"Well… there's me, and the doctor too! She didn't mind at all that you're not fully human. I'm sure we can find someone, somewhere, who won't hurt you…" Corbin watched Dragomir rub his chest, worry coming to his face.
"What… what all did he do?" The king asked, voice soft. He really was worried for Dragomir, and furious at the tailor.
“N-nothing… Just dug his finger into my chest…” he sighed. “Pretty pathetic thing to lose my head over, huh? It just hurt…” He stopped rubbing the spot and realized a small bruise was forming there. He just looked at it disinterestedly. It wouldn’t be his first, and it wouldn’t be his last.
Corbin, of course, didn't think the same way Dragomir did. He very much intended to do everything in his power to make sure this was the last bruise Dragomir ever received like this, and that was quite a lot of power indeed.
"It's not pathetic," Corbin assured. "It was obviously too much, seeing that bruise…" The king sighed, rubbing at his eyes. He was tired of this system that allowed so much worse to happen with so little consequences.
“It’s just a bruise, much worse could’ve happened. Don’t worry.” He cupped Corbin’s face in his small, delicate hands. “I’m sorry I worried you. I’ll try to be more careful to not tick off others. It was my fault, I aggravated him.” He was trying to say whatever he could to soothe Corbin, himself forgotten. He kissed Corbin’s nose lightly, smiling. “It’s over with now. So should we go the the doctor’s or do you want to stay like this for a bit?”
Corbin cupped Dragomir's head in his hands in turn, his so big while the other's were so small.
"How was it you aggravated him?" The king asked softly. Still, he didn't push, letting the subject go. It was obvious Mir was ready to.
"Yeah, we can go to the doctor's if you're ready."
As Mir got off of Corbin’s lap he said softly, “I wasn’t silent and whimpered when he moved my arm. Normally if I stay silent, they’ll put up with me.” He was slightly amazed at how big Corbin was compared to him. He always had to look up to talk to the king’s face, and felt like he was staring up at a tree, he was so huge while he was so tiny with the delicate fae features.
Corbin shook his head some, standing.
"A stupid excuse to hurt others," he commented. Mir's wound would have been obvious by the tailor took action, of course the halfling would have made a sound when it was moved.
Corbin couldn't help but find Mir's height… cute. He was just so small, the king always had to look down. Not to mention the man's features, so sweet…
Mir moved to hug Corbin’s waist, which was all he could really reach, smiling. “Well, it’s done with for now. I have some new clothes until you find a new tailor you like.” He then let go so Corbin could lead him back to the doctor’s, before remembering the footwear discussion and kicked off his old, hole-y boots and bringing his necklace back out of his short, glad the tailor hadn’t questioned it when he was ordered to strip.
Corbin hugged Mir back, smiling some in turn.
"Alright, then," the king conceded. He'd deal with the current tailor later. At times, it really was hard for the king to remember Mir had served so well in the war, glad they had met and forgetful of the circumstances.
With that same smile, Corbin let Mir out of the room once the halfling was ready, his hand slipping into the concubine by name's.
Mir may be shy and scared now, but it was mostly because the war discharge and life’s abuse had broken him into a state of submission. On the field he had been fast, ruthless, and smart. Now he was scared of least chilliest tone of voice, ready to cower and submit at any moment. Mir smiled back at the king, not realizing he was special for being able to bring a smile to the king’s lips so often. He just thought Corbin was really nice and smiling. His bare feet smoothly went across the floor, the sound of his footsteps now absent with his shoes. There wasn’t even the slap of his foot soles against the floor.
Corbin knew he would be so, so much more protective of Dragomir now, after what had happened. There was no way in cold hell that the king would let anyone make Mir cry like that again, there was no having it. He held the man's hand with almost a happy tune, content with all of this in general.
Mir then remembered, “Oh yeah, my concubine bracelet. When should we get that? And why do I have to have jewelry in the first place? Is it required of concubines?” He looked up at the king, clinging to his hand happily.
"We can get it after visiting the doctor," Corbin assured Mir, looking down at the man with a nod.
"And it is, yes," the king admitted. "Every status had jewelry they need to wear at times, but concubines have to wear the jewelry most all the time in general."
“Huh. Ok then. So I should keep my bracelet on at all times so no one mistakes me for an intruder and hurts me?” He clung to the king’s arm, looking calm and happy.
"Yes, that would definitely be for the best," Corbin agreed. "Until we get it, it'll be best for you not to leave my side." The king was happy Mir at least looked happy enough. He hummed, his second hand coming over to rest on Mir's good arm as they walked.
“Am I safe in my rooms?” He asked softly, wondering if he should lock his door at night. He glided along next to Corbin, resting his cheek against the king’s side, trying to remember what else he needed to ask to get sorted out. He was still thinking of a way to make… those noises… He blushed at the thought, now nervous and wondering how it would work out…
"You should be, yes," Corbin said. "No one is allowed in except me, especially without permission." Corbin was quite happy walking with Mir like this, the two so close and relaxed. Anyone who see them might actually think they were in love, or something along those lines.
Mir relaxed at that. “Oh good.” He snuggled close, feeling better about that situation now, and incredibly pleased he really had a room all to himself. He couldn’t wait to get his wages and start redecorating. He let Corbin lead the way as he daydreamed about redesigning the room to something less… wh*re-like.
Corbin smiled down at Mir as he watched the half fae daydream, leading them back to the doctor's office. This time, Corbin handled opened the door himself, making no big deal about it as he and Mir walked in.
Mir looked up, snapping out of his thoughts when they stopped at the door and stepped inside. He looked around, having not really been paying attention to what the doctor’s office looked like the first time around, mostly just unfocused from lack of sleep and pain. As he looked, his stomach most inconveniently growled. He blushed and ducked his head in embarrassment.
The room was airy, at least as much as one could be with the slit windows of the palace exterior. It was larger, various tools of the trade lined up neatly. It seemed the doctor could do almost anything from the things out. She looked up when the two came in, looking pleased.
"Ahh, I'm glad you two came, here-" The doctor was interrupted by the stomach growl, Corbin chuckling some.
"Have you two had breakfast yet?" The doctor asked, switching gears. "Come, come, you can have some of mine until the king remembers to get yours sent up." Corbin looked away, a bit ashamed.
"You're always forgetting to eat, Corbin, you know that's not good for you."
Mir shook his head at the offer of eating the doctor’s breakfast. “Oh no, it’s yours! Don’t worry, I’m used to being hungry. I can wait until I can get my own food.” He went over to the examination table and climbed up onto it, his legs swinging over the edge when he settled down. He smiled reassuringly at Corbin, showing he didn’t blame him in the slightest.
"Alright then, just make sure Corbin doesn't make you wait too long, okay?" The doctor moved to the table side when Mir sat down, moving to undo the wrappings on his arm to check and reclean the wound.
"Have you been experiencing any pains recently?" she asked. Corbin made his way to stand on the other side of Mir, sighing softly.
"We'll get breakfast after this," he stated, chuckling weakly.
Mir smiled at Corbin before replying to the doctor, “Just while we were at the tailor’s. And it’s gotten achy since then. Just a dull throb.” He flinched badly when his wound started getting cleaned again, whimpering softly.
Corbin carefully took Mir's good hand in his own, giving it an reassuring squeeze. The doctor pulled her hand away for a moment, turning to get a less powerful painkiller than the one from the day before.
"Here," she said. "But this time I want you to wait for water before you take it, okay?"