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[Teesie]

The king was awaiting the plate that the soldier was cooking. The man would have to give the enemy a plate so he wouldn't starve. It would regenerate the other so that he could recover faster. The tactician couldn't let the man just die. If he was to die then the man wouldn't be able to get the information that he had wanted. That would be a failure because he wanted the diamonds.

 

Grabbing the plate that the man had fixed he walked underneath the deck. The knight seemed to be sleep this would be troublesome to wake the other if he was a heavy sleeper that is. Groaning Exus put the plate down. Taking care of an Alstreim mutt was the last thing that the raven haired man wanted to do. It was all so stressful.

 

Walking to the other he placed his hand on the chin of the male staring at him. "Wake up." he said softly shaking the other. Sighing he slapped the commander harshly across the cheek. "Do you want food or not?" he grabbed the keys to the restraints and unlocked them watching the man fall. "You won't be free for long you should eat before I return." walking to the entrance of the door. Stopping in his steps he waited. No he would stay to give the other company. Turning he leaned against the wall staring at Chrone.

[gin]

Would someone normally spank a person when waking him? The answer's NO. Chrone groggily replied with a light groan as he tried to open his eyes. After being released, in his dazed moments, he flat out sprawled at the floor causing a heavy "thud" at its creaking floor. As he smelled food on the floor, all his mind could register was EAT, at all cost.

 

In all fours, the knight tried to stand or even sit, but his shaking arms and legs weren't cooperating properly. He really looked lame, like a newborn calf trying to walk. At least for the last moment he tried to lean his right arm at the floor, managing to lift the upper part of his body.

 

He cupped the food with his shaking hands, since he wasn't given any utensils. He didn't cared what he looked like as of the moment, as long as he could feed himself, he could cast food etiquette aside without minding the spectators. His parched throat wanted a drink since it's hard eating the food, even his saliva was nowhere to be found. His caverns were dry as he forced chew the food down to his throat, securely eating them so he won't choke. It really was strange, for a man who's prepared for his death earlier to eat in this moment. Even Chrone couldn't believe it, his starvation seemed to be the utmost priority.

 

The knight could feel a fever lingering inside, as he hissed whenever his wounds grazed at the cold wooden floor. Done with his food, he turned his body, facing the ceiling as his vision was trying to fix at the swaying chains above him.

 

----.... as he summoned the oxygen to fill his lungs properly. Though all of his body went numb, at least his throat was spared for the restraints, even just for a minute. The male again was in a daze, reminiscing the screams of his countrymen a midst the bloody battle.

[Teesie]

The king watched the other male scuffle to get his food though he succeeded after a while. Giving the Alstreim mutt food so he could survive... how pathetic. Boat swaying slightly as the storm had really begun the male knew it would happen soon or later. Walking closer to the enemy knight as he was done with his food he picked the plate up to set on a table. Chrone seemed to be in a dazed state, not that the tactician actually cared.

 

"Are you dying?" the man teased in a serious way. It was funny that such a swordsman of Alstreim was awaiting recovery. He was weak and useless with no strength to defend himself. Exus thought it was quite comical to seem so pathetic. Where had all that strength went, the male was like dead weight. Approaching the other he sat beside him looking at the mutt. They could settle a small deal. One that the king thought would most certainly work.

 

"This could be much easier if you complied to my wills. I wouldn't have to work as much." looking at the other. "Maybe so spare you to be a personal knight of my own." the raven haired man already knew of the insults the other would say, or if the man may say anything at all. He wasn't looking so well to be honest. If the other died he was pretty sure someone else knew of the treasure, but that was a thin chance.

 

Chrome Wilde was someone that Exus knew of though. The man actually knew of the sister the male had, but not the name of the brat. It would be an easy victory if they took a hold of the girl, albeit they didn't know of her whereabouts. Feelings were all a weakness a easier way to make yourself completely useless. The tactician had nothing so precious to him he only had a zeal for power and power alone.

