Mir obediently opened his mouth, eyes glazed with pain as he whimpered. He dry swallowed it, used to downing medicine without liquids due to having to do so on the field as he scouted. Pain flamed in his arm and tears started to slip down his cheeks.
Even though Dragomir had already swallowed the medicine, Ameil still had Corbin bring the water over. The doctor turned her attention fully to Dragomir's arm as they waited for the strong medicine to kick in, doing what she needed to the clean the wound up properly and begin her work on it.
(Sorry it's not very descriptive, I'm not in a position rn where I can look things up. Parents :( )
(It’s fine, I understand!)
Mir relaxed when the medication finally kicked in, slumping with relief before gulping down the offered water, not feeling anything as the doctor worked on his mildly infected wound, feeling numb all over. His eyes were even drooping a bit from the fact that pain was no longer keeping him awake. He was exhausted. He had worked for so long at the tavern today with very little to eat and then the long walk left him lightheaded.
Corbin lightly placed his hand on the top of Dragomir's head, his other hand still holding the halfling's. Ameil worked quietly for some time, finally pulling away.
"That should do, for now. I'll be coming up to deal with this at least twice a day. It doesn't look too good at all, but it'll heal eventually." Corbin nodded some.
"Thank you," he said softly, already moving to pick Dragomir up again.
Mir cuddled up against the king with a soft sigh, eyes closing for moment, but not falling asleep yet. He listened to the doctor’s words before murmuring, “Thank you so so much…” he felt and looked so relieved to not be in pain any longer.
Corbin's touch was gentle, arms underneath Dragomir and cradling him close.
"You're welcome, Dragomir," Ameil said softly. "And let me know if the king here gives you any trouble, kay?" The doctor laughed softly, shooing the two out now.
"Go get some rest, you obviously need it. Doctor's orders, got it?"
Mir looked confused when she said trouble. Surely he couldn’t complain about the king…? He clutched at Corbin’s cloak as they were shooed out. He looked up at Corbin. “What now?”
"Well," Corbin said softly, his public air coming back as soon as he saw the guards.
"Now we get you up to your rooms. We can worry about your clothes tomorrow, I'm sure we can find something for you to wear until we get you something fitted." Corbin started off down the halls, Dragomir tucked away securely in his arms.
Dragomir nodded, curling into his arms nervously at the sight of the guards, worried about what might happen when the king wasn’t there to ensure his safety anymore… Especially if no body really knew who he was… He was a brand new face in the court, and a concubine mutt at that…
Corbin held Dragomir close to his chest, letting his cloak fall down to shield the man as well. He carried the man through the halls, eventually stopping in front of a simple wooden door. Just down the way, a bit more… intricate setup, most likely Corbin's room, could be seen.
"Here, this is your room," Corbin said softly. He opened the door, revealing what could only be described as looking like a mini brothel, heavy and light fabrics alike draped everywhere in the royal colors. Corbin flushed some, a bit embarrassed.
"We'll be able to do redecorating in the morning," he promised softly.
((Yayyyyy y’all made another one :D))
(Yep! Enjoying the new storyline so far?)
Mir looked around, nonplussed. “Why? I don’t see much wrong with it. It suits my given station.” He didn’t look agitated at it all. Honestly, it was about what he had been expecting, just a bit more… lavish. Though he did wonder why or in had this room. From what he heard, the commanders used to make fun of the king behind backs because of his chaste nature.
(I cannot make my brain understand what you mean by looking like “a mini brothel” at ALL. My brain’s just- pfftht-)
(Oh, just a brothel, but small)
"Ah… alright then," Corbin said softly. He carried Dragomir further inside the room, laying the man down on the ornate bed.
"Well, then we can set up the room how you want, then." The king offered Dragomir a small smile, helping him for a moment. The room had been left from his… father's reign. Corbin hadn't really wanted to touch it, not at all.
((Yes it’s very nice I love it :D))
Mir nodded. “I’ll change it up after a while, but I’d like to do it myself, so it’ll take awhile…” Mir tried to shift and bury himself under the musty covers but the medication that left him numb left him clumsy as well, leaving him agitated as he couldn’t control his limbs as well as he was used to.
Corbin noticed Dragomir's struggle, moving to help him under the covers.
"Alright, then. If there's anything you need at all, don't hesitate to ask," The king offered a small look of assurance, not exactly a smile, but close enough to it.
Mir’s eyes were beginning to close. “Mm, but don’t you have more important stuff to do than help me…?” What he really wanted was for Corbin to stay with him, but this was the king he was talking to. He had more important stuff to do…
"No, not for any time soon," Corbin said softly. "Besides, when the time does come, I'll be asking you to join me anyway." The king offered a smile now, tucking Dragomir in more.
"Try to get some rest, okay? I'm pretty sure Ameil would chew my ear off if I kept you up any longer…" The king chuckled softly, patting Dragomir's shoulder.
Mir snagged Corbin’s hand and kissed the back of it, as he was way to out of it to do much else in terms of respect as his eyes slid shut, hesitating before he let go. “Thank you, Corbin…” he said softly, using the king’s first name for the first time, too sleepy to realize the potential disrespect of calling the king his given name.
Corbin found nothing disrespectful about Dragomir's use of his first name, pulling Dragomir's hand up to kiss it in a return, showing respect to the man he knew would be so much help.
"You're welcome, Dragomir. Good night…" The king tucked Dragomir's back in, finally standing up.
(Time skip? Or do you have another idea?)
(Timeskip would be good!)
(You start or me?)
(aaa, you pleaseee?)
Mir slowly woke up a few hours later, fitfully, tears running over his cheeks as he woke up from his nightmares, sitting up and crying to himself for a few minutes, curled into the fetal position, wishing someone was there to soothe him, but as normal, he was alone… right?