn with stuff that's going on, I'll fix it <3)
(Okie dokie, take your time!)
(Fixed~!)
Mir nodded, smiling a bit. “Ok, then that’s what we’ll do. And to reinstate, there is no physical affection you have a boundary for? You still are fine with kisses, cuddling, playing with your hair perhaps….?
(Thank you~)
"No boundaries at all. I trust you to have good judgment of the meeting as to what would be appropriate at the moment." Corbin hummed some, bringing Mir back to the rooms. As he had thought, breakfast was laid out in his own room. It was… well, fit for a king.
Mir stared in amazement not only at the food but at Corbin’s room. It was… he didn’t know how to describe it. But then then smell of the food hit him and then that was all he could think about. He had been hungry for so long, only getting enough to eat to keep going to earn his next crumb. His mouth watered and he whined pitifully as his stomach screamed at him to eat.
Corbin's room must have been enchanted, because sunlight bathed the entire area. It had translucent fabrics floating down from the ceiling, as if the entire room was in another dimension. Corbin smiled softly when he saw the food, turning to Mir.
"Here, have whatever you want," the king said softly as he gave Mir free reign.
“W-whatever I want? R-really?” He was cautious, having never been given access to that sort of thing before, and was a bit afraid he’d do the wrong thing by taking too much. He cowered a bit, his nervousness washing back, his feminine eyes big as he stared at the food, swallowing hard.
"Yes, really. Don't worry, Dragomir, if we need to get more we can do so easily." Corbin took Mir's hand, leading him over to the table.
"Have everything you want."
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