[gin]

The King approached him. Chrone hadn't realized there's someone in there until he'd snapped away back to reality. And there he goes again, with his desire to rule over him. Chrone, laying down on the swaying ship, wanted to rip that mouth of his. He's way too noisy. Talk about him suggesting to be the Bastard's knight. Bloody hell, that won't happen. The male just looked sideways, staring at the dark corner since there's nothing left to stare. The knight wanted badly to evade that hideous face. Though it wasn't really hideous, but Sir Wilde really hated him--everything about him.

 

"Nah. Done talking to yourself?" He weakly said, still not facing the self-proclaimed king of the barbarian country.

 

"And it's much easier, if you keep your mouth shut," He retorted at his 'much easier' phrases. Can't be helped, Chrone hated losing into tongue fights. He couldn't stay silent for a long time, though most of the danger come's from the way he's speaking.

 

Even when he's wearing commoner's clothes, some people might thought of him as a thug than a normal male. He'd already chosen a carefree life together with his beloved sister on the forest. He just enters the palace, doing his duty as the knight and then back to his normal routine at the forest. He didn't own an extravagant mansion, despite all his wealth. The second highest in rank, living at a bricked house; residing at a secluded yet safe place to stay. That little self-respect and fear to nobles were the things he caught from his free lifestyle.

 

 

 

 

[Teesie]

The king wouldn't grimace at the other's word he was already expecting them. Such a foul mouth creature was so predictable. The male couldn't hold his sassy comments even if his life depended on it, like now. Chuckling at the enemy's answer the king looked to the window where the sea was crashing against the window harshly. Every few time it would maybe so seep through the window but never enough to flood the boat.

 

"I see that your not an easy man to work with. Sire Chrone Wilde. How is your younger sister, I hope all is well with her." the king was teasing the man to let him know he knew more about him than he thought. The reaction to this would be quiet hilarious. Though maybe the Alstreim mutt would give him nothing to laugh for. That was what Alstreim mutts tried the hardest to not do ... give in to anger. That was a pledge of their's after all.

 

Shifting to get more comfortable he looked at the male. The tactician already had plans for the man in front of him. His personal slave once they were in the kingdom. It would quench the hunger he had for deliver pain. Such a turn on, was being a man of delivering pain that bad? Giving the other a look he watched him smirking at his words. Such a pain in the ass. The tactician had to definitely use him as his toy.

[gin]

"OI, DON'T YOU LAY A FUCKING FINGER AT HER!!!" At a sudden moment, Wilde heaved himself a little bit, like casting a cheap magic at his upper body. The bastard really got the nerve to speak about his sister! He immediately knew that this was bad. If that bastard knew her whereabouts then Wilde will be doomed. From the looks of it, the king didn't know her specific whereabouts. The knight really had thanked himself for not living at a striking place where they could be easily located. It was a forest, far enough from the kingdom and was resting at its borders.

 

Chrone's eyes were ignited with flames as he'd stricken another objective. An objective where he'll kill the man before he could find his sister. Chrone knew that the male would use her as a way for him to spill the secrets of the Empire. Damn, he even heard in his head his subordinates teasing him for having a serious case of sister complex. Well that's a given since he's living with her his entire life.

 

And to top it off, seeing the male, his smiles were starting to creep the knight. He should go back at his goddamn deck and enjoy his daily luxuries rather than pestering him! If he wasn't really in that condition, he could've sworn he'd broke that window and immediately jump at the ship. Dumb luck! He might even return home.

 

"Keep your smiles to yourself, it's creeping me out dude." He lay down again as he inched backward from the creepy bastard.

[Teesie]

"I can tell that your sister is a weakness of your, but don't worry I'm not after her. I have no use for her besides killing of course...that is... If you don't give me the information I need." he smirked he knew that this would send a fiery passion of hatred through the male. Jumping away from the other's weak attempt of striking, the king stared at the commander.

 

"After all if she is killed it would be all your fault not mine. I just want the information is all." leaning against the wall that led up to the deck. The tactician mow has entertainment Alstreim dogs were hilarious in the least. Well, a jester is all they were good to be. All except the swordsman Chrone Wilde. Watching the other closely he closed his eyes.

