Third person
King Aldric returned to his wing. As he opened the door, the person on the bed came into view as he pulled the curtains open. Kebel's body looked relaxed, but his eyes were red and heavy with emotion. His fist tightened on the silk; his breath was heavy as he struggled to push himself up, but to no avail. His body fell back hard onto the bed. This wasn't what he had hoped for. One cup of tea the previous night and this...
"How long?" he asked.
King Aldric's lips curled; his eyes darkened with a playful glint. "I don't want to do this to you, Kebel," he whispered, reaching close. His fingers slightly brushed his cheek, but Kebel slapped them away weakly.
"Don't touch me," he hissed.
"Why... you are mine, and I have every right to do as I please with you," Kebel snapped, grabbed his chin fiercely, and pulled him closer. His eyes darkened. Kebel bit his bottom lip so hard it bled. "I hate you," he said; tears sparkled within those proud eyes of his.
