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~Two Steps Forward, Four Steps Back~September 27, 2020 04:04 AM

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Nilo sighed at the mention of attending the Carmiden’s throne room summons. He really didn’t want to and had hoped to just catch his father beforehand, but were his son's calm words going to do anything when he was actually faced with the family? Probably not and Nilo was well aware of that. His father would not take kindly to his sons attempted murder nor would any parents. There was that on top of the fact they hired multiple people to assassinate him and Gennadius, who was also a person of stature, was caught in the crossfire. Whatever punishment they received would not be kind.

He thought for several moments, leading them absentmindedly through the castle. “I guess I should go, although it won’t be for a few hours. I can always come to my final decision during that period.” Nilo told her. He had a feeling he would just end up going, simply to keep his father from letting his temper get the best of him. The king had never been the most rational when it came to family and Nilo was sure since he was now the only son left his father would be rather protective. The king had a right to be but it would interfere with his judgment on the situation.

Nilo cocked a brow as Gennadius stepped in front of him to open his door, peering over her shoulder into the room until she allowed him to enter behind her, a little surprised that there seemed to be no evidence of the scuffle, which he was extremely thankful for. Fingers brushed over the desk near the door, a newer addition to his rather bland quarters, relieved everything was back in place. Nothing had been broken and his bed had been remade. There was no physical evidence that anything had happened besides the infirmary clothes he wore.

He snorted as she approached his wardrobe, leaning against the desk as she opened his wardrobe with a flare, watching her with a lopsided, lazy smile as she began to pull clothes out. Eyes narrowed with challenge as she nearly demanded him to put on the clothing she had selected, but the man strode over to the bed with a huff, examining her choices. “I guess it’ll do,” Nilo commented, as if she had chosen anything different than he would usually pick. He did quite like the scarlet tailcoat with its brighter shade, compared to the darker crimson he usually chose when it came to the red spectrum.

Besides, the man had been wearing his baggy pants most of the time around the castle nowadays in lieu of his slacks. Perhaps a change would be nice, even if just for the day. Gennadius seemed determined to dress him anyways, so the man figured he would amuse her. He snorted as she emerged with a comb from his bathroom, taking it from her when offered and slinging the clothes over his arm. As he headed towards the bathroom, the man paused at the mention of the crown. He shot her a pointed look over his shoulder. “I will not be wearing that infernal thing.” He huffed out, entering and leaving the door barely cracked so he could hear her.

But the bathroom presented an entirely new challenge. Setting the clothes on the counter, it was time for him to undress. The man avoided the shirt for as long as he could, changing his pants first, though that only bought him a minute at most. His fingers found the edge of the shirt, though it was for several moments he only stared. Nilo closed his eyes, taking a shuddering breath and with shaky hands, he managed to draw the fabric over his head. He attempted to avoid the sight of his torso, but his eyes instinctively drifted and the man lurched, white-knuckling the edge of the vanity’s countertop and he opened his mouth in a startled exhale. He could feel himself pale.

Searching for a new focus, he reflected back to her sword comment. “I…” Nilo paused, taking another breath, “I don’t like swords… the weight… the sheath...the feel of the steel on my skin.” Granted, the man had pretty much been her personal punching bag during their sword spars when she was getting back on her feet, but those had been wooden. They were different. “I don’t need one.” An unsteady hand grasped at the white fabric, bunching it in his fist. Nilo turned away from the mirror as he brought it over his shoulders, but he was forced to look at himself as he buttoned it up. The scars… they were awful, ugly things. Is that what his back had looked like all this time? Was the man just that damaged beyond repair? The skin was uneven and an odd shade, angry lines across the light expanse of his torso and he hated them so, so much.

He tucked his shirt in though he didn’t put the coat as he felt the sweat beading on his forehead beneath the hair that fell across his forehead. Right, his hair. She had wanted him to do it, right? Nilo looked briefly in the mirror and he was quite obviously a mess, but his gaze didn’t linger long. The prince wasn’t too keen on looking at himself in mirrors anymore. He opened the drawer, pulling out the small container that contained a jelly-like substance. Water could have worked too, but this was easier considering his hair wasn’t “trained” any longer.

