Dorian rubbed at his chin, “It’s… complicated. I… I never said I didn’t have no interest in women, I do, I just prefer men. But no, that’s not allowed according to my father and having to marry a woman is starting to put me off marriage altogether,” He sighed, “I wish mother was here and not… dead. She’d know what do to, surely.”
Jay looked at him with sympathy, "Oh dear…I wish I knew how to help, but I don't. Your mother truly was a wonderful woman. You mustn't dwell on the past though.". Jay cringed as he realized that his last statement was something the king always said to Dorian. "Sorry…I'd better he getting back to work…". He sighed and stood up.
“Wait,” Dorian stood up with him, looking down slightly at Jay, “Are you going to the ball? I mean, are you going to go and if so, are you going with anybody?” Her an a hand through his hair, ruffling it slightly, “Because if not..l would you like to go with me?”
Jay froze, his heart pounding, "Well…I…oh no…" He took a deep breath and guiltily met his eyes, "I'm so sorry Dorian. I'm one of the main servers tonight and I'd get in so much trouble if I didn't do my job. I hope you understand…" Not wanting to see his reaction, Jay quickly left with the cart, his face down.
Dorian watched him go, a sinking feeling in his heart, “Yes… I understand…” He muttered, slumping back down in his chair and staring up at the ceiling. He didn’t know why the rejection hurt as much as it did.
Jay felt horrible and miserable until the ball that night, I wish I didn't have to reject him…if it were up to me I would say yes, anytime, anyplace. Jay sighed as he started helping set up the banquet tables and food. Guests would start coming soon.
Dorian frowned slightly as he pulled on the last item of clothing he needed to wear for the ball. The navy blue and gold of the shirt matched his eyes, standing out against his skin. The strap across his chest felt like a weight, and the gold crown on his head felt like even more of a weight, holding him down. He didn’t want to go to the ball, not anymore.
Jay had to go tell Dorian it was time to come out to the ball. He wasn't too excited but he opened the door to Dorian's room and slowly looked up, "It's time for the ball, your Highness." His voice was quiet and uneven. He stared at Dorian, taken away by his looks, while he stood in a long sleeved black button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black pants, black shoes, and an apron tied around his waist.
Dorian straightened his posture and nodded once, “Thank-you for letting me know.” He turned to Jay, offering a small smile before it faded, replaced by something unreadable as he headed out the door, towards the ballroom.
Jay sighed sadly and followed Dorian back to the ballroom, Oh, Dorian…I let you down and I feel so horrible…. He couldve easily accepted and paid the price for it, but he had no courage whatsoever, "I'm sorry Dorian, trust me, I'm so sorry…" He said quietly.
Dorian held up a hand to stop him, “Jay, stop,” He said softly, “I understand why you said no, there’s no need to apologise.” He sighed through his nose, lowered his hand and turned to not think about the situation… or the ball.
Jay was surprised that he heard him. He frowned and headed back to where he had to present Dorian, he stepped forward and spoke clearly his voice echoing through the large room, "Welcome, Prince Dorian!"
The room erupted into cheers and claps, Dorian putting on his signature smile as he bowed his head in greeting to a few people who walked past. Soon enough, he was dragged away from Jay and into a group of men and woman alike asking for a dance, all in which he declined.
Jay stared after Dorian, watching him decline men and women left and right. People rudely shoved past him trying to get to the prince. Jay bit his lip and clenched his fists, his electric blue eyes lighting up with determination. He walked up to Dorian, knowing that things weren't going to go well soon, he gave a quick bow to Dorian before giving him direct eye contact and holding out his hand, "May I have this dance, my prince?". People were staring. They looked absolutely disgusted
Dorian looked relieved, ecstatic and yet also nervous at the same time, "Of course." He placed a hand over his heart, bowed his head slightly before taking Jay's hand and leading him into the middle of the room. He ignored the pounding of his heart and the whispers that were spreading.
Jay let out a nervous laugh, "Your father is going to fucking kill me…" They glided across the ballroom floor, in perfect sync with each other, "It's so so wrong. All of this. But I don't care right now. I'm with you." He smiled, ignoring the people around them, even as the guards started coming and Darions father yelling angrily.
"My father can go to Hell for all I care," Dorian replied, spinning Jay around once, then twice, then pulled him close to his chest, "If anybody tries to take you away from me I'll kill them myself, that's a promise."
Jay blushed, "God, I love you so much…can I kiss you?" He felt that the question was ridiculous, but he wanted to know before the guards got him. They were growing nearer and Jay started to pale, knowing this might be one if the last times he saw Dorian.
“No need to ask, my love. You don’t need to.” Dorian pressed his lips against Jay’s, holding him as close as he could. He felt his crown fall from his head and onto the fall as he did so, but he didn’t care.
Jay kissed back, passionately. But the kiss sadly didn't last. Two guards grabbed his arms and began to dragon him to the dungeons. Jay didn't struggle, he knew he had done something wrong, he had enjoyed it while it lasted though. He gave a small smile directed at Darion, before being dragged from view. The king came down to meet Darion, fury in his eyes,
(Would you like to be the king? I've never played as an evil dictator and I figured since you're playing his son, you'd know more about the father's personality.)
(Ooft yeah)
“What were you thinking, boy?” Dorian’s father was an angry man, so his fury didn’t scare the younger male. What did, was the hundreds of eyes watching them.
“I don’t need to explain myself to you, Father.” He took a step closer, kicking his crown out of the way.
“Kissing a servant? And much less a make one at that. Your mother would be thoroughly disappointed in you.”
“Don’t bring mother into this. You didn’t care about her, how would you know what she would be thinking?”
His father growled and slapped him hard across his cheek. People gasped but Dorian just stood still, unfazed.
“If you hurt him,” Dorian started slowly, “If anybody hurts him, I will renounce my title as prince and you will have no heir and no one to rule this kingdom. Hurt me all you want but don’t. hurt. him.”
The guards threw Jay into a cell, face first after cuffing his feet and handstogether, "Idiot boy. We'll be back with some electric rods if the king says so.". They walked away and Jay stared blankly after them, covering his bleeding nose and taking in short, sharp breaths. He could barely breathe. The guards went back to the king and spoke to him, "Permission to ysw the electric rods for breaking the number one rule in the kingdom, your Majesty?"
Dorian snarled at them while the king stayed quiet for a moment, thinking over what Dorian said. He knew his son would stay true to his word if he let anything happen to the servant, “Let the servant go,” He said finally, “But you can use the rods on my son, instead. He needs to be taught a lesson.”
The guards exchanged glances and one went to grab the rods while the other turned to the king, "Surely we should at least keep him in there for a few days, along with your son. That'll show them not to mingle with each other." The guard said, giving Dorian a look of sympathy.
(Pretty much what this guard wants is to have Jay and Dorian trapped in two separate cells right next to each other for three days to a week so they can sort out that they can't be together or hatch a plan of escape ((cough cough)) so yeah)
(Oh fun, we love that for them)
The king nodded and waved a hand dismissively, "Let it be done." He replied, giving Dorian one last look before turning away. One guard who was bigger then Dorian came up behind him and pushed him towards the doors, "Make sure he's punished properly." The king called before they disappeared.