I've decided to change the time period to the 1700's because medieval just wasn't working for me.

  "Are you sure I look okay?" I asked Isabelle nervously.

  "Alec. You look great." She got me to wear some of my nice clothing that I didn't even know existed. Most of my shirts and tunics are different shades of black, brown, and gray, but somehow Isabelle found me a shirt that was a light shade of blue and black pants that didn't have holes in them. "The king isn't going to be able to resist you."

  "His name is Magnus by the way."

  "Ooh. You're on a first name basis."

  "Shut up. It's nothing."

  "It's definitely something to Magnus. If it wasn't then why did he ask you to have dinner with him."

  "Isabelle. Stop."

  "Stop what my dear brother?"

  "Stop teasing me. It's annoying."

  "The king teases you, and I do a lot of things that annoy you on purpose."

  "I'm leaving."

  "Oh, you should. Magnus must be waiting." She laughed like a maniac, and I left. His chambers where somewhere on the top floor, that's all I knew. I stumbled, and searched for his room until I found it. It was his, I was sure of it. Mostly because of the the frustrated groaning noise coming from the inside. I knocked on the door and was greeted by quite the sight. Magnus was standing shirtless and wearing very tight pants. That's something I've never seen. But something that caught my attention was a silver scar that stood out of the caramel skin. It was long and looked like it was very deep. "Oh, Alexander. I thought you were Ragnor or a servant. I didn't expect you until later." A blush spread across my face. He wasn't giving up on calling me Alexander, so I let it go.

  "My sister kept bothering me, so I decided to come early." He slipped on a bright red tunic. If he saw me staring I think I'd die just from blushing so much.

  "Enjoying the show?" He asked as he put on black leather boots. I didn't know it was possible, but I blushed harder.

  "What? Um, n-no. I mean yes, but no. You're very attractive. Wait! That's not what I meant to say. What's the right answer?" By the Angel. Did I really just say that? I'm making a fool out of myself. I buried tried my face in my hands to try to hide the blush.

  "Honestly Alexander. You are too easy to tease."

  "Ummm, well yeah. I guess."

  "What did I tell you about being adorable. Seriously." He came over and took my hands away from my face. He gave me a peck on the lips and smiled. "No need to be embarrassed, love. It's just a joke. I'll call up the servants to bring the food. Make yourself comfortable." He stepped out if the room and I took in my surroundings. His room also glimmered with silk, but his were all different colors, there was a large window that lead to a balcony that gave a view of the field and lake outside his castle, and there was a fireplace in the front of the room along with a small table. His chambers had to be the largest in the castle. Magnus soon came back. "They'll be here any second now, love." 

  "Umm, that's good."

  "So. Let's just get to know each other, as I already know your lips."

  "O-Okay, what do you want to know?"

  "How many people know about you?"

  "What do you mean?"

  "I think we both know what I'm talking about." He's right, I did.

  "Just Isabelle, but I think Jace suspects it."

  "Jace?"

  "My brother. Well, adopted brother."

  "Ah. The one with the golden hair and eyes. Yeah, I saw him when you all arrived." There was a knock on the door, and Magnus went to go answer it. The servants came with the food. They left it on the table, gave a curtsy, and left. They brought many different types of Asian cuisine. "Have a seat. Let's eat."

~o~

  We talked the rest of the night. It was surprisingly easy to talk to him. He just feels inviting, and somehow familiar. Like I've known him for a long time. But that might have been the wine. "Did your sister give you an earful when you two left the weapons room?"

  "Oh, by the Angel. Yes! She is so invested in my love life for some reason."

  "She must mean well, though."

  "Of course. She's annoying sometimes, but she does it all because she loves me."

  "I can see that." He leaned over and gave me a kiss that grew into more. The food was long forgotten and we fell on his bed. Our lips still locked. He kept kissing me and put his hands up the back of my shirt. He griped my shoulders and started nipping at my neck. My hands went around his waist bringing him closer. He took out his hands from under my shirt and pulled it over my head. He kept biting and kissing my neck. It's nice, but I don't want it yet. "Magnus."

  "Mmh."

  "It's g-going too fast." He stopped kissing my neck and met my eyes.

  "You want to stop?" He asked. Not angry, like I expected, but comforting. All I did was nod my head. He got off of me and handed me my shirt and kissed the top of my head. "It's okay. We don't have to go further. We won't do anything unless you're comfortable."

  "Thank you."

  "Do you want to come out on the balcony with me?"

  "Yes." I slipped my shirt back on, and we walked over to the balcony. The sky was dark, and stars decorated the sky. The near by town was lit up with gas lights and lanterns. It was truly marvellous. "It's beautiful."

  "Yes. It is." It was the middle of November, so it was pretty cold out. "Are you cold?"

  "A bit."

  "Come here." He put his arms around me and brought me close to him. Close enough that I was right next to his lips. It was an opportunity just waiting to be taken, so I kissed him. Just a small kiss. "The wine is making you more outgoing, Alexander."

  "Alec," I corrected.

  "Alec," he repeated. That scar on his shoulder was bothering me. I didn't know what it was from, but I wanted to. Any though if him getting hurt made me sick to my stomach. I can't explain why I care for him so much. It might just be that I naturally try to protect the ones I care for.

  "Can I ask you something?"

  "Anything, dear."

  "What is that scar on your shoulder? Sorry if in bothering you. I'm just curious." He clenched his jaw and gripped onto the railing. He pulled back his sleeve and reviled it.

  "This one?"

  "Yeah."

  "You're no bother. No bother at all. You already know my childhood wasn't pleasant. When I said my step father didn't like me, I meant he absolutely hated me. He was angry at me yet again and cut me right there. Long and deep. He thought it was a 'suitable' punishment for a ten year old."

  "That's horrible." How could his father be so cruel? Cruel enough to cut a child.

  "It hurt like a bitch, but it healed on its own thankfully. But the scar will never go away." He seemed pained by it. Like its physically hurting him again. I reached up and kissed it. And I gave Magnus an kiss too. "Well, Alec." He seems to be teasing me with my own name. "We should be heading back inside." He took me by my hand inside. "Oh, I should tell you. Ragnor let's my tiger out at night." He gasped and pretended to faint onto his bed. Now he was acting like a damsel is distress. "And he's not very nice to strangers. Ooh nooo. What ever shall we do! He might find you and attack. I guess you have no choice but to stay here with me."

  "Magnus. Stop being so over dramatic."

  "I'm magnificent."

  "If you want to kidnap me just say so."

  "But if I said that, you more likely say no."

  "Who says I would say no?"

  "I do."

  "Okay, I'll stay here with you, but first thing in the morning I'm gone."

  "That sounds like a deal." He made room for me on his bed and left to his bathroom for a second. He came out a minute late wearing a loose fitting shirt and shorts. He tossed me shirt that looks like it would fit me. I took off mine, but I felt nervous. I was only taking my shirt off, but Magnus makes that difficult when he's staring at me. I quickly put on his shirt and settle into bed. He once again snaked his arms around me and brought me close to him. "Goodnight, Alec."

  "Goodnight, Magnus." We both fell into a peaceful sleep.

~o~

  In the morning I left his room. No one was awake yet, luckily. As quietly as I could, I got to my room. As soon as I opened the door I was greeted my Isabelle lying on my bed. She looked me over and grinned like a psychopath. "Nice hickey," was all she said.