forum An Unexpected Alliance / Dark Fantasy OxO / Closed!!

Started June 29, 2021 by @red-the-tired-gay

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"Rude." Lucien scoffed, crossing his arms. He glared down at Johan, examining his condition. Definitely not good. "I would ask again, but the answer is obvious." He peered out the window, noticing that a light snow had begun to fall. "You know, you should be thankful. You're getting some of the finest medical care in Aerivda. I could have left you to die."

Johan rolled his eyes. He would have scoffed back, but he was sure it might hurt more. “I would have preferred that, actually.” His Aerivdan was rusty. But thanks to geography, their languages had enough similarities for Johan to get used to it as if it were just a different dialect. Eventually, he would get used to it. He looked over Lucien’s outfit, his eyes lingering on the fur cape and jewelry. It made him homesick for his own. “Where is my sword? My armor?”

Lucien let out a half-chuckle at Johan's remark as he leaned against the wall. "Oh, they're locked away somewhere. Not like you'll be needing them any time soon. I mean, look at you, you can barely sit up." A tiny, almost mocking smile tugged at the Aerivdan's lips as he absentmindedly fidgeted with his rings.

“Like you’re so much better yourself,” Johan muttered. It was a stupid comeback, he knew it, but a habitual one. Lucien was better off than him. The boy-king had all of the right cards. He had the crown prince wounded and at his mercy. He had won the battle.
“My father is going to give you hell for killing me, you know it.” In truth, his father had never cared as much for Johan as he did for his firstborn, Leviticus. The recently deceased Crown Prince. And now with Johan’s supposed death, the only living heir his father had was a child. Younger than Lucien, and by far unfit for ruling even within the next several years.

Lucien was fully aware of this. He shrugged. "I'll deal with that issue once it presents itself." He furrowed his eyebrows slightly and looked away, clearly a bit stressed about this. "As far as they know, you just disappeared. It's not yet confirmed that you're dead." How was he going to handle this? If he would have left him there to die, it would have gone the same. Once Johan's father found out, and is unable to find him, he's screwed. He paced the room slowly, trying to think of a solution.

Johan curled his lip. “So he assumes you’re holding me captive. All the better.” His snarl turned into a gasp of pain as he eased himself down onto his back again, eventually settling down to stare up at the ceiling instead of meeting Lucien’s gaze. His face was flushed enough from the pain already to face the source of his humiliation: the boy-king who bested him in a medium Johan was supposed to be the best in. What would those back home think of him? “Obviously I’m no threat to you otherwise. So like I said, get out.”