To Hold

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So, I was asked to add more action or fluff so I shall try. Though as you can tell I am following the story pretty close, and however I will start to stray from that a little.

And look! I updated earlier ... enjoy



--Gwendal POV--



Why does that lie still taste bitter on my tongue? I know I was deluding myself from the beginning thinking that we could be anything more than king and servant, yet it was a pleasant illusion.

So, right now I am stuck in a cage, a very primitive cage at that; it is made out of wood! Who makes a portable prison out of wood? If I was not so worried about his mastery, I would have broken out and fled. But running away while still attached to him would be problematic.



‘But you could carry him? Just throw him over your shoulder and make a run for it. Maybe to a nice deserted area …’ sometimes I wished that little voice would keep quiet at moments like these. Here I am trying to remove all those kind of thoughts.



“S-sorry. I dragged us into something problematic. It turned out just the way you feared.” I look up to see a gloomy look on the king’s face. He was right though, I knew something like this would happen, it always does in regards to him. But that doesn’t mean I have to agree out loud.



“You are really different” was all that came to mind. Sometimes it is obvious that he is not from this land. He is too kind to have grown up here, something that I am regretful to say I am grateful for. For if he did grow up here, he would not be the person he is now.



Though I guess curiosity got the better of me, well of lately it has. “Why do you try to get yourself into the middle of things?” Does he not understand the danger he gets himself in every time he gets involved in other people’s problems? If Conrad was any other man, he would have gone gray by now.



“You’re the king. You could leave the country to your subjects and take it easy at the castle.” Just like mother did. Though I already know his spirit will not allow him to take things ‘easy’. I wonder if he even knows what ‘easy’ means.



“I don’t really know how to take it easy” was his sheepish reply, though unfortunately for me it was the wrong answer.



‘If he is this determined about small matter, just think what he would be like in bed! If that does not do it, then think about how he can not take things easy. Oh all of the pos …’ I cut that voice off before it could go any further. And great, now I can not get that idea out of my head.



‘He won’t be a push over in bed, always wanting to be involved in the activities. Could you picture it? You two on your bed, the lights are dimmed; you on top of him, slowly caressing him his body, he shivers in response to your touch. Him wiggling under you, like he did just this morning? Yet I doubt he would be a passive party, I think he would be very involved. He would no doubt try and copy your actions, heck he might go even further and bolder than your own. When your hesitation become too much for the young king to handle, he might take the initiate, maybe your positions would be reversed? Him on top of you, with you at his mercy. His smaller hands exploring your exposed chest, making you shiver from delight? His hands would not be as slow as yours, but movements that would reflect his determination and curiosity. He would be bold, but have a blush on his face during all of it, though I wonder if the rest of him would be flushed. Then the question comes, would his red cheeks really be passed for a blush or for passion? Though maybe instead of using his hands he might become bolder and use his mou …’



STOP! Oh god, that was not necessary! That last thing I need right now in close quarters with him, is a hard on. What if he can see it, what if the guards see it? That would be enough of an excuse to hide in a dark room for a couple of years. I need to get my mind off of that unwanted … okay, not unwanted, but poorly timed visual.

I am further broken out of my internal turmoil when I realize the king is much closer than before. When did he move?



“Your highness …” though the words stop in my throat when I see the worry in his eyes. What could he possible be worry about?



“Are you sure you’re okay? You look a little … well …” he words die out as he places his cool hand on my forehead. “You feel warm, do you have a fever?” Do I have a fever, if only he knew why I was ‘feverish’.

“I am fine, it is jus the heat” and my answer seems to satisfy him as his hand retreats from my face. “Where do you think they are taking us?” is he concerned question, and a good one at that.



“To their court of justice most likely” I see worry cross his face again and wonder what he is scared of. “Are you scared you’re Highness?”



“Just a little … yes” was his meek answer.



“Come here” I motion for him to come closer. Not entirely too sure why I am doing this, maybe I do not want to face reality just yet.



He does not hesitate in the least, and quickly sits between my legs. I bend both my legs on either side of him, almost as shield. His back is against my chest, and my arms rest on my knees. A ring of protection …

“Thank you” is the quiet reply accompanied with a sigh.



“Do you have any hobbies you like to do? Money, fine cuisine … women?” I break the award silence that has fallen between us, or maybe only I feel the awardness. Why did I ask about women?



‘You are trying to figure out what team he bats for … hahaha … you know his engagement with your brother is a misunderstanding …’ shut up.



“Money, fine cuisine and women … well I am only fifteen and have no real need for any of those. Hobbies … I love baseball more than anything.” Baseball, I have seen Conrad and him playing that sometimes when I come to the castle. Maybe I should learn more about this hobby of his.



“Then why not play baseball to your heart’s content” it is a simple solution, if he loves playing it then he should play it.



“I have been for almost ten years” I can not help but be a little surprised, ten years. Does that mean … “It’s something you can do without the title of Maou?”



“As long as you have passion” he says with one of those smiles.



‘As long as you have passion, well isn’t that something. Wonder what else he is passionate about?’ the little voice said while wiggling its eyebrows.



“Then how about something that costs more money …?” As much as I dislike ‘chit chats’, who am I to turn down an opportunity to learn more about him.



“Why? Is using the people’s tax money for my own purpose what a king should do?” was his mature answer and an answer I am proud of. I can not help but smile at his response. He will make a great Maoh. With a little bit more time, experience and knowledge, he might bring order to this hectic world.



“Those who have authority yearn to use those powers.” I say quietly, for I have seen first hand people with power misuse it and even abuse it. I do not wish for that to happen again, and I guess my fears were misplaced with him. He may be naïve, but his heart is in the right place.



“An extravagant kingship isn’t my thing. Although the only person I can model myself after is …” my mother, she is not the best role model for him. “She’s a mature women and I’m just a baseball boy. Of course we won’t turn out the same. That being the case, I might as well be myself and do what I usually do.”



“Besides … If I do something completely irrational, you guys will be there to stop me.” I can not help but be taken back from his comment. Be there to stop him? Is he referring to the times that the Maoh took over him? Is he scared that he might do something he will regret later on?



I am not too sure what possessed me, but I leaned down and kissed the top of the king’s head. He has come so far in such a short time. Though I wonder what kind of man he will be when he grows up; no doubt a fair and compassionate ruler and most of all, a ruler of the heart. I pull him a little closer and rest one side of my face in his hair.



“Hey, you now, you ...” he was stopped along with the cart. My smile vanishes and I lift my head from its resting place. I guess this is our stop.





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I have somewhat re-written this chapter after Gwendal’s little voice play by play. For the few reviews that I have received, they have asked me for more fluffy. And I have realized that if I stick to the original story it would be hard to add in such fluffiness. I am almost tempted to go back and edit some of the previous chapters, but I am too lazy. Maybe when this fic is finished I might edit some things, though nothing huge/major. Anywho, I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. Please review.