"It would be. Hopefully, of course, it will never come to that." Corbin didn't think about it much, because it would mean the rest of the city had been taken. The people lost…
"Mm… well, if you'd be comfortable with it, there are a few guards who I trust to treat you well. They wouldn't be right by your side, of course, but they would have my permission to step in if someone tries to hurt you. Then, I could also accompany you when you do so, or perhaps even the doctor."
Dragomir smiled. “Whatever you feel is right is fine by me. I just want to explore when you’re busy…” Ne then thought of something. “Hey, Corbin? Does the palace have a library?” He might be able to read books again…. His eyes sparkled at the idea. Finally being able to enjoy himself in between his duty to the king….
"Then the guards will do well." Corbin set his fork down, nodding as he finished his meal.
"Yes, the palace has a quite the extensive library! I can show you it tomorrow, we'll have the time."
Dragomir brightened at that. “I’d love that! I miss reading books ever since the libraries were shut down! Not that I had much time with all the work I had to do anyways, but still….”
"I- wait, the libraries are shut down??" Corbin was confused by this. No relief funds, now the libraries are closed? Just what was the council doing with all the money?
Mir furrowed his brow. “Yes…? We were told they were shut down and the books sold to funnel more money into winning the war. I’m…. assuming that’s not the real case, is it…?”
"No. I was… Quite adamant against the council when they suggested it." Corbin blanched just some. The same way he'd been against the introduction of slavery again. Still, that needed Corbin's signature, unlike the other. Still… He was terrified they'd find a way.
Mir got up and came close to hug the king. “I’m sorry… Well, I’m here now… I can help you make sure this stuff doesn’t happen again…” He nuzzled Corbin’s neck, hoping to soothe the poor man…
Corbin nodded some, carefully resting his head in Mir's shoulder as he returned the hug.
"Thank you…" Corbin closed his eyes, holding Mir close. It felt nice, to have someone like this…
“Maybe we can have a commoner informant come in every week to give us updates on what’s going on outside the palace walls? Monitor if the court tries to do anything funny…?” He cuddled the large man, squeezing tight.
Corbin and pretty much pulled Mir onto his lap by now, holding him close. It really was comforting.
"Yes, that definitely sounds like a good idea. We'd probably have to do it in secret, though, so they can't be bribed."
Dragomir squeaked a bit at being pulled into Corbin’s lap before he nodded. “Of course. If you want, I have a few old friends I think would be suitable for the job. They’re loyal.” He snuggled close to the king, happy that he could soothe him.
"They would be good, then. Thank you, so much." Corbin kept his face buried in Mir's shoulder, glad for the comfort, and the distraction from what they were going to do was soon as when the conversation was over.
Mir nodded. “Of course. I’m here to help you. And I promise I’ll do everything I can to help you end this war…” He was also trying to ignore the impending night. At least he’d be able to escape to his bedroom briefly to change…
"That would be amazing, thank you so much." Corbin pulled his head away now, offering a small smile.
"I… Think we should get ready for the night."
(Then: quick stall as long as we can)
(Us: FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!)
Mir nodded, swallowing nervously. “Y-yeah… I’ll uh.. Be back after I change.” He slipped off of Corbin’s lap and scurried to his rooms, and when he shut the door behind him he ran for the wardrobe, hauling open the doors, anxious and nervous that all the pajamas were going to be… well… slutty.
(Lmao, TRUTH)
(Does this mean the PM is going to be created soon?)
(EVERYONE START ASKING TO BE PUT IN BECAUSE ONCE IT’S CREATED, MORE PEOPLE CANNOT BE ADDED)
Mir was… Not so lucky. Most everything was almost or completely see through, gravity defying, and an entire section was dedicated to more… Kinky things. The least, leastrevealing things were just a pair of tiny shorts.
Mir flushed furiously at all of this, practically choking with embarrassment as he set about trying to put something together that would the least humiliating… He’d have to talk to Corbin about getting more…. modest pajamas… But tonight, he’d have to suffer the embarrassment. When he finished, he looked in the mirror, seeing his red face as he examined his pale body covered in lace and even some leather stuff he had pulled out of the kinkier section just because it covered him a bit more. It was perfectly put together and coordinated, as he couldn’t stand something incredibly mismatched. He then peeked out of his bedroom door, looked to make sure nobody was around then bolted for Corbin’s room, frantically knocking to be let in, praying nobody came.
Corbin opened the door, not looking at Mir for a moment and he did.
"You re-" he cut himself off, face beet red. He quickly put an arm around Mir, pulling him inside and closing the door.
"I-I, I ah–" the king let go once Mir was inside, keeping his eyes on Mir's face.
Dragomir on the other hand, stared at the floor, hands folded, and face flushed like lava. “There w-wasn’t much to ch-choose from that wasn’t…. um, y’know… So… so I-I tried to improvise… Is it- is it ok?” He put his hands behind his back, to allow Corbin to see his whole body, figuring the king would have to anyways. He was thankful that Corbin had pulled him inside so quickly.
