Aster found his fiancé in the throne room. Despite his missing nights of slumber weighing him down, he tried his best to carry himself with poise and grace as he approached the throne. He pulled the sleeve of his robe down over the bandages on his arm, hoping to downplay what he’d been through.
Darreth was only just stripping off his riding gear and handing it off to a squire. He looked just as frazzled and tired as Aster felt, and when the king turned to approach his betrothed, he walked almost sorely. Had he been riding all night?
“Aster,” he greeted, taking the smaller man by his arm and pulling him close.
As Aster awkwardly pressed himself into the embrace, trying his best to hide his face. He didn’t have enough energy to emotionally conceal how much he didn’t want to be touched by this man. But he still had to play along.