A man can dream, can he? Sabbas dreamed of having Edward on his embrace late at night. His chin resting over the king's shoulder while his arms were wrapped around his waist. But he cannot dream in a moment like now. Sabbas kissed the side of Edward's cheek. Feeling the softness brush against his lips left him sighing deeply, "A little something to remember me in your dreams as you lay in bed tonight." In the back of his mind, he thought about the times he and previous lovers would always sneak around then end up spending nights wrapped in each other. It gave him ideas, although he wondered if the risks would outweigh the reward. And yet, the thought was tempting. His heart yearned to be with Edward more.
His cheeks flushed faintly at the kiss, and he bit his lip, arms wrapped around Sabbas and holding onto the man in his lap. This day had begun quite differently than it was now, that was certain. "Ambassador, you have read my mind." he remarked softly, closing his eyes and tightening his embrace just a little bit. Sabbas was warm and solid in his arms, and he was so very comfortable.
Sabbas was sure that his heart had stopped. The sound of it thumping was deafened by the feeling of arms wrapping around him. He just melted in the grasp of Edward. To be held like this is all that he has ever prayed for. He smiled, and swooned, "And you seemed to have read mine, Your Majesty." It was easy to sink into this embrace. Sabbas never wanted to leave it for being in Edward's arms is the only place he wants to remain in. The only thing he hates about it is that he cannot stay in it forever.
Edward kept his arms wrapped solidly around Sabbas, a soft smile pulling at his mouth. He enjoyed this. Enjoyed holding the other man, and just…breathing. Oh, his thoughts were going in circles, but he could not help it. What else was he supposed to think of? It was peaceful here, and Sabbas was a warm weight settled in his lap.
A knock echoed from the door. Sabbas had nearly fallen on his side while springing out of Edward's embrace and trying to stand up. Who in God's name could disturb him at such an hour? "Ambassador Valiente?" A voice called out from the other side. "Beaulieu has sent me to fetch you for the meeting."
The ambassador rolled his eyes while trying to catch his breath. He put one hand on the door and the other on his hip. "Please let Beaulieu know that I will be late for I am discussing important matters with a guest here." Sabbas leaned against the door, listening as the person had muttered something before walking away. After making the sign of the cross, he went over to Edward. He stands in front of the king, unsure of whether or not he should sit in his lap again. "Are you alright, Edward, my dear?"
(sorry for the wait!)
The knock startled Edward as badly as it had startled Sabbas, the king half jumping from his seat and a flash of panic in his gaze. When he realized that it was just someone there for Sabbas, he sat back down again, folding his hands together to conceal the faint shake in them. The knock had startled him more than he perhaps cared to admit, looking up at Sabbas when he came back. He took a moment to process the question, shrugging a shoulder. "I'm…it only startled me." he replied slowly.
Of all the things he forgets today, he had to forget about his meeting with the French ambassador. Surely it will just be the two of them talking while having tea, but he has heard that Beaulieu is not keen on people being late. Oh Lord, guess the Frenchman has to wait a little longer.
"It is alright. No one ever expects a knock as such," Sabbas assured. His hand combed through Edward's hair. He deeply exhaled while turning his head to look at the door. Those damn Frenchmen anyways. Always expecting things but always laying around. He placed his hand on top of the king's. "That reminds me, I do not wish to keep you here longer than you want to. It is perfectly alright with me if you wish to. I know you are a busy man."
Edward leaned into the hand in his hair, exhaling softly. "It is quite alright." he said slowly, looking up at Sabbas again. "And I do not…I do not have many plans right now, for today, other than staying here with you. But if you need to go to that meeting, then I shall not stop you." he glanced down at his hands for a moment, still trying to steady his racing heart.
"Frankly, I am not sure what Beaulieu wants. Either he wants to discuss buisness or he wants me to hear plans for another soiree of his," He exhaled shaking his head. The sounds of his heart beating echoed in his mind. He looked towards the door, but his gaze returned to Edward. "I do not wish to leave, yet I must go see what it is needed of me. My apologies, mi Eduardo." He swears to God if it is for a party, he is going to kill the Frenchman. The corners of his lips sunk into a frown. He does not wish to part with Edward just yet.
He looked up at Sabbas. "It is quite alright, Sabbas. If you need to leave, then do not let me stop you." he replied. "I will head back to my own quarters and concentrate on my own responsibilities." he gave the Spaniard a soft smile, trying to reassure the other man that he did not mind. He knew that Sabbas had duties to attend to for the sake of the country he represented; Edward did too, to be honest.
"Sí…Sí…" Alas, he must go, but just as he was about to turn towards the door, he stopped. It would be considered highly rude if he, the host, were to leave before Edward who would be considered the guest in this situation. A guest who happens to be the dashing king with a smile that rivals the sun. "Shall we walk out together then?" Sabbas asked. "I will have to make a left when stepping out, but I worry about leaving you in here and being a bad host."
(I'm so sorry for the wait!)
He stood from the seat, absently brushing his hands along his thighs in a quick, nervous little gesture. "Yes, that is a good idea." he responded, giving Sabbas another quick, but bright smile. "As I said, I have my own things to work on." he didn't know what else to say. This new…development was not quite something he knew how to process.
(It's all good! :D )
Sabbas had his arm out, gesturing towards the doors. "Well, Your Majesty…." He started while making his way over, "Parting is such sweet sorrow. What can I do when I am not basking your light?" He held the door handle down as it clicked. While he peaked his head out, he found the hallway to be filled with nothing but silence. Sabbas smiled at Edward. He always hated goodbyes. And there are thousands of things he would have said in English. But he was not able utter a single word. All he can do was stare at his dear Eduardo.
(skdhb sorry againnn)
Edward's brow twitched in recognition of that little Shakespeare reference, but inclined his head towards Sabbas and returned the smile. "Ah, well, we shall have to make do." he replied. "We will…I will try to find another time that we may see each other." ah, but they both had such busy schedules. Sabbas, as an ambassador, and Edward as king. Both of them had roles and responsibilities that they could not just abandon and walk away from, and especially not now. Even if most of his duties were decidedly less pleasant than this time with Sabbas had been, that did not mean that he could just ignore them in favor of Sabbas. No, he had to attend to those, and Sabbas, likewise, had to attend to his own.
"I am sure that we will be able to. You will find time for it should not be a Herculean task," He sighed. Returning back to his duties as ambassador is something he wished he could delay for a little longer. Even if this silly meeting he will be attending is just to plan some sort of masquerade soiree, Sabbas wished he could not show up. There were a million things he would rather do, and every single one involved Edward. As much as he would rather run away, he must have been running late. He shook his head then said, "As we say in Madrid, te veo pronto. See you soon, Your Majesty." And although he didn't want to, he began to walk away. Sabbas did not turn his back until he reached the end of the hallway. From there, he turned around on his heel then continued his stroll.
"Farewell, ambassador." he replied, watching as Sabbas walked away. He smiled a little bit, then cleared his throat and turned to go to his own quarters, mind spinning as he thought about everything that had just happened. This morning…oh, it was so fascinating that this had happened, despite his own fear, despite his own worries, despite his own concerns. Sabbas had made a move and it had worked.
Sabbas spent what seemed like an eternity sitting around while listening to the French ambassador go on and on about state affairs. The two did speak about the soiree that Beaulieu wants to have at the end of the week. While the Spaniard was all for partying, he wasn't in the mood for parties or anything related to the matter. His mind was preoccupied. He just could not seem to get past the sensation of those arms delicately wrapping around him. The feeling of Edward's presence lingered within his heart.
(Do you want to do a timeskip?)
(hnnnn I liiiiive)
(and yes, a timeskip would probably be good. Do you want to do that or should I?)
He went back to his own quarters and stayed there for a little while, taking the time to just think and process what had happened. It seemed like so much, and yet at the same time, he knew that it was barely a beginning, barely a start. It would blossom into something more, yes, but this was a beginning and it felt like so much. It felt almost too much, and it was a lot to process. He sat on his bed for a long time, head tipped back and eyes staring at the ceiling as if studying it.
(I can do it! Should we skip to them secretly meeting at night or something?)
(ooh that sounds good to me! Maybe they set it up through notes sent back and forth?)
(Good idea! I'll write one as soon as I can.)
(askzgzkfla sorry for the delay)
As soon as reasonable, Sabbas decided to write a letter to Edward. The moment he picked up the quill, he forgot what he wanted to say. He spent an hour repeatedly taping the tip against parchment till he needed a new copy. Thankfully he had an idea for what to write, but by the time he signed off, he realized that somehow everything was in Spanish. His third attempt his best one; he prayed that it was good. He prayed for quite awhile after sending it.
Unto His Majesty, the King of England,
Edward…Edward…Forgive me for starting this off with your name, but just writing it down makes my heart go still. My mind has been filled of nothing except for you and those moments we shared together. My fingertips yearn for your delicate golden hair. My eyes miss the sight of your blue eyes. I know you are a fine yet busy king, yet I must write you to say that I wish to see you again. Do know I am more than willing to wait for as long as need be. Write to me when you are available. I look forward to your response. I look forward to seeing you again when the time is right.
Yours truly,
Sabbas
(difhgbjh right back at you haha)
Edward responded to the letter as soon as it was sent, his heart fluttering as he read through the words that Sabbas had written to him.
Unto Ambassador Sabbas Valiente,
I am available tonight, if you would like to meet tonight? Underneath the stars, perhaps, or in my chambers? If not, then we shall find a time tomorrow or the next day. As soon as possible, as I am already finding myself missing your presence. That silver tongue and your lovely hair, your eyes. I should like to see you again as soon as we are able to do so.
Yours,
Edward
His eyes lit up the moment he saw the parcel in the messenger's hands. Sabbas read the letter over and over again before dashing over to his desk to write a response.
Unto Edward,
I am more than willing to meet with you tonight in your chambers. Frankly, if you were to ask for me to meet now, I would drop my quill and rush over to wherever you are. Nevertheless, I was eager to respond to you as I am eager to see you again. The stars are nothing compared to the light in your eyes. Oh how I look forward to seeing them, and you, very soon. The evening will be wonderful, but it will be much more so because of you.
Yours truly,
Sabbas