 

This could be a lot calmer for the curses leaving the other's mouth. "Just shut up." the tactician didn't have much patience for anything that being less when dealing with a mutt. Though the dark haired male would admit that this mutt was actually handsome. Not that he would tell the other that he despised all of them. They were greedy and tends to portray something they weren't.

[gin]

As if he'd known the place. The knight couldn't even describe the hatred that he was feeling upon seeing the king. He immediately grabbed one of his armored boots and hurled it into the enemy's face. From the weak attempt of throwing, Chrone had knew that the other male luckily evaded it. Damn that reflexes of his!!

 

"Touch her and I'll really kill you!" His eyes staring at the latter's orbs. His panting had taken a turn for the worst, his fever was starting to kick in. But all Chrone can do was lay down. He placed his swollen hands under his armpits, the cold ground had made the knight shiver. Achoo* his sneeze were inevitable. Chrone wasn't expecting that he could get sick so easily. Everything inside him was completely in a mess. Even the him as of the moment couldn't distinguish dreams and reality; from his delirious state.

 

"kay---fine I'll zip it." It's not like he wanted to converse with the other male that badly. In case Chrone hadn't knew, he's just completely wasting his energy. The male turned his body away from the king. He really hope he'd left the place. The king had caused him much agony; physically, mentally and emotionally. How he'd wished to lay on a warm and comfortable bed, but that's just his whim and it couldn't happen under this cruel king.

[Teesie]

This male would be hard to work with as if the king would give him anything more than what he needed to survive. Maybe if the other was a willing capture he would hive him something for his traitorous deed. Pushing his body from the wall he walked up the stairs to the deck. "If I leave you be would you try to cause mischief or should I place you back on your restraints." the king would actually take the other's word for this. The man seemed too weak to cause trouble anyways.

 

Kicking his boots against the steps he frowned a little before looking toward the window as more water seeped into the boat's window rolling along the crack of the wooden floor toward the commander. The tactician let out a chuckle he could see by the way the other was shivering that he was cold trying desperately to hold onto to his heat. Walking forward he stood at the entrance waiting for the other's answer.

 

The sudden rock of the ship made the man stumble. This would be strong currents but never enough to cause a disaster. Exus was already a little upset that they had to stop on town on an island tomorrow for a restock of food. That wasn't know to him until they had their feast. He hated stopping at those filthy places they were no place for a king of his standard. The other would have to come along for he couldn't stay io the ship all alone. There was no telling what damage the boy would cause.

[gin]

He better not be chaining him up again, Chrone protested inside his head. He was really tired retorting to the other's harsh and sarcastic remarks. Chrone just didn't budge from where he was lying.

 

As the male felt some water on his side, he accidentally shivered and scurried at the other side of the room. The shivers were starting to worsen, add to the fact that the water had entered his wounds. It was infection and cold clashing inside of him. He tightly closed his eyes, feeling his teeth tightly shut with the intensity of the cold he was having. Whenever the knight breathe, it would form a quick fog atop his mouth and nose. The chilly air of winter had finally entered his skin.

 

Keeping himself check, he knew that his fever was getting worse. He couldn't even see clearly as to where that evil king was standing anymore. All he could do was keep his mouth shut, conserving what energy was still in stored, if he had any. Perhaps, he'll be giving the other a silent treatment from now on, answering no question from him. That idea might not sound bad from Chrone's mind.

 

Though he casted aside these ideas aside, when a huge amount of water had clashed at his face. Eyes wide awake, he coughed hardly, spitting out what salt water had entered him. The male tightly clasped his hands while his body was starting to suffer from severe convulsion.

 

--I never thought that I would die from a cheap thing like this. He thought as he tightly shut his eyes.

[Teesie]

The Alstreim mutt had seemed to be giving him the silent treatment but that was fine with the dark haired male. If the boy desired no answers then it would desire no sympathy for him to beat the other. Sighing he glanced away from the man; he guess that he could leave the man on the floor of the chamber there was nothing he could do to harm anyone. Chrone Wilde was a proud commander he could see but it will all break in a shatter of agony soon.