The man styled his hair rather expertly, considering his eyes were clothes and with as little product as possible, not looking to make it oily. When he was done he shoved the stuff back in the drawers and wipes a cloth over his face in an attempt to make himself look less dead, for fear of raising concern. The man ran his hands over his face once and he slung his coat over his arm, the clicking of his boots announcing his reappearance in the room. “Satisfied?” Nilo questioned, raising his brow as he walked over to set the coat on the chest at the edge of his bed, before crossing his arms. “I refuse to wear the crown if you locate it, just saying.” He restated, well aware the item was within the nightstand she was searching.

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The woman paused her searching of the nightstand, which she had just begun. Had that been a sharp breath she heard? Gennadius’s hands stilled and she cast a concerned look towards the bathroom door. The woman had even taken a step towards the sound when Nilo began talking, and she could barely make out an odd breathlessness and stressed sound. “I was thinking more for looks than anything,” she offered, still gazing at the door. “A full sheath and a hilt, it doesn’t even need a blade.”

Moving back to the nightstand, she still kept an ear open for the man, though there was no actual search at the moment, too focused on him. In fact, at the first click, she turned to watch him emerge. Grinning, she was pleased to see him looking like himself again, though her eyes flashed with concern again, seeing he was slightly paler than before. “I am very satisfied actually. You look quite handsome, I must say,” she purred turning her attention back to the drawer and delving into it. “And if I find it, you are going to wear it, that is a certainty I tell you.”

And that was when she struck gold, or rather a very nice crown which mimicked the one his father wore. It was her first time seeing it, and while she had to admit she personally had no interest in wearing one, it was quite beautiful, especially considering the stones used were made to match the man’s eyes. Gennadius was careful as she lifted it out, examining it before spinning to face the prince. “You are so wearing this.” Lifting it, she was far enough that if she bent her head back, she could envision it on his head. “It really adds that extra look that screams you are a handsome powerhouse.”

But that was when she simply placed it down on the top of the dresser. Oh, she planned on wrestling the man down and shoving it on his head, just not right now. They still had a couple hours before he had to be in the throne room, which gave her plenty of time to address the more serious matters first. Or, rather, matter. The one she had let slide that morning... and the one she felt was related to the loud exhale and the difference between when he walked in versus walking out of the bathroom.

“I am going to put it on you, just not at this moment,” Gennadius told him, stepping up and reaching for one of his hands, interlacing their fingers. She tugged him towards the sofa, flopping her rump down before patting the spot next to her, tilting her head. Now it was about trying to figure out how to do it, and a part of her wondered if she shouldn’t try at all. But... it was the breath that haunted her and the way he had started talking. He had sounded deeply troubled, like something awful was haunting him.

“Do you trust me?” It seemed an odd question, spoken softly, dark eyes searching his. The woman had a risky plan, but it would an answer her questions and with any luck, she might actually be able to help. “I mean fully trust me, with everything?” A hand reached up to his face, fingers brushing over his cheek and around his jaw, her demeanor dropping a lot of her usual kick-ass nature to something much gentler and more understanding. As her fingers fell, she leaned forward, tilting her head as she found his lips, pressing into the softest of kisses.

But though it was light, she held it, her eyes never closing, simply gazing at him with such love. Her hands moved slowly, starting with pressing against his chest to slowly sliding down some until they were meeting near the middle. “Trust me,” she breathed out, as she pulled her lips back for a split second before re-initiating the contact. But this time, her fingers found the buttons of his shirt, ever so lightly and carefully beginning to undo them, knowing this would either confirm or disprove her suspicions.

~Two Steps Forward, Four Steps Back~September 27, 2020 04:15 PM

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Nilo gave a soft smile as she called him handsome but still shook his head regarding the crown. He hated the thing, even if it was a gorgeous, flattering piece of headwear. “Not happening, Gennadius. It’s been years and I plan on keeping my streak.” He huffed out but glanced at her confusedly as she took his hand, leading him over to the sofa, clearly up to something. What exactly, Nilo wasn’t so sure yet, which did raise a bit of concern on his end. What was she planning? Even so, the man sat beside her, their knees bumping as he faced her, wearing a rather puzzled, tentative look.

