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”Hurry up, Felix! Bring the meat! They will whip you if you’re to slow, you know that.”, the cook shouts at the small boy.
”I’m coming, sir, sorry” He is so tired and hasn’t eaten all day ,and he just hopes that his legs will carry him the entire evening.
There’s a feast at the castle, a king from the mighty kingdom from the north, Valior being the guest of honor. The servants gossip about said king, saying that he is the cruelest of them all, and that him and his generals are unbeatable in combat.
Of this Felix knows nothing, and neither does he care, he just hopes he gets to sleep after it’s all done, and that he’s not being whipped for being sloppy either.
He grabs a big tray full of steaming meat, his mouth watering from the enticing smell. He would never try to steal some for himself though, knowing fully well the punishment for that. Been there, done that. Never again. He still has the red scars as a memory on his back.
Rushing through the halls, carefully avoiding crashing into anyone, he soon arrives to the big hall. The room is bursting with music and laughter, the rich and powerful enjoying themselves.
He keeps his gaze down and manouvers his tray to the table of honours, where the king and queen resides with their guests. Felix fears the queen the most, she is ruthless and cruel, with a sharp face and greedy eyes..
The king is conversing with his guests, using a voice Felix never heard before; respectful and ingratiating.
He must really fear this visiting king, Felix decides. The boy almost enjoys hearing the king like this, despising the man to the fullest. He's clearly kissing up to the other one.
Keeping his head down, he tries to put the tray down carefully and back away, looking respectful, but he trips slightly on something on the floor, resulting in him pushing a cup of wine on the table. In fear he raises his head and looks straight into a pair of eyes, brown and cold, face adorned with a huge scar stretching across one of them.
Oh no, I spilled on the guest of honour! I’m done for!
”You stupid idiot!”, the queen screams. She reaches for his collar and yanks it. He is pushed to the ground and stays there trembling. ”You will be whipped for this, slave!”
The queen tries to apologize to the guest. ”Don’t worry, mylord. This slave boy will be duly punished.”
”Wait!”, he hears a voice boom. Felix doesn’t know who’s talking, but since the room went all quiet, he guesses it’s someone important. ”Show me the boy!”
He feels hands lifting him up, two seemingly strong generals holding him firmly, his feet dangling in the air. Felix knows that this is it and he doesn’t even care. His life is a nightmare and if it ends now, maybe it’s for the best.
”Look at me, boy!”, the voice commands. Felix slowly raises his head and looks at the man again, the one with the cold eyes. He stares at Felix with disinterest, like he is bored of the sight of him, but there’s something else the boy can’t pinpoint. Whatever! Nothing matters after this anyway..
”You will not whip him!”, he commands. ”As compensation for all of this I want him as a gift.”
Felix almost chokes. What does this mean? Will he not be whipped? And a gift?
”Oh my lord, of course”, the queen say with a soft voice. ”Accept him as a gift from me and my king and husband.”
”But my dear”, the king objects. ”We can offer the king much better slaves. This one is so small and nearly useless. Let us show you some others, please.”
Felix knows why the king is adamant. He’s the king’s favourite plaything and the queen knows and hates him for it- she would love to get a chance to get rid of him.
The king with the cold stare looks just as bored as before, but he carries steel in his voice..
”No! I want this slave! Are you denying me of this?”
”No, no, no, mylord. He is yours”, the queen looks both terrified and content at the same time. Finally she has gotten rid of the wretched boy her husband favours!
And that is it. Just like that Felix belongs to another owner, one who seems even worse than his previous. He can’t really comprehend what just happened.
The two generals drag him out of the hall and push him to the ground.
”Pack your belongings. Tomorrow we start the journey back to our kingdom”, one of the generals say with a gravelly voice. ”Don’t try to run away, it’s no use.”
Despite everything that has happened, Felix still manages to sleep. He is always deprived of it, working long hours and being fetched to join the king many nights of the week.
He tries to bid farwel to his friends, the few he has, because even though the boy has a bright personality and is kind to everyone around him, as a slave he is looked down upon by the other servants. They always think better of themselves, not being slaves like him.
The same two generals fetch him and bring him to a carriage. Felix has only travelled in a carriage once before, and it was one with bars, like a cage. This one seems much more comfortable. .
Will the king join him in here? No, he can’t be travelling with a slave like him, can he?
Ultimately no one joins him in the carriage and they set off. Looking out the window, he spots the king, his new master riding a black horse, accompanied by his six generals. They look more relaxed now, talking amongst themselves and even laughing, making them seem younger.
Felix can watch them without being caught staring and he observes them thoroughly. They look like rough men, wearing armors and weapons, but still appearing so youthful. They look his age, but since he hasn’t been fed properly for years, he is thin and can’t defend himself properly, even if he wanted..
The generals look sure of themselves, confident and strong. He imagines how he could have been, if he wasn’t a slave, if his parent’s hadn’t sold him as a boy. Such thoughts are useless though, he is a slave and will alway be, until one day they kill him.
The trip is long and tiresome, but they leave him be. No one talks to him much, they just acknowledge him. At least they haven’t beaten him yet and for that he is grateful.
The king, his master, doesn’t interact with him at all and Felix is wondering why he wanted him in the first place.
Who knows how these kings reason? They do as they please, not caring what others think or feel..
At night, they stop and set up camp, with several tents being placed around the carriage.
A fire is swiftly started and the soldiers are soon seated around it, talking and laughing.
Felix is brought out of the carriage and directed to the fireplace.
”Eat!”, a general commands. Felix is so hungry and hurries to grab a piece of meat, chewing frantically, worried someone will take the food from him.
”He’s so thin, my king. What use will he be to you?”, another general asks.
The king doesn’t answer, he just observes the boy.
”I know a use for him, Seungmin”, another one says smirking.
”Hush Minho-hyung, don’t disrespect the king!”
After having eaten, Felix feels full for the first time in forever. It’s quite the sensation, being full and content, even though it makes his stomach ache slightly. He’s simply not used to it.
The smaller boy starts walking back to the carriage, but is abruptly halted by the general called Minho.
”The king demands you, boy!” He drags him to a large tent and pushes him inside.
There, his new master sits on a bed made out of large animal furs. He is only wearing trousers and Felix can see his muscled torso full of scars. His eyes look tired and almost as lifeless as before.
”Come here, boy. What is your name?”
Felix starts walking towards him, hesitant.
”Felix, master.”
”Well Felix, you will warm my bed tonight. Take off your clothes and join me!”
Felix does as he’s told and hopes that this king won’t be as rough to him as the former one.
He feels so small when lying down next to the king, them now both fully naked.
The king reaches for him and starts kissing his neck, his arousal showing clearly against Felix’s behind, and when he finally penetrates him, he does it slowly and carefully.