 

Pacing to the entrance of the opening he walked upon the deck. The wind was strong nearly making the tactician stumble as he gripped onto the wall beside him. Waves crashing to the boat it shook the ship with much force managing to make Exus fall against the wall. Grunting, the man stood once again and pushed away from the wall heading to his own personal room. He needed to think something over.

 

Opening the door to the room he stepped to his bed to sit down. What exactly would the raven haired male do with Chrone tomorrow? If their was any suspicion toward the king it would be trouble. The man didn't want to deal with island police for inspections of hurting a crew member, though Chrone wasn't a member; but once in the town he would have to repect the other. He hoped that the commander wouldn't try anything absurd. He was still a capture and if the king had to he would keep the man in line even if it did cause trouble.

[gin]

What could possibly a wounded man do? These words kept repeating inside his head. The knight tried to open his eyes sometimes and noticed that the waves were starting to get slower. He was glad that it did slowed its pace upon entering the deck. As it started to calm down, Chrone had notice something strange. Was the storm over? He opened his eyes but the clouds were still the same as before.

 

He then noticed from the window an island, the ship was too near at it. Chrone, in all fours had managed to grab himself as he leaned at the wall, heavily panting. At last he could slightly move his body, he slowly moved himself at the door. The male grinned lamely seeing that the door was slightly open. He was lucky, really lucky that the bastard had thought the he couldn't moved a bit. He isn't to be taken lightly of, in the first place.

 

From what strength he'd mustered, he stared at the edge of the ship that was closely at his distance. It might take ten short steps arriving at it and throw himself to the sea. The idea was stupid, but he really wanted to escape from him. The knight's heart raced in anticipation to escape and go back to his country. In their he could teach his men for certain tactics since he'd already a little idea what's their enemy's attitude.

 

The problem lies with escaping... The male slid at the wooden door as he was still eyeing outside. His escape was so close yet far away----

 

--please don't notice. As he wished the king won't come back for the time being; his success rate will be high, the guards were just chatting. A one in a million chance

[Teesie]

The storm had seemed to subside. Exist walked from his room at the sight of the island. That would be the town in which they restock on food and beverages. Glancing out to the sea, the wave softly bashing against the metal exterior of the ship, the tactician saw the distance to the town wasn't much. Eyes roaming over the boat he sat amongst the floor slowly rubbing the wood with his nails. He expected to have this over in less than an hour he wasn't known to be a patient man. If the tactician stayed any longer than he had to things wouldn't be so great for the villagers.

 

Cheering and singing was heard through the surrounding as the villagers from the town had what looked to be a festival. What could they possible be celebrating? The raven haired man sighed he wasn't much for so much noise. The man just wanted a silent place to shop for food and return to the ship then head to the kingdom. Sighing he just watched the dark clouds seem to fade in the distance. The storm was over so now they wouldn't have to stay on the island for saftey. Exus was thankful for that at least.

 

The ship edging more toward the small town Exus grimaced to that fact. The place looked dirty and full of filthy mutts. These people looked to disgust him more than the Alstreim troops. Standing once again he walked toward the edge of the boat just watching as they were only feet away from the town at this point. The citizen had food outlines across the floor and small shops set up outside to sell merchandise. Watching the villagers dance and sing was already getting on his nerves the king groaned before turning away. This was all going to be a stressful stop for him.

[gin]

The knight was frantically searching for a right time to escape. His heart almost leaped upon seeing the king going out from his room. --This isn't good... The male, in his feverish state, almost throw another boot to the king.

 

--A boot to the head. If it'll land perfectly atop the other. No time for lame jokes, Chrone was surveying the king's move.

 

At last he saw the king turned to the other side, looking at the whole island itself. He'd already taken the risk of slowly moving away from the small chamber. As he tiptoed through, the boards were creaking like crazy. It's a whole set of an action slash thrilling film. His moves weren't as swift, thanks to his deep wounds and a pile of fractured bones.