It was then she asked him if he trusted her. Nilo’s brow furrowed, not understanding. It was random and did nothing but raise more questions in his head. His eyes searched hers for answers, but she betrayed nothing but a quiet determination and that did not help him. She was searching for his faith and although he wanted answers, he already knew he would not be receiving them. When her fingers reached towards his face Nilo relaxed, the tension in his shoulders relieving. “Yes,” The man purred out, his confusion becoming a gentle, well-meaning smile, “I wouldn’t have asked you to marry me if I did not.” He hoped his answer was sufficient, fearing that this was some sort of test.

Nilo wasn’t exactly expecting her to kiss him, but the man returned the gesture instinctively and for a few moments their gazes held, but as her hands pressed against his chest his eyes closed, enjoying the touch, even if it was a simple one. When she pulled back their gazes crossed again, but only momentarily as she re-initiated contact. Except this time, Nilo understood what she was trying to do, even if he didn’t understand it. She was trying to unbutton his shirt and that alone was cause for panic, but he didn’t move to stop her, not yet.

One.

With the first button undone, the man was attempting to power through it. He could do this, couldn’t he? In efforts to distract himself, the man deepened the kiss, though his movements were slow, diligent, and not meant to pressure. This was fine. He just needed to focus on the kiss and forget what lied beneath his shirt. It was just Gennadius, she wouldn’t care, nor would she hurt him. She loved him. She had just told him she loved him despite his flaws and the man assumed that meant physical too, right? He was being foolish and knew better, but he was fighting his rising panic as best he could.

Two.

Hideous. Ruined. Grotesque. She may not have known what hid beneath the fabric, but he did. Nilo couldn’t even look at himself without feeling nauseous. He felt… revolting. Just the very thought of her eyes landing on his defaced torso made what shred of confidence and bravery shatter. He broke away from her, hands coming to stop hers with a grip that was gentle, yet firm. He just couldn’t. “No,” Nilo murmured hoarsely, clearly upset, though it wasn’t directed at her, “I can’t.” He was upset with himself. Hell, he was unhappy with everything and his frustration was general because he was hurting. He was hurting and he didn’t know what to do about it or how to proceed. He just wanted to be able to change his shirt. That was all he wanted.

Was that really too much to ask? To be able to change without nearly having a breakdown and without feeling disgusted with what you saw? He didn’t know what had happened to him. He used to be fine. There had been several occasions when he had been shirtless with her and he hadn’t even really noticed. It had been commonplace and had ever cared. Yet, now he couldn’t even let her reach the third button on his shirt, terrified of what she would find beneath. It was the same reason he had always gotten his bandages changed while she was away and hadn’t been shirtless since the incident. He couldn’t even look at himself so how was he supposed to let her see him?

Nilo looked at her for a moment before his head fell against her shoulder and his body involuntarily shuddered as he was hit with a whirlwind of emotions. He felt like there was a pit in his stomach. “I’m sorry,” He apologized quietly, not wanting to meet her gaze, “I do trust you. I really do.” Nilo managed. It had nothing to do with her. It was just him fighting his own internal battle, but not knowing how to fight. “You are my everything. I promise you that, but I just can’t” He knew what he had done wasn’t right, but he couldn’t help it. Nilo couldn’t let her see them, not right now.

~Two Steps Forward, Four Steps Back~September 27, 2020 06:17 PM

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The first button was undone, and he was taking it well, except for the slight deepening of his kiss. But that could be no more than his reaction to the contact and nothing to do with what she was doing. Part of her hoped that it wasn’t the scarring for his sake. But if it wasn’t, that left her back at square one to figure out what was going on with him. And she truly had no other ideas for what it could possibly be.

But when Gennadius got done with the second button, the truth was obvious. Nilo had quickly pulled back and she found her hands in a rather firm grip. He was by no means hurting her or even causing discomfort, but there seemed to be a desperate strength in the hold he had on her. The woman knew right then it was the scarring that was the cause of all this, but she did not admonish him for grabbing her or try and pull away and push the subject. Instead, she only gazed at him with a gentle and understanding adoration. Because now she understood, and felt that she had a chance at trying to help him.

