♢♡Tyler♡♢

When I go downstairs, Brian is putting plates on the table. I walk up to him and grab his attention, which startles him. "I won't, I won't hurt Craig" I promise, finding myself shuffling. I'm not like this, why am I like this? Brian raises an eyebrow at me, crossing his arms. "Craig is a great kid, and he treats me like a human, and he's cute too. I have no intention on hurting him" I swear, swallowing hard.

Brian sighs and rubs his forehead. "I'm only three years older then Craig. I've been taking care of him since he was born. He always talked about getting married, always flirted with women. I simply believe it is taking me a moment to process he is dating you, of all people. It is worse now that I know he's... sleeping with you" He says quietly, crossing his arms. "Men have slept in the same bed without being homosexual" I snort, getting a glare.

"You know what I mean, sir" He growls, so I take a small step back. "One, no need to call me sir. Two, I will repeat it until you believe it, I will never hurt Craig. I won't go to that damn war if it means I have to leave him. I won't let this stupid city throw me in the cells to rot if it means I have to leave him. I won't leave him unless he leaves me" I tell him, only a little louder. I want him to believe me. He needs to believe me.

"Fine. Now shut up about it, if Craig hears you talking like this he will throttle you" Brian snorts, walking into the kitchen. I swallow hard, smiling in relief when I see Craig walk downstairs. "Oh my, where is Brian. What did you do to Brian? Brian!" Craig calls, walking past me. "I did nothing to Brian!" I fume, chasing after him. Brian is standing in the kitchen doorway laughing, placing two loaded plates on the table. "I'm quite alright, sir" He smiles fondly.

"Good" Craig grumbles, taking a seat in front of one of the plates. I glance around nervously before slowly doing the same, rubbing the back of my neck. "Ah..." I start off, feeling awkward and out of place. "Just eat, Tyler" Craig giggles, which makes me blush. Brian seems fine with that and leaves us to eat. It's quiet at first, but then Craig starts talking again.

"Thank you" Is all he says before taking a sip of water and continuing to eat. "Thank you for what?" I snort, looking up at him. All I feel I did was make him sin and have his servant hate me for it. "Helping me" Craig says, eating like this is every day table talk. Jesus. "Helping? Helping with what?" I ask, rubbing my mouth on my sleeve. "Well, I was an obedient school boy and now I'm my own braver, bolder man with a pleasant boyfriend. So, thank you" Craig smiles bashfully, looking at me through his eyelashes.

"Uh... yeah, of course" I murmur, blushing and promptly stuffing my mouth full so Craig won't ask me any questions. The rest of breakfast is silent, and Craig offers to walk me 'home'. I smile and grab his hand, lifting it to my lips and kissing him. "What a gentleman" Craig teases, stepping closer to me to kiss me on the lips. I smile a little and kiss back, finding my arms curling around his waist again. "I'll be quite alright walking home on my own, but thank you" I chuckle, brushing some stray hair away from Craig's forehead.

We murmur our goodbyes and I grab the rest of my clothes before heading back to my camp, greeting the slaves as I walk through the fields. I stop to speak to one, and we talk for about five minutes before I hear the crack of a whip not too far away and hurry off. I stroll down the path through the long grass, looking at footprints in the mud that must belong to Craig. Honestly, he is a very small person.

I get back to my camp and look around, something is wrong. I left the paint cans there, near the log, and I had clothing drying. And, and my bed is missing. Who was here? Oh no. Someone was here. "There he is!" Someone shouts, and next thing I know I'm being wrestled to the group. Immediately I begin squirming and cursing, bucking whoever tackled me and jumping to my feet. At first, I plan to fight, but then I see the numbers and I run. I don't get far though, shoved to the ground. My face scrapes against the mud and I hit the ground hard, groaning and fighting to get my bearings. I'm handcuffed, and I start cursing again, my vision fuzzy from the fall. What the fuck is going on!?

"Tyler Wilde, you are under arrest for vandalism and public displays of homosexuality"