the shepherd boy

A blush wandered his features as Tyrian leaned close enough to offer a distracted kiss on Lachlan’s forehead. If there was anything in the world he enjoyed more than being a shepherd it was basking in the King’s affection. His heart jumped, but the feeling was tamped down from the situation ahead of them. The creepy mists and the tension in the air. The feeling like the next shoe was going to drop at any moment. Beyond the feeling the night brought there was no real clue as to the feelings they shared, but as Tyrian said it felt like something bad could happen tonight. ”It really does,” he returned softly as his pale shoulder leaned heavily against Tyrian.

”A fox?” He asked quietly, ”Purple fox?” He questioned further. There was a little chill that raced up his spine, he wasn’t sure if it was because of the atmosphere or just being so close to Tyrian. Thankfully a fox wasn’t a threat to full grown sheep, for the most part, and they had no new lambs to worry about. Still, if it thought it would make itself at home and wait for the lambs to start dropping in the spring they would be in trouble.

”Maybe we’d get premium prices if it turned the sheep purple.” He chuckled as he tried to cover his nervousness with humor.