 

As if in slow motion, only two steps towards the edge, the king had turned towards his direction. --SHIT His eyes were wide open as he saw the king running towards his direction. Chrone's desperation had led him to throw his body. But the male didn't felt the splash, all he felt was the cold breeze. Chrone felt someone grabbing his right arm harshly, the knight gulped--never will he turn his head to whoever that was. All he felt was fury, his operation failed.

 

"LET ME GO!!!!" he really screamed it all, hoping that the fishermen from the other boat would dare notice him.

[Teesie]

The land mass was in arms reach he should now get the mutt from the chamber, albeit when the male turned he was met with Chrone trying to escape. Groaning the tactician began to run toward the other. With swift hands he was able to take a hold of the other's arm reaching his other hand down to grab onto his shirt. The Alstreim mutt was heavy due to all the armor. When he began to yell and flail the king nearly dripped him as soldiers padded over taking the enemy from the tactician just as the sailor looked their direction. Glaring at the man the king stared into his brown eyes. Frightened the man faced toward the direction of his boat.

 

Steering his eyes to the captured enemy he kicked him harshly in the abdomen before gripping into the collar of his shirt bringing him in close distance to his face. "You dare try to escape. That would only lead to your demise." throwing the other back onto the deck managing to make the other hit his head. The king wouldn't trust the other as far as he could throw him and with that much armor it wouldn't be far. "I would take you upon the island but you deserve. To be restrained. Take him back to the chamber." he told his troops. The other had fuck up his chances at a tour of the town.

 

He listened to see if the knight would say something. The idiot sure was a mouth full it would surprise the king if he said nothing. Turning his back to the other he walked to the edge if the boat looking as the ship met the dock. Glancing back to the Alstreim mutt he chuckled. He should be glad to stay here at least he wouldn't be embarrased in front of the villagers. The king would strike him in front of them if he was to stay something disrespectful.

[gin]

Why won't anything go in his way? After he'd met that stupid of a king all he'd experienced were merely bad luck and pain. An ogre of a brute, he couldn't even take care for the prisoner who was having such a fever. The fishermen were not helping, they're already consumed by fear. --such weak soul.

 

Pissed by the soldiers constant dragging him to almost everywhere. The knight stomped his feet at the guard's foot. The latter gave a shriek and a sour face. The pissed soldier lifted his heavy arm to teach the knight his lesson. "I had enough punches and LASHES for the day, man. So beat it---" he glared at the soldier who's arm was stopped midair. Talk about someone punching a patient's gut while he was still talking to others, yes, that's definitely the King of Haeßburg-- no one else. He grimaced in pain as his body automatically cowered and shoved at the moldy room.

 

To everyone's mystery the male had again recovered some strength despite his heavy wounds. Chrone Wilde wasn't supposed to be taken lightly of, he's the only man known as 'the Knight' in all Alstreim lands.

 

The Knight had again had his another doze with the restraints. Nothing could surprise him anymore, it's always that man's way, so unethical. "...." He even averted his gaze at the king who was talking at him. He kept his mouth shut other than talking to that soldier before. Silent treatment goes to the bastard-he's done talking to him. The knight shut his eyes and pretended that the other didn't exist. Maybe it would lighten his mood and relieve his stress.

 

--just scram...get lost.

[Teesie]

The king watched the other as he openly ignored him. Hmph....he wouldn't worry about the other it was he who was setting his own agony. An agony that the king wanted to rip the man's soul in half. He would most certainly just take away the most precious thing in Chrone's life. It was what he deserved for causing him problems. Exus already wasn't known to be a nice guy maybe this Alstreim mutt had forgotten that. No matter how he plead and begged for him to stop he would continue with his actions.

 

Just continuing to think on the topic made the black haired male upset. He needed a release and he needed one now or else things wouldn't go to good in the town. He had just come to restock but the knight of the enemy mutts had angered him, then acted as if he wasn't here when he wanted the other's attention. Slowly trailing to the other he stood in arm length before trailing his nails against the other cheek. He liked the reaction he got. The hatred and repulsive look. That would be all the more perfect for what he had in mind.

