Dragomir nodded vigorously, glancing at the wardrobe and wondering exactly what kind of depraved nighties were in there. He took a deep breath. This was the life he led now. He agreed to become a concubine and now he had to act and be treated as one. He could do this…
Corbin held Dragomir close a moment more, looking at the window again.
"We… l-let's get to the treasury, and dinner," Corbin said softly. He stood, Mir in his arms.
Mir nodded, squeaking when he was still picked up. Well, he liked being carried and all, but he didn’t want to tire out Corbin… Of course he probably weighed as much as a puppy to the bigger man… He hide his bright pink eyes in Corbin’s chest in embarrassment.
(My brain, nodding wisely as it looks at Corbin: Stronk man hot, stronk man nice, stronk man chivalrous, stronk man lovely)
(Lmao, relatable. Goblin brain.)
(Thembo wants a himbo boyfriend lol)
(This thembo got a himbo boyfriend. Lmao)
(And he’s insane.)
"Would you like me to set you down?" Corbin asked, seeing the embarrassment from Mir's reactions.
"I can if you want me to."
Dragomir shook his head shyly. “N-no, I’m just worried I’m too heavy for you and I’ll tire you out from carrying me around all day…”
Corbin calmed down some at that, holding back a chuckle.
"I can handle carrying you," The king assured. "I…" Could Corbin admit he liked it? Not yet, that's for sure.
"It's easy, really, I promise."
Mir nodded, smiling a bit. “Ok…” He cuddled into the king and let himself be carried to the treasury, wondering what his bracelet would look like.
Corbin led Mir back to the inner parts of the palace now, bringing their journey downward as the floors began to slope. They came to a large, well-reinforced metal door, locked at least four times, and turned to the right, to the nondescript wooden door next to it.
Mir watched as they walked, still attempting to memorize the layout of the palace. He got confused when Corbin ignored the massive safe door…
Corbin opened the wooden door, revealing… this was the treasury. The other room was just a diversion, it seemed. Corbin set Mir down for a moment, opening a locked chest to reveal the jewelry inside. He moved some things around, finally coming up with a bracelet. It was simply, a leather band with gold and jade beads woven into the lace holding the larger bands together.
Dragomir’s eyes widened. “Oh it’s so pretty!!” He came closer and presented his left wrist to Corbin. It almost felt like he was being marked or chained, but… not in a bad way strangely enough?
"It goes nicely with your eyes," Corbin said softly. He lifted the bracelet up, undoing the ties some so he could slip it onto Dragomir's wrist. The king smiled softly, securing it in place.
"How does this feel?" Corbin asked, looking up at Mir from where he was kneeling.
Mir smiled as he admired his new pretty thing. “It’s comfy! Thank you!” It was almost more of a cuff or wristlet than a bracelet. He bent to hug Corbin happily. “It’s so beautiful, thank you very much Corbin!”
(If it's on the ankle I believe it's called an Anklet..)
(Yes, it is called that, but it was on his left wrist.)
Corbin hugged Mir, grinning.
"You're welcome Mir! I'm so glad you like it." Corbin held Mir close, standing up. He really was a large man, the king.
"Shall we get you any more jewelry, or move on to dinner."
(facepalm I kept reading ankle instead of wrist for some reason…)
Mir quickly shook his head at more jewelry. “We don’t need more jewelry do we? Unless there’s a benefit to me wearing anything more?” He wasn’t sure what exactly the implications of the jewelry were, so he wasn’t sure if he needed any more.
"They don't have any meaning like these do, but… the more jewelry you have, the more favor you'll be seen as having with me." Corbin blushed some at the thought. The jewelry really was like a gift, then, even if Mir wouldn't be able to take the items with him when he was able to retire.
Dragomir thought for a moment. “Well, it would be weird for you to just give me a ton of jewelry on the first couple days, so maybe we can just pick some stuff out and you can gradually give me some. Like after…. after tonight… You can give me another thing for me to wear. And after that, we gradually give me more. Not too much, but…”