Sorry, I've Been Eating Dessert

He woke up alone the morning after the nightmares, but he hadn’t suffered through another bad dream. Still, since that night his mind was often occupied by thoughts of Fenmyre’s King. Erystotle just wasn’t sure he completely understood. He knew without a doubt he belonged to the monarch, every hair was owned by the King. To think that he would also take his heart seemed unfathomable and yet… He’d held him, he’d kept him safe and chased away the nightmares. He’d taken away the monsters and the curse. Chimera was so serious and stern, but he’d been so soft and warm that night.

Erys couldn’t decide anything about anything. He was feeling things that hadn’t surfaced in years. He had always been a hard worker, but somehow it felt even more worthwhile working hard for Chimera. The King took him out for some more physical work. Slowly Erys was returning to fighting fit, though he’d never fought anyone in his life. He worked as quietly as Chimera, picking up on the pattern his Master was laying down. Never once did he feel hesitant to ask a question or clarification. But it didn’t take long and he was moving at a pace similar to the King’s.

Naturally he was quiet and demure, but he found himself stealing glances towards the man who now owned him. So strange and different from anyone who previously held his chain. Though he always seemed like he was holding himself back, putting up a tough front. Always having his attention elsewhere.. Like he was trying too hard to remember Erys was his servant. But teh slave had gotten a taste of what he’d forgotten affection was supposed to feel like and now he felt himself yearning for it and for Chimera’s approval. The man worked quietly, moving through the debris so he might be able to stand closer to the King.