 

Trailing to the other side of the room be grabbed a latern in which he placed above to light the area. He sent a smirk to the other before bringing over the lighter and a small candle. The king was intending to get some screams for his own sexual pleasure. Slowly raising the candle above the other he lit it looking into the enemie's face to see his expression. The tactician wanted to see all that be could.

[gin]

At last, finally, he'd gone away to restock the supplies as what he'd heard from the soldiers. He was at least spared for a time without that bastard pissing the hell out of him. Panting, Chrone kept staring at the window, he really wanted to escape. That was even a close call earlier.

 

The door creaked as he noticed the male went back from the island. It's so fast that it gave Chrone an obvious tsk*, he should've been killed by some thieves in the island. Though Chrone better stop with these vile thoughts since he'd been acting like the King--he's indeed viral.

 

Hoping for his attention, the latter, grabbed his chin. The knight's skin shuddered in pure disgust as his orbs were strikingly emitting hatred, like always. The male just stared at him as the king went off to the other side, grabbing something again for his entertainment.

 

Chrone had seen him holding a candle and a lighter, it didn't took him quite some time to know what it was for as the was immediately dropped at his biceps. "Grh." He bit his lower lips not trying to scream like a sissy. The sadist that he was! Chrone had finally known another side of him. Though he also was a sadist, remembering the times he bullied the traineess; but not into this extent. --What twisted game is this!?

[Teesie]

Exus watched the other intentionally not wanting to miss one expression on the knights face. He was surprisingly handsome to an extent. The king thought that all Alstreim mutts were filth and not able to be in the least beautiful. Now that Chrone was here the tactician knew that he was feeding himself lies. Steadily melting the candle he watched as it dripped to the flesh below to burn it before slowly hardening. It was all so harshly sickening, although the king enjoyed every second. The other was hissing but that wasn't what he wanted. The sounds of screams and whimpers is that of which he desired.

 

Dropping the lit candle closer to the skin he watched the wax continue to drop as he now touch the candle's flame to the pale skin beneath. The other was losing color as his suffering prolonged. Smirking the raven haired man stepped closer before trailing his tongue along the enemy's ear liking the shudder that ran through the man's body, whether it was from disgust or pleasure.

 

"If you promise to behave maybe I would actually think about not killing your precious sister." was it weird that Exus liked when the other was irate; when he pulled any kind of emotions from the male in front of him? The king wasn't worried of any strikes now seeing as Chrone was restrained. Laughing softly the leader backed away from the Alstreim mutt. He was only fun when he reacted to what the male said.

[gin]

"Argh--" caught in surprise, Chrone couldn't help but shout as the flames had started landing on his bare skin. He hissed and squirmed, trying to evade the dreadful attacks the king made. It was unbelievably the thing that opened his senses back. He wanted to shout it all out, but his pride won't let him do so.

 

The knight snarled at the pain but it won't happen anymore. His consciousness was slipping away as his fever was strengthening. The knight was left unconscious on the process of torture. --damn just let me escape to sleep

Even if the king had slapped him left to right, Chrone just couldn't bring himself to wake up. It's like his body had gone automatic shutdown, and even the pain couldn't wake him up.

"OI! Slack for a moment and I'll kill you!" as I shouted at those incompetent soldiers. They even had brought with them some girls. They should take their posts seriously. I almost gave a chuckle as I saw the bastards pleasing the ladies with their lame swordsmanship.

"All of you suck---" I gave a poker face as they'd notice that I haven't left.

"It's not that we suck-- it's just you're so good Sire-" the other one retorted. Blah, keep those sugarcoated words to yourself!

 

The echo of laughter had broken inside Chrone's head, indeed all of it was just his pleasant dreams; the lands that were at peace were then shrouded by flames...

[Teesie]

So it seemed that the commander couldn't take much more torture due to him falling unconscious from a small flame. The king sneered chuckling a little before he walked away from the other. They needed to restock on the food before they set off to the kingdom. Walking above the chamber he latched the door close, not that the enemy could get out but it was for saftey.

 

The village was as noisy as any other the king had stopped at. All of it was a nuisance and the tactician had a disgust for these filthy villagers. Walking down the narrow road to the shops in which persons sold food in dozens. The man needed rice and maybe bread. The same meal each night would get boring so Exus decided to buy meat as well.

