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    Rhys Ambrose (age 21)




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    Sebastian paced in front of the entrance of the prison, the guard was doing his best not to see him. His mind was reeling. Why had Rys done this. Had he really. His father had just revealed an assassination plot that involved his brother and his lover and he was having a hard time believing it. He loved Rhys and he didn't believe that it was one sided. That was why he paced. Because he knew that he still loved Rhys. And he needed to know if Rhys loved him. With his decision made he pushed his way into the prison, the guard didn't watch.
    His footsteps echoed hollowly as he walked down the prison hall, past cells that lined walls some empty some full, only one cage drew his attention. Slowly he approached. Inside was the assassin that was meant to kill him. He crouched down, the low light of a lamp barely illuminating the cell. He'd made a decision then and there. If Rhy could convince him somehow, that they still had something between them, he would go to his father immediately and beg for his pardon. He shifted his weight and leaned towards the bars."Rhy?" He said speaking softly, "what is going on?"

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    [thats okay ^^]


    Rhys had never planned on things happening this way. Everything had been simple a few months ago. Kill the crowned prince, get his money, and get out of there. He didn't expect to walk into a complicated political mess and he most definitely didn't mean to fall for Sebastian. But he wouldn't take any of it back - not at all. He was in too far and he wanted nothing but to stay in the kingdom and be with Sebastian. However none of that was possible now that his plans had been ruined. Rhys had changed everything around, and was planning on killing the man who'd hired him in the first place. But somehow, someone must have heard about the original deal and spread the word to the king.


    One moment Rhys was in the guards quarters, getting ready to start the day with drills (being a guard was his undercover position) when the king came in with his personal guard and grabbed him. They roughed him up a bit, and dragged him to the throne room. That was when Sebastian was brought in, and the truth was revealed. Rhys tried to speak , tried to explain himself but they silenced him with another beating. Sebastian's horrified face was still in the front of Rhys's mind as he laid on the ground, stomach and ribs throbbing. It was nothing compared to the shame he felt.


    Rhys's wrists were bound with some kind of magical bond that kept him from using his powers. So that escape route was improbable. He groaned as he shifted, sittin up straight, before he heard footsteps coming down into the dungeon. The young sorcerer braced himself for guards, come for another round of punches, when he heard the sound of Sebastian's voice. He took in a shaky breath and pushed himself closer to the bars, trying to get a glimpse of his lover. "Seb-" he choked out, hoarsely. "I'm sorry," he mumbled and leaned his forehead on the cold, peeling bars.


    "Your father - your father only knows part of the story. I was hired to kill you," Rhys tried to move again, closer so Sebastian could see the look in his eyes so he could know he was being truthful. "But I couldn't. Not after I got to know you. Not after I learned more about your half brothers intentions," he whispered. "You know I love you. I haven't lied about that," Rhys wheezed, taking in a breath. "I was going to kill your brother instead. End my contract and stay here, with you," he groaned and closed his eyes, the pain being too much. He just wanted to sleep. The cuffs prevented him from any kind of magic, including healing himself. "I promise I was never going to hurt you,"

    Tears threatened Sebastian's eyes as Rhys spoke, he had never heard the man sound so broken. He had been badly beaten and even in his anger Seb felt an inane need to open the cell door and take care of him. As soon as Rhy apologized Sebastian moved closer, looking into the man's eyes. He reached his hand in through the bars and let the hang there for Rhys to clasp onto. Sebastian had never been very fond of his brother and didn't doubt that he would do something like this. He leaned towards the bar and rested his forehead against the bar beside his.


    "I believe you," he whispered, he always did, he knew that. "I love you too," he said as soon as the words slipped out of his lovers mouth, it was a instinct by now. As soon as he heard Rhy groan his heart went out for him, he wanted to kiss him then, take him into his arms and spend hours together like they did before all this happened. "I have to go, just for a little. I need to speak to my father, I'm going to change his mind okay." He strayed briefly and leaned in quickly, "A goodbye kiss?" He said with a soft laugh, it was something he had said all the time and right then he wanted the reassurance.

    Rhys reached up and grabbed onto the hand offered, holding it between his delicately, running his thumbs along the prince's smooth skin. A shaky sigh of relief escaped the sorcerer as Sebastian said he believed him. The man wanted to cry but - he obviously was going to be strong. He didn't know what would happen to himself, but at least he could move on with Sebastian knowing the truth. Rhys didn't know what he would do if Sebastian believed his father. Well, he'd be dead. He'd die with a broken heart. Rhys closed his eyes and leaned against the bars again, holding Sebastian's hand a bit more tightly. He was about to ask him to stay for a bit, but then announced he needed to go.


    "I'm not sure you can change his mind," Rhys murmured. "At least I'll die with you knowing my true intentions," he nodded to himself, before glancing at his prince when Sebastian asked for a goodbye kiss. A small smile appeared on the sorcerers face, and a chuckle escaped him. Though he couldn't help but think this might be the last goodbye kiss he'd ever get to give Sebastian. Ignoring that thought, he moved his body again, though it screamed in protest, closer to the bars. He pressed his lips against Sebastian's, wishing he could reach through the bars and touch him, but his hands were literally tied. This was enough though, it would have to be.

    After the kiss, the wonderful amazing kiss he still wasn't used to, the tears that had been threatening his eyes spilled out, he didn't know how Rhy could be so strong all the time. "Don't speak like that, ever. If you die I die." His voice cracked as he spoke and he had to untangle his fingers from Rhys to wipe away tears that rolled down his cheeks. "Okay. You'll get out no matter what I have to do to free you." He strