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wrapped themselves in their own robes and walked together to the large corner room where the prince kept his ornate tunics along with other fine garments and shoes. The same servants Lyrion had seen on his first day at the palace had already stoked the fire and were heating an entire row of buckets. Twin tubs stood ready at one side of the hearth.
“You may go,” Kevris said with a wave, dismissing the servants as soon as they had poured the water into the tubs. “We are perfectly capable of washing ourselves and would prefer to soak privately.”
The two left without argument. Relieved that they would not be watching him or listening to their conversation, Lyrion shed his robe and lowered himself into one of the tubs. He noticed Kevris glancing over at the mark as he stepped into the other.
Resting his head back against the edge of the tub, Lyrion let his thoughts drift and his body melt into the comfort of the warm, scented water. The palace had so many delights he could never have imagined in his own village. His son would be happy here and want for nothing. He would also be a prince—destined for great leadership and wealth. He allowed himself to imagine Talek as a father, his handsome face aglow with pride and affection for his son.
Yet Lyrion’s heart grew heavier as he thought of Da and Fa, Gregar and Sehru, and everyone else he had been forced to leave behind. He even missed the bleating of the azhi herd that awakened him each morning. At the time he had been foolish enough to complain about being roused from bed so early and expected to share in the chores. Now he would have welcomed the homey noises that had annoyed him then. And Da and Fa would work their small farm alone. No doubt Alderman Igby had withdrawn his offer of land by now. Perhaps he assumed he was the very reason Lyrion had disappeared.
Gradually he saw Kevris climbing out of his bath and reaching for a drying cloth. Since the water in his own tub had begun to cool, Lyrion followed his example. While he was still patting down his skin, Kevris rolled his cloth out on the floor in front of the hearth and stretched out on it. Casually he rubbed at his cock with his fingertips for a few moments. It looked very different without the jewelry, Lyrion marveled—more natural, of course, and somehow more powerful.
He decided to join Kevris in front of the fireplace. The two lay comfortably naked with the heat drying their skin.
“I like this. It makes me comfortable,” Lyrion said. He was tempted to touch his own cock, now that he felt warm and tingly from the bath, but he managed to restrain himself. “I have never known anyone quite like you before, Kevris.”
“I’m sure you haven’t,” Kevris said. His smile seemed more genuine this time—not one of his usual smirks.
“May I ask you some questions? I have so much to learn about this place and the people here.”
“Ask what you want. I’ll answer what I can—providing ’tis nothing I need to keep secret for my own preservation.”
Lyrion did not quite understand what that meant, but he forged ahead. “Where do you come from? Have you a home someplace nearby?”
Kevris shrugged. “I have always been a drifter. I scarcely remember my own village, which I left as a barely grown boy. I won’t burden you with the details of my actions when I left home—suffice to say I did what I had to in order to survive. Those years took their toll on me, though. By the time I made my way to the palace and gained entrance as a servant, I had little memory of my old home.”
His casual tone surprised Lyrion. “That did not make you miserable?”
“No. In fact, I preferred it. Those I left behind did not wish to see me for who I really was. Perhaps they could not have in any case.” He paused, his brows sinking on his forehead. “They were simple people, and I suppose they meant well in their own way, but there was no way I could have lived among them.”
“Was it because of…your
“You may go,” Kevris said with a wave, dismissing the servants as soon as they had poured the water into the tubs. “We are perfectly capable of washing ourselves and would prefer to soak privately.”
The two left without argument. Relieved that they would not be watching him or listening to their conversation, Lyrion shed his robe and lowered himself into one of the tubs. He noticed Kevris glancing over at the mark as he stepped into the other.
Resting his head back against the edge of the tub, Lyrion let his thoughts drift and his body melt into the comfort of the warm, scented water. The palace had so many delights he could never have imagined in his own village. His son would be happy here and want for nothing. He would also be a prince—destined for great leadership and wealth. He allowed himself to imagine Talek as a father, his handsome face aglow with pride and affection for his son.
Yet Lyrion’s heart grew heavier as he thought of Da and Fa, Gregar and Sehru, and everyone else he had been forced to leave behind. He even missed the bleating of the azhi herd that awakened him each morning. At the time he had been foolish enough to complain about being roused from bed so early and expected to share in the chores. Now he would have welcomed the homey noises that had annoyed him then. And Da and Fa would work their small farm alone. No doubt Alderman Igby had withdrawn his offer of land by now. Perhaps he assumed he was the very reason Lyrion had disappeared.
Gradually he saw Kevris climbing out of his bath and reaching for a drying cloth. Since the water in his own tub had begun to cool, Lyrion followed his example. While he was still patting down his skin, Kevris rolled his cloth out on the floor in front of the hearth and stretched out on it. Casually he rubbed at his cock with his fingertips for a few moments. It looked very different without the jewelry, Lyrion marveled—more natural, of course, and somehow more powerful.
He decided to join Kevris in front of the fireplace. The two lay comfortably naked with the heat drying their skin.
“I like this. It makes me comfortable,” Lyrion said. He was tempted to touch his own cock, now that he felt warm and tingly from the bath, but he managed to restrain himself. “I have never known anyone quite like you before, Kevris.”
“I’m sure you haven’t,” Kevris said. His smile seemed more genuine this time—not one of his usual smirks.
“May I ask you some questions? I have so much to learn about this place and the people here.”
“Ask what you want. I’ll answer what I can—providing ’tis nothing I need to keep secret for my own preservation.”
Lyrion did not quite understand what that meant, but he forged ahead. “Where do you come from? Have you a home someplace nearby?”
Kevris shrugged. “I have always been a drifter. I scarcely remember my own village, which I left as a barely grown boy. I won’t burden you with the details of my actions when I left home—suffice to say I did what I had to in order to survive. Those years took their toll on me, though. By the time I made my way to the palace and gained entrance as a servant, I had little memory of my old home.”
His casual tone surprised Lyrion. “That did not make you miserable?”
“No. In fact, I preferred it. Those I left behind did not wish to see me for who I really was. Perhaps they could not have in any case.” He paused, his brows sinking on his forehead. “They were simple people, and I suppose they meant well in their own way, but there was no way I could have lived among them.”
“Was it because of…your
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