You Didn't Make the Naughty List

Erys felt like his life had always been a roller coaster, he’s always been chased by the curse of some unknown god. He was supposed to be dead, many times over. After all of it he could hardly believe himself landing here. Chimera made clear he was not a wolf to be trifled with, and Erys had heeded that warning. He did as he was told, and more. Life here was becoming pleasant, and now the King himself held him through a terrible nightmare. It was too much to fall back asleep from so quickly.

From what he gathered so far, Queen Aliana, and the consort Dalila had both been servants to the King at one time. Now Dalila was raising his child and Aliana was obviously, his Queen. The man’s arms around him now should have been no great surprise. He was favored by the King, but what do to about that information was yet to be seen, obviously whatever was desired of him.

Chimera wasn’t asleep. Erys felt him shift slightly as he spoke in return, caching easily the unspoken words that remained behind Erystotle’s lips. Chimera reminded him that life was a nightmare but that he would make him a deal. A vow of sorts. Everything, give the King all of himself and he would forever be guarded from the nightmare.

”I am yours, my King.” He returned just as softly, feeling a nervous shiver race over his skin as he spoke it. He’d never been loved before. Used, taken from, beat into submission.. But never cared about or doted on. He’d never been held so tenderly. Could he try and hope to hold a position like Dalila or Aliana? To belong to the King in more ways than master over slave. To maybe feel like he really belonged in loving arms.