The woman could see how upset he was, hear it in his voice and watch the frustration cross through his gaze. Her hands turned in his, interlacing their fingers as hs head fell to her shoulder. Oh Nilo... Had he truly been struggling this much with it and she had missed it? How could she have missed this? “I know you do... I understand,” she murmured gently, leaning the side of her head against his and releasing a soft breath. “It’s okay,” came the gentle reassurance, “it’s okay.”

Releasing his hands, she scooted herself closer some, wrapping her arms around his back where her hands would safely be away from the buttons, for his sake. “Don’t apologize. There is nothing to apologize for.” She moved her hands in circles along his back in as soothing a gesture she knew, one moving to the back of his head to keep his head to her shoulder as she did her best to soothe him and try and make him feel somewhat better if she could. She did feel bad for upsetting him quite so much, but she always kept coming back to at least now she knew.

Carefully she moved to lift his head up, fingers moving under his chin as she tilted her head to try and look into his face. “I promise you that it’s okay, alright? We’ll figure it out together, over time, how about that?” Her palm brushed across his cheek and she smiled warmly, “You don’t have too, not until you are ready.” Every word was spoken genuinely and with a soft voice, her dark eyes never showing any kind of judgment, not even pity. Just understanding and love.

“Here, may I?” Gennadius glanced to his shirt before back up at his face, just getting a glimpse where the buttons were that she had undone. Slowly she reached down, making sure that he could see what she was doing as she gingerly found the first button she had undone. Without a word, she redid them both before running her hands against his chest, her eyes never leaving his face as if to prove she was respecting what he wanted. She would not push him anymore on the subject, believing this truly was one of those things that simply needed time.

“I love you, Nilo.” It was a phrase she said often, especially in these kinds of situations, but she knew it was an important one, heartfelt. Shifting, she moved herself onto his lap and leaned into him, arms wrapping around his neck as she pressed her face against his clavicle. “Your hair looks nice, by the way,” she murmured against his skin, reaching up to find one of the russet strands before suddenly she lurched back with a mischievous smile, scrambling to her feet, ever the one to try and brighten his mood.

“I know exactly what we need,” she exclaimed, spinning on her heels to face him with a laugh before dashing, snatching up the crown, and gyrating around to come at him. “I do believe seeing you with your crown on will certainly add a little spice to the day, don’t you think?” Gennadius’s eyes were sparkling as she stalked towards the sofa, each step slow and calculated. “And before you decide to run, let me remind you that I got you last time...” She let out a laugh, holding the crown at the ready to plop it on his head.

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Nilo wasn’t mad at her whatsoever and it was clear by the way he melted into her touch, face burying into her neck as if by her sheer force of will everything could go away and he would be fine. That wasn’t the case though, but her touch was reassuring as was the warmth of her body and the man wished he could stay there forever. He just wanted to hide from it all with her comforting scent and familiar movements. She was his safe haven and even if she couldn’t mend his wounds with a single word or touch, she could always make it hurt less and be with him throughout the healing process.

He felt a hand come beneath his head and he was forced to look at her, face taken from where it had burrowed into her neck. Obviously, he would have preferred to stay there forever, but he knew that was impossible. When their gazes did meet his was tired, having exerted himself from several situations throughout the day regarding his appearance. His eyes closed again as her hand brushed over his cheek, grateful for the woman's patience and support through everything. “Thank you,” Nilo murmured, “It does mean a lot.” The way she looked at him held no judgment, only understanding, and adoration. He was lucky. So very lucky.

Nilo did not move to stop her as fingers treaded towards the buttons, having faith that she wouldn’t go too far. As expected, the woman did not, only buttoning up those she had undid, which brought a weak, thankful smile to his lips. The man had relaxed, her hands moving his chest, making it evident that his boundaries were respected, even though it was clear he hadn’t felt like any lines were crossed. The woman had not heard him and hadn’t pushed further once he initially stopped her. “It’s okay,” Nilo told her, “I know you don’t mean any harm, you’re just worried.” He reassured, not wanting her tiptoe around him.

