Author's note: Hey everyone, thank you for reading! After the build up from the previous chapter, it's time for some little golden truths :)
BlowPopJ - the prophecy will be mentioned more than once throughout, to make things clearer :)
Jrankcold - He-he, it must mean that you like it, and I appreciate that!
Have fun reading!
Chapter Fifteen -- Small Golden Truths
Kai licked his lips. Damn, that liquor, whatever it was, was ah-mazing. It was sweet but not over the top, and it simply made his taste buds explode! It was a bit fruity, but it wasn't wine, and it wasn't like any strong drink he had heard about. True enough, he had no experience whatsoever with alcohol, but that didn't mean that he couldn't tell a tasty thing when he tried one.
He put the cup down with a satisfied sigh. "Pepin, more," he said.
"Your Majesty," Pepin warned with both his voice and eyes. "One cup is enough."
"You're not my real mom." Kai bristled and even stuck his tongue out at the servant who stared at him nonplussed. "More."
"Did you borrow such manners from those barbarians who taught you how to talk smack, as well?" Galien asked and laughed in his face. "And I thought you disliked anything that could fog your mind. Be it an exquisite drink or," he paused for effect, "an exquisite man."
"Hey, my palace, my bottle. My servant," Kai added after a short pause. "Pepin, more. I don't want to hear a thing."
Pepin took his cup to fill it but not without throwing him a judgmental glance. Who did he think he was to stare at him like that? Yeah, he was pretty, beautiful even, and he made Kai's heart beat so fast when their eyes met, but...
What did he want to say again? Or think...
It didn't matter. Kai grabbed the cup and took a short sip. Well, those cups were really tiny, so he needed to make each one last. Maybe prolong the pleasant sensation on his tongue by savoring it. Hmm, he had drunk the first one so fast, but it was just because he hadn't been ready for such sensations.
Ah, it felt as if his heart had wings. He could even write a poem now, but what would it be about? He indulged in another sip.
"Pepin, can I write a poem about your eyes?"
"His Majesty appears to be in high spirits. I don't remember him ever being interested in creating poetry. Sir Conrad, what is your take on this?" Galien asked.
"Why would you ask me? I barely know His Majesty," Conrad replied.
All was starting to get a little foggy, but Kai could tell Conrad was pissed. Maybe he wanted a poem, too. "I could write one about your chest, too. Never seen one like it." He raised the cup to Conrad, who immediately exchanged a confused look with Galien. "I mean it. It's so... hard," he said and hiccupped.
Ah, maybe he didn't have a knack for poetry. He lacked the words and stuff.
"Pepin, I think it's time for His Majesty to call it a night. Will you see him to his quarters? I can entertain myself and Sir Conrad here present just fine."
Kai was in the mood to party now, and Galien was sending him to sleep. However, the moment he looked at Pepin, he found himself much in the mood for a trip to the royal quarters.
***
"We have a quite on the dot Prince Sendrian, here," the announcer said and gestured for Sebastian to walk over.
The crowd, especially the female side, erupted into shouts and applause as soon as he was on the stage. So far, the evening had gone smoothly, and it appeared that the audience was pleased with his performance impersonating Prince Sendrian. The only thing slightly irking him was Milo, or better said, his strange behavior. He hadn't said much, and Sebastian had had no time to ask him about it. It didn't matter; he was there on an important quest, which meant he had to have all his attention trained on the task at hand.
"And we also have a little surprise for you all," the announcer said.
Sebastian noticed another cosplayer walking on stage. His eyes grew wide as he recognized the clothes and overall appearance. The cosplayer was impersonating Huni, Prince Sendrian's love interest. He was a bit short for the role, but it was evident that he had put a lot of thought into representing the character to the best of his abilities. Huni had reminded him of Pepin the first time he had read the manga, but unlike Prince Sendrian, he didn't nurture any romantic feelings toward his servant. He didn't have feelings for anyone.
"It appears that we have two awesome cosplayers with us tonight," the announcer continued. "After seeing the others, we might be getting closer to a winner, right?"
The crowd cheered.
"Now, if the prince and his chosen would like to offer us a little moment..." The announcer wiggled her eyebrows and grinned.
The guy who cosplayed as Huni snickered and looked away.
"Hmm, it looks like Huni got his role down to a tee. He's too shy to take the initiative."
Ah, Sebastian had a feeling he knew what was expected of them, now that they happened to be both on stage. He walked over to where the other boy stood and wrapped one arm around his waist. The cosplayer stared at him wide-eyed as Sebastian tipped his chin and then kissed him.
The announcer dropped her microphone, and the entire building shook with the reactions of those present. There were cheering, hooting, and all kinds of noises. When Sebastian finally released Huni from the kiss, the other boy was in complete shock, his lips parted and his cheeks on fire. And his eyes were filled with adoration, as they had to be.
"Well," he said as he turned toward the announcer, "I believe it is the time for you to announce the winner."
The girl nodded while staring at him in a daze.
***
"It was, indeed, a lucrative choice," Sebastian commented while placing the money from the prize inside his pocket.
They were out of The Pit and on their way back home. He would give Mrs. Martin the money, and hopefully, that would be enough until he found something more reliable than being on display for people to stare at him. Not that he wasn't used to the attention, but to charge for it seemed somewhat not as honorable as fighting monsters and defending the land.
Milo was silent in a different way than before, which meant whatever was going on had to be addressed, no matter how much displeasure that caused Sebastian. Conversation was not necessarily his strongest suit, although he would never admit to it publicly.
"You've been quiet all evening," he began. "What is it?"
"Do you really have to ask?" Milo sounded both angered and upset. "First, that thing with the cigarettes, and then, on stage --" He stopped abruptly.
"I wanted to see what smoking was all about," Sebastian said.