 

After an hour or so they was once again at sea. The dark haired male couldn't take any more of the filthy, obnoxious people. He was just ready to get back to the kingdom in which they would arrive at the latest time tomorrow. Might be even after midnight, but the man just wanted to take Chrone away and make him talk. Talk of the diamonds that would grant him more power than he had. Exus wanted the gems badly; he would have to maybe torture the man again but this time it would be much different....

[gin]

Forced to unconsciousness, Chrone could still see his redundant dreams; how his soul wanted to go back to his empire. It was peaceful and tranquil, it didn't heed into war and it was prosper. Thing's do change-- The knight opened his eyes that felt like heavy rocks. His sore throat had taken for a worst as he groaned slightly. Chrone's hands dangled poorly between the restraints, even the sleep was of no help. His fever was still not going down, instead, it's getting worst.

 

--It's better to die like this .He gave a light chuckle as he turned his head to the window. He'd realize that they're still at the island. How many hours had he slept wasn't calculable by his internal clock. The male's completely worn out. Even speaking would exert lot of effort from him.

 

The male focused his gaze at the doorway, seeing a silhouette standing in front of it. Indeed, it was the king, with his sneer, always pissing him. Not like he can do anything about it, he's completely bound--covered with different kinds of wounds and add a fever to that. Even in his delirious state he chanted, "just go die---bastard."

[Teesie]

Shaking his head the king walked to the commander and stood in front of him. Sighing while staring at the other male he reached for Chrone's restraints. "I will give you a little freedom to eat. That way you won't die, maybe give you a nice bed to sleep in but....only if you behave." Looking into the orbs of the sire as he released him.

 

Taking a step back from the fallen capture, Exus turned to the entrance of the chamber before taking small steps forward. The man knew that the other was strong and that he possible didn't need any help. Eventually at the door the tactician faced the other male occupying the room and stood to wait on him. The dark haired male didn't trust the man but he would sure enough keep an eye on him, so he wouldn't escape.

 

"If you wish to have food you would hurry. Perhaps if you can't stand then you would miss dinner." Exus teased smirking slightly at Chrone. The king hated the Alstreim mutts but this one was surely a favorite of his. Maybe because he tries so hard to not be weakened. When the tactician has to break down a soldiers demeanor it was all the more exciting. All the more...successful.

[gin]

"Then I'll die with starvation then---" Chrone's body still slumped on the floor with no plans of standing. He could only wish that his last ray of hope was long gone. He had his new desire to die without humiliating his sister and his kingdom. At least he fought for his country and protected its treasure.

 

His tired of fighting this guy. Had he known that it will always end up the same, Chrone had better died in starvation. It was honorable than being held captive in the hands of their mortal enemy and treated as a lowly individual. There's no way someone could still imprison a pile of bones right? Once he's dead, it'll be over.

 

Chrone wasn't feeling well, a little push from this stress, his body will definitely give up. Just a bit more and he'll see the river of Styx. He never glanced at the bastard of a king; all he did was stare at the ceiling as he started closing his eyes.

 

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[Teesie]

Exus stared to the other as the enemy slowly closed his eyes. This wasn't as fun when the Alstreim mutt gave up so quickly, but as said before, the tactician could not have Chrone to die. Taking a step closer, the dark haired man leaned down to reach for the sire of the enemy kingdom. The treasure was something that the older man couldn't give up on.

 

"You shouldn't be such a weakling at such times. I'd be guilty if you were to die before saying goodbye to your sister." Exus stated, waiting for a reaction out of the one beneath him. Hands touching the other's flesh, the dark haired man wrapped his fingers around Chrone's arm and began to pull him up. After the other was on his feet and standing steadily enough, the eldest began to pull him toward the entrance of the chamber.

 

"I'll make a deal with you, but as soon as you disobey it will revert back to your treatment as of now. If you don't try to escape...I won't place you into the chamber. You can sleep above deck, walk around, eat...but don't ever try to escape." Staring to his foe as the two made it to deck.

 

 

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