“I love you too, Gennadius,” Nilo responded, leaning back as she drew herself into his lap. His arms instinctively wrapped around her smaller form and a soft chuckle escaped him as she complimented his hair. “Thanks, I did it with my eyes closed.” It sounded like a joke, but it was rather true, given his adversity to mirrors. He released her as she suddenly pulled back going to snatch his crown off of the nightstand, clearly intending to make him wear it. Nilo huffed, crossing his arms, displeased by the very thought of it.

“Gennadius, I’m not wearing that infernal thing!” He protested, standing up to face her as she finally came to stand in front of him, reaching to place it atop his head, to which he ducked away. “I must find a new hiding place for that thing. Somewhere where a pesky colonel cannot find it.” Nilo commented, taking a step away from her, though he did not flee. “Even if you manage to get it on my head I’ll just take it off after,” He snorted, cocking a brow, “I only keep it around because it would be rude to throw it away and my father would have my hide.”

Another step back, simply for his own safety. “Personally, I think you should wear it. How about that?” He questioned, tilting his head, “And technically, last time I caught you, but you beat me half to death so I’m not sure I’d consider that a win,” He chuckled softly, remembering the day she’d chased him through the castle because the two were caught sleeping on the floor by Darius. “So what’ll it be darling?” Nilo’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, “Because no matter what, I’m not entering the throne room with that thing on my head.” He gestured towards the crown.

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“Oh, come on Nilo!” Gennadius laughed at his deep hatred for the object taking a step after him when he moved a step back. “It can’t be that bad! Besides, even if you do hide it, I will find it.” She gave him a confident grin, though stayed in her spot as she tried to judge the best way to get the crown on him without harming anyone or the piece she held. “And you wouldn’t dare throw away such a beautiful thing!”

At the mention of her wearing it, she paused a moment before releasing a scoff, “Your head is too big, it would never fit me. But valiant effort.” Again, another scoff at the mention of him catching her, which was technically true... but he had been hiding and she did take him down, which was now hilarious. At the time she had felt utterly terrible and upset that she had hurt him, though she had not beaten him half to death as he so claimed. Just... beaten him some and caused his crown jewels some discomfort.

“What will it be, you ask?” her head tilted, her lips twisted up in her grin as she made a cautious step forward. “I think I will have it my way and get this crown on your head, even if for a split second.” Gennadius’s dark eyes continued to sparkle as she stopped directly in front of him, tilting her head back some, though she didn’t more to lift the crown up, knowing he would just move away again. No, for this, tackling the man would do no good. She had to be smarter than that.

“I still think you should wear it to the throne room. Give you that extra look of royalty just to drive home the point,” she reasoned, though knew that it would do no real good. But, the woman threw it out there anyway. And then the idea hit her and she got a smug expression, taking a step back. There was no guarantee it would work, but it could be fun in the least and give them both something to laugh about, which was always a good thing. So there really was not version that she didn’t win in some way.

So with that, Gennadius turned her back to him, giving a dramatic huff. “Very well, if you will not play your role of prince, then I must be the one to do it for you.” She strode over to his chest, picking up the coat and sliding her arms in, though kept her back to him, the oversized fabric already comical. But it was clear she was not done as she then lifted the crown up and placed it on her own head, turning as she crossed her arms. Yes, it was a very hilarious sight so far, the woman with the coat that could engulf her, and now the crown that had to placed so it tipped over her forehead because it too was too big.

Perhaps she would never realize it, nor maybe neither would he, but the prince had truly brought out the true Gennadius. Three years prior, no one could have caught her dead goofing around in such a way. But the campaign had matured her, and Nilo had taken that and loved her and been patient with her until she bloomed back into her personality. Not that she would do this kind of thing constantly, but she now did have her moments while horsing around with the man she adored.

“But if I am going to be your proxy, I need the boots,” she pointed to the ones he was wearing before returning her arms to the crossed position. The woman moved back over to him with the same smug expression. “As you said, what’ll it be? I get the boots or even head out just like this, or I get to see you wear your crown.” She raised a brow in almost a challenge, though desperately hoped he would not send her parading through the halls because she didn’t exactly want the entire castle seeing her this way.

