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Ardyn stormed from the throne room in a flourish of dark fabric, his eyes blazing with barely controlled disgust and rage, taking a small bit of satisfaction in the knowledge that the day of Iedolas Aldercapt’s death was coming soon.
He had managed all of ten steps when a shadowy young man fell into step beside him.
Nyx Ulric, his darling little ward turned assassin, taken in the early days of the Empire’s push into Galahd. Ardyn had chosen to save the boy from one of his rampaging daemons, whisking him away with honey whispered words of protection and safety all while plans formed in his mind about how to best use the boy.
He had, naturally, failed to consider the possibility that he would actually come to care for Nyx, would come to love him, and by the time he had come to realize it there was nothing he could do about it. Especially not when Nyx, barely more than a teenager, crawled into bed with him, kissing and touching and whispering how much he loved Ardyn and how he would do anything, everything, for the man. After that Arydn knew he would never be able to go another day denying his feelings or denying himself having the young man in his life.
“Do you need me to handle things,” Nyx asked softly, as aware as Ardyn was of how, even in the Empire’s capital, they were never truly safe.
Ardyn hummed softly, reaching out to brush his fingers over Nyx’ cheek, following the pencil thin tattoo beneath the young man’s eyes, smirking when Nyx leaned, ever so slightly, into his touch.
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Ardyn stormed from the throne room in a flourish of dark fabric, his eyes blazing with barely controlled disgust and rage, taking a small bit of satisfaction in the knowledge that the day of Iedolas Aldercapt’s death was coming soon.
He had managed all of ten steps when a shadowy young man fell into step beside him.
Nyx Ulric, his darling little ward turned assassin, taken in the early days of the Empire’s push into Galahd. Ardyn had chosen to save the boy from one of his rampaging daemons, whisking him away with honey whispered words of protection and safety all while plans formed in his mind about how to best use the boy.
He had, naturally, failed to consider the possibility that he would actually come to care for Nyx, would come to love him, and by the time he had come to realize it there was nothing he could do about it. Especially not when Nyx, barely more than a teenager, crawled into bed with him, kissing and touching and whispering how much he loved Ardyn and how he would do anything, everything, for the man. After that Arydn knew he would never be able to go another day denying his feelings or denying himself having the young man in his life.
“Do you need me to handle things,” Nyx asked softly, as aware as Ardyn was of how, even in the Empire’s capital, they were never truly safe.
Ardyn hummed softly, reaching out to brush his fingers over Nyx’ cheek, following the pencil thin tattoo beneath the young man’s eyes, smirking when Nyx leaned, ever so slightly, into his touch.
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