Corbin felt his mood slipping into something much more melancholy, his head still resting on Mir's as he sang. The halfling was quite good, but… It was just bringing the king down so much to be listening to this. Not only that, but Corbin couldn't help but cling to every word.
Mir noticed the mood dropping and swiftly changed into a different song.
“ There will come a soldier
Who carries a mighty sword
He will tear your city down, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord
He will tear your city down, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord
There will come a poet
Whose weapon is His word
He will slay you with His tongue, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord
He will slay you with His tongue, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord
There will come a ruler
Whose brow is laid in thorn
Smeared with oil like David's boy, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord
Smeared with oil like David's boy,…”
This one was a joyful song and when he finally drifted off, the mood was back to before. Then he apologized. “I’m sorry, I haven’t sung in so long I forgot that my magic likes to leak when I do it…”
Corbin couldn't help but smile at the song change. Mir handled this all so well…
"Ah, it's alright," Corbin said, smiling some. "You have a wonderful voice, I was enjoying all of it. Even if my mood was being affected." The king chuckled, hugging Mir.
Mir smiled. “Still, I’ll try not to do that again.” He hugged back, cuddling into the king happily. He leaned up, silently begging Corbin for a kiss, wanting more affection.
Corbin leaned down to kiss Mir with a smile, pulling him close. He would never turn down a kiss when Mir asked for one.
"Done eating?" Corbin asked when they finally pulled away.
Mir nodded. “I should probably go back to my room to dress but uh…” he blushed and his gaze dropped in embarrassment before he whispered, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to walk…”
Corbin leaned in close to heard what Mir whispered, blushing some himself.
"Well," the king said, looking to Mir with a smile, "If you can wait a bit, I could get dressed and then carry you over." Corbin chuckled some, kissing Mir's head again.
Mir nodded shyly, hiding his face in the folds of Corbin’s robes. He loved how Corbin was just fully taking care of him now. He felt like he didn’t deserve it, but was enjoying it too much to complain.
Corbin couldn't help but smile at Mir's shyness. He hugged the halfling again, standing with Mir in his arms. He sat Mir on the bed, pulling away so he could get dressed. The king blushed, but didn't hesitate as he stripped, pulling his deep red uniform on.
Dragomir subtly watched, feeling appreciative of Corbin large lithe body, flushing as he remembered that body on top of him, ravaging his own body until they were where they are now, with Mir practically unable to move, his legs still half numb and his ass yelled at him if he moved.
Corbin glanced at the halfing sat on his bed, smirking some. He made his way over when he was dressed, adjusting his sleeves as he scooped Mir up.
"Let's go get you dressed," The king said, blushing some himself as he purred the words.
Mir squeaked and buried his face into the red cloth as Corbin picked him up and purred seductively in his ear. He nodded with shy embarrassment, fully ready to put some clothes on right now.
Corbin held the halfing close, glad Mir couldn't see his blush. He started off out of the bedroom to Mir's. The king could hear the hushed whispers of servants as he swept through the hall with Mir held securely in his arms, the half-fae pretty much swaddled in one of his own personal robes.
Dragomir burned with embarrassment when he heard the whispers but reminded himself that this had been exactly what they wanted even if it would be extremely difficult for him to show his face again without redness all over it. He pulled the oversized robe tighter around himself, remembering that he still had absolutely no clothes on besides it…
Corbin had to do his best not to blush, holding his lover in both his arms bridal style. He came to Mir's room, opening the door and slipping inside. He closed it behind them, setting Mir on the bed as he grabbed the halfing's clothes.
Dragomir curled up on the bed in a fetal position. “Well, I guess our goal was achieved… No one will doubt I’m your concubine now…”He rubbed at his flaming red cheeks, looking at Corbin with embarrassment.
Corbin had the clothes folded in one hand, moving over to sit down with Mir. He rested his hand on the man's head, sighing softly.
"I must agree…" Corbin leaned down to gently kiss Mir's head.
"Is it worth it?" he asked gently.
Mir wrapped his arms around Corbin’s waist and asked, “Is what worth what?” He pressed tightly against the king. He closed his eyes in bliss at the kiss, wishing he could beg for more.
"Is going through all of this with the rumors that are most definitely going to spread worth being here, and helping me with the war?" Corbin sighed some, running his fingers through Mir's hair and kissing the half fae's head again.
Mir smiled brightly at that. “Of course. I wouldn’t change it if I could. I love being here and helping you. I love you and I’m so glad you came to find me, even if it was originally to just help end this stupid war…” He leaned up and kissed Corbin again, clearly incredibly happy and content.
"I'm so glad I came to find you too," Coffin murmured softly into Mir's lips, kissing back.
"Meeting you was the best decision in my life." Corbin pulled Mir close, kissing him once more, letting them fall all over Mir's face gently.
Mir sighed in satisfaction and murmured back, “And accepting your offer was my best decision… If I turned you down I would have been a fool…” He reached and ran his fingers through Corbin’s incredibly long and silky hair, his own hair now shiny and extra fluffy from the wash last night.
Corbin smiled, nuzzling against Mir with his nose.
"Mm…" The king leaned into the halfing playing with his hair, his own going up to do the same for Mir.
"Come, let's get you dressed." Corbin was still smiling from their conversation. He grabbed Mir's shirt, slipping the robes down to his waist again as he helped Mir into his sleeve.
Mir complied, helping Corbin as best he could, enjoying the feeling of being treated like a favored pet, being stripped and dressed by Corbin’s large, strong hands, not needing to move for the moment.
The dynamic Mir and Corbin would leave very well into their public image because it wasn't much different. Mir was basically seen as Corbin's pet, or even toy, to everyone else by now, especially after the night before.
Corbin kissed Mir's head again once the shirt was on, undoing the belt holding the robe together to let it fall away completely. He grabbed Mir's pants, slipping them on slowly.