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Nilo couldn’t help a small, mischievous grin of his own as she began to fire back, both of them clearly firm in their resolve. Both wanted their way, but only one could win and the man did love a friendly competition and he would be damned if he let her win. The woman won far too often for the prince’s liking and he was looking to seal another one of his rare victories. He let out a puff of laughter as she stopped in front of him, gaze falling to the crown he had always loathed. At this point, it was more of a game to him. He would lose if he gave in and where was the fun in that?

The prince rolled his eyes at the mention of driving a point home. “I am the prince, with or without the crown, Gennadius. Their crimes are still the same and they clearly didn’t care much that I was royalty considering they hired two people to stab me.” Nilo pointed out, the man having his stubborn on. “Whether I wear that heinous headwear or not their punishment will still be severe.” Even as he refuted her point he could tell the woman had other things in mind. It was slightly concerning because he was aware of just how clever she could be but did not react yet. He waited for her attempt to pounce.

It never came, as she decided to threaten him with a ridiculous display, although the man just watched. He chuckled as she put on his tailcoat and crown. The two things were adorably huge on her and the man reached out to shift the crown up, though it only fell again, which caused him to snort. The display was incredibly silly of her and he couldn’t help but be even further endeared by her humor. Though, he was a little shocked as she asked for his boots and his eyes narrowed at her gall. Oh, this woman… she was definitely trying to crack him.

Except, it didn’t work. Nilo only huffed and stalked over to the chest at the end of his bed, lifting his slacks to reveal the laces that went up the front in a corset-like fashion. The man only shot her a challenging look as he loosened them, slipping his feet out of the boots that nearly went up to his knees. They would be massive on her if she did put them on. Nilo stood back up and set them down before her with a smug look, crossing his arms over his chest.

It was an incredibly shocking gesture, given he was extremely attached to his footwear. But it was Gennadius, someone who he trusted. Besides, when it came down to it, they were just boots. “I guess it cannot be helped that I would have to offer you my boots. I’m sure my father will love this new look of yours. I must say, it’s rather charming.” Nilo commented, walking around her before pausing again at her front, glancing down at the boots before gesturing down at him. “Shouldn’t you put those on, Prince Des Arluin?” The man questioned, cocking his head innocently.

Nilo watched her expectantly for several moments, clearly not giving in, before the man began to laugh. It started as a snort, though it quickly evolved into a short, but loud bout of laughter. “Okay, okay fine. How about I just put it on for a second or two so you can satisfy your inner-curiosity?” He offered, still determined not to wear it to the throne room, “And then you don’t have to clop around in my boots, which have a bit of heel by the way, for the rest of the day.” The man was attempting to make a compromise, simply so they could both end up happy. “I mean, or you can just go like that, I certainly don’t mind. I’m sure I have another pair of shoes around here somewhere.”

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At the narrowing of his eyes, the woman felt that surely she had won some sort of victory. But that lasted only a mere moment before the man stalked towards his bed, and bent down to pull his slacks up and reveal his boots. Was he? No... he couldn’t.... Yet he was, unlacing them and pulling his feet out before smugly setting them before her. Gennadius had assumed he would never actually take his boots off to give her, no less consider the thought of letting her leave the room in her ridiculous get-up.

Her face could only be described as utter disbelief, her gaze pinned on the boots in front of her. The crazy bastard... She was seriously going to have to put them on now. There was no way she couldn’t after the challenge. But there was no way she actually wanted to and then have to skulk to the throne room where who knew what Leonel’s reaction would be. Her only reaction to his reference of her as prince was a huff at first.

But after a moment, she snatched up the boots and stalked to the sofa, plopping down to begin yanking off her boots in what could only be considered as a childish display of pouting. It seemed her idea had bitten her in the butt, and she wasn’t exactly pleased about it, but neither was she backing down. It was just as she was yanking his oversized footwear on that he started laughing and her eyes narrowed, though her chin lifted in an attempt at some dignity. And then came his offer, which finally came after she had pulled his boots on, which also looked ridiculously large on her.

But, she couldn’t help crack a grin, reaching down and picking up one of her boots. “I will not go like this!” came her exclamation as she tossed the boot at him, though it was done in play. “I will accept your offer to wear the crown in here... but I want to be able to inspect it on you to my heart’s content or else you have to put my boots on and wear my sword.” She lifted her chin again, head tilting slightly to the side. “And I am sure my boots will be quite uncomfortable on you... that and I doubt your father will take kindly to us cross-dressing.”

