The Desert Flower (IorixAmria)

[praiseofblood]

Iori left the room blinking, what was he thinking, talking to the prince's male like that? He must have been out of his mind. He waited for Amria to finish dressing.

[fearless]

Amria came out with his hair pinned back with chopsticks and a few strands curled in front of his face. "I'm ready..."

[praiseofblood]

Iori found it difficult to breathe. "Ah," he began, blushing. "Oh course." he said, before leading the male to the ballroom

[fearless]

Amria saw his blush and was curious. He wanted to ask but couldn't as he was led to the ballroom.

[praiseofblood]

Once Amria and Iori arrived, Iori took the time to talk to the male. "Do not look any of them in the eyes, and dance with no one but the prince. Also, make sure you do not bleed." he said to the male lowly, as they announced Amria.

[fearless]

Amria nodded thankful that he was helping him. He started dancing, his eyes going to the ground so he would not make anyone mad. He whimpered when the Prince grabbed him close purposely hiting his wounds again as they danced.

[praiseofblood]

Iori just watched the ball, stone faced as he had been trained to do. His eyes followed Iori, however, and his grip on his spear was just a bit too tight.

[fearless]

Soon Amria was taken with the prince to his room. He hated that he was treated like property but he knew better than to complain.

[praiseofblood]

Iori was relieved of his post for the night, and he returned to his quarters, going out to the ground's private forest springs to bathe.

[fearless]

Amria was thrown out the next morning and he limped to his room. He was in pain and had to find the servant from the day before to help rebind his wounds.

[praiseofblood]

Iori was already on post, wondering where Amria was. He frowned as he saw the male limping down the hallway, and he walked to him, wrapping a careful arm about the male's waist and helping him to his room. "Lay here." he said softly, looking over the male. "I will go get the physician."

[fearless]

Amriia blushed when he felt him helping. He laid down then looked to him, "Everythings on the dressers...could you?" he asked softly not wanting to bug the servant again.

[praiseofblood]

"What did he do to you?" Iori asked, compassion and...underlying anger in his voice.

[fearless]

"What do you think?" he asked softly. "I'm his plaything..." He closed his eyes, "Please...he reopened my wounds..."

[praiseofblood]

Iori felt a bit of fire rage within him before he went to grab the neccessary medicines and bandages. "I'm going to need you to take off your clothes, just to your waist." he said softly.