It was a legitimate concern. It would be bad enough if she had actually gone to the throne room wearing Nilo’s crown, boots, and coat. She was sure no matter how much the king liked her, that he would not appreciate what could be considered a rather mocking display, which it was... just meant in good humor. Especially considering that he was receiving rather bad news that wouldn’t help his mood much. But then have his son come in wearing her boots and sword? No doubt the whole castle would implode and just collapse in on itself. Either that or catch fire due to the monarch’s bad mood, which did come from a reasonable place.

Kicking off his boots, which was relatively easy considering their size on her, the woman stood up and walked over to the man, lifting the crown from her head. “But, I won’t make you wear it to the throne room,” she finally conceded out loud, to make clear that the terms of the compromise would be good enough and save them both from embarrassment due to stubborn wills. Gennadius reached up to place it on his head, having to go on her toes to do so, especially considering she didn’t have the extra inch or so her boots afforded her. “You’ll probably have to fix it,” she chuckled, knowing there was a good chance she would put it on crooked.

But perhaps the most remarkable thing about it all was the fact that the incident with his torso was forgotten for the moment, lost in light of their new playful banter.

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Nilo laughed at her exclamation, hands raising to catch the boot that was hurled at him. Her pouting had been rather hilarious and although he would have certainly allowed her to go in her ridiculous get-up, he knew it would have been too embarrassing for her and they both would have gotten an earful. Even so, the man considered her reaction a small win considering she hadn’t expected him to give her his boots whatsoever, nonetheless actually agree to go along with it. “Are you really sure you don’t want to go out like that? You look dapper.” He asked her playfully.

“You are in no position to be making demands, Miss Des Arluin, none! I did not say I would wear your clothes, that was all you.” The man propped a hand upon his hip in a no-nonsense manner, “You get two minutes with the crown, no more than that.” Nilo huffed, though couldn’t resist a snort at the thought of his father’s reaction to them “cross-dressing”. No doubt the king would scold the two of them for such a childish display, especially during these serious times. Except, the prince didn’t exactly want to be serious nor did he even want to attend the meeting. He just wanted to ensure children were not wrongfully punished for the crimes of their parents. It happened too often and Nilo wanted to prevent one incident if the idea were to cross his angry father’s mind.

Nilo bent his head as she reached up to place it on his head, which was a rather failed attempt. Though the man wordlessly adjusted it, the cool metal familiar yet foreign, given as he never wore it. How deeply buried in his drawer had been a testament to that. “See, it’s nothing important,” The man gestured to the headwear, scowling, “Maybe I’ll just have it resized to fit your head, given as you seem obsessed with this thing.” He flicked the golden object in disdain, huffing at her before handing her the boot she threw at him back and walking over to the couch, slipping his own back on and retying his laces with quick, nimble fingers.

He leaned back on the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “Are you satisfied with this? It’s just a crown, nothing important. My father’s crown is much more flashy and luxurious, you should focus on his rather than mine. It had diamond instead of sapphire, aquamarine, or whatever stone is in those holes.” Nilo chuckled, glancing up at his crown, “I had one before my current one, but Connor’s father made this one for me when we first started training with swords. Guess it’s cause that was me entering manhood?” Nilo laughed, “Not sure myself, but I’ve had it ever since.” He explained, remembering his excitement when he and his brother had first received theirs.

It was definitely true that the situation regarding his scars had been forgotten, the man's mood brightened and his usual optimism returning. He didn’t think about it often, only when he needed to change or when Gennadius had mentioned it, but it was always there. It was a rather big, yet silent problem that one usually wouldn’t notice, but of course, she would have noticed. She knew him far too well to not notice his change in behavior. It was both a blessing and a curse in a way. The man knew he needed to work on it, but he also didn’t want to because it was already a difficult journey and he wasn’t looking to make it harder, even if it needed to be done.

Nilo shifted on the couch, stretching his body out rather comically with a yawn, doing a once-over of the room again. He was still shocked everything had been cleaned up and was so spotless, but was beyond grateful for it. “So, are you serious about coming with me to this meeting?” He questioned, tilting his head, “You don’t have to, you know, I’m not going to pout. I know these things aren’t exactly appealing. I’m just going to ensure my father doesn’t froth at the mouth.” He would be grateful for her presence, but he was also aware that such things were not appealing, especially since he may end up fighting with his father.

“Plus I know you have opinions you’ll be dying to share, but won’t be able to,” Nilo pointed out, though he wasn’t necessarily trying to discourage her from attending, “I fear you may combust in my throne room.” A soft laugh escaped him as the man was rather fond of her strong will and outspokenness, even if it wasn’t always the most professional. Not that the prince was the epitome of professionalism. No, the man had his moments of acting like a prince, but the majority of the time he was an overgrown man-child with a love for flowers.

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Gennadius was pleased when he allowed her to place it on his head, adjusting it so it looked as it was meant to. Taking a step back, she couldn’t help her smile, though he was scowling, making it clear he was not overly please with the circumstances of being made to wear it. Though it was endearing that he had agreed to anyway, considering he seemed to loathe it about as much as she loathed dresses. Which was loathing indeed.

“We both know you wouldn’t resize it since that one was made for you. Besides, I’m a colonel and we don’t wear crowns,” she pointed out, ignoring the fact that she was soon to take on the title of princess. It was one of the things that she was not really happy about, having no real interest in holding any title or status beyond her current one. She didn’t want to be ruler or bear the power the position held. No, that was the last thing in the world she wanted, but Nilo was the only thing in the world she did, which meant she was sacrificing her comfort for him.

She moved over to the sofa, placing her boots on the floor but not putting them on, instead taking a step back to look him over some more. “I am rather satisfied, but I will say I like it.” What made him hate it so much? She couldn’t help but wonder, considering as he stated, the crown was made for him, and clearly reflected that. It didn’t exactly look uncomfortable either, which was one of her main complaints with the dresses. She found them to be annoyingly tight and somewhat restricting. And where the hell were you supposed to hide weapons in it?

Gennadius moved closer again, sitting on the arm of the sofa and leaning back, her arms crossing over her chest. “Personally, I think you should wear the thing more often. I like how it looks. It fits you well.” Strangely enough, she found it attractive on him, but that was one of the things she wasn’t going to say out loud, though she thought it. The woman wasn’t exactly sure what it was about it, her head tilting some as she fell into silence to simply gaze at the item that adorned his head. Maybe it was how the gems matched his eyes and contrasted so beautifully with his hair while the gold complimented them both?

His voice pulled her from her analysis and her gaze snapped to meet his. Catching what she was asking, she nodded and leaned up, swiveling her feet so they were resting on the cushion, her knees propped up some as she moved to rest her elbows on them and her head in her hands. “Of course I’ll go with you. They nearly killed me too so it only seems right I attend. Though I really am going to be more there for you, since you are correct, it's not exactly what a person wants to do with their day.”

Her smile grew some and she shrugged. “But if I’m with you, I can’t ask for much more. And I think I can survive keeping my mouth shut!” the woman laughed, reaching out to swat the man, “and I will not go combusting in your throne room either. I am simply attending so I can see how such proceedings works. And to make sure you don’t kill your father or vice vera. A baby sitter might be in order for the two of you.” She had heard about some of the fights the two had gotten into over the years. How couldn’t one with a staff who simply loved to gossip.

Gennadius moved off the arm of the sofa to sprawl herself on top of him, as if he were her own personal cushion, which, for all intents and purposes, he really was. Stretching out, she rested her back against his chest, arms reaching behind her to wrap around his neck. “I suppose we should eventually meander over there,” came the sigh as she wiggled some to nestle in a bit closer and get more comfortable. “What all do you think will happen?” she inquired, tilting her head back and to the side some, curious as to how these things usually worked.

However, she didn’t really expect anything pretty. “What should I expect considering I’ve never been around for anything quite like this, and I highly doubt it is different than me punishing one of the soldiers.” Gennadius certainly expected a death sentence, which she had no problems or arguments with. That fit well with her opinions, but she wasn’t sure exactly how such things went, whether it was just a large amount of yelling, a calm proclamation of their fate, or something entirely different. Would they be given a chance to speak or go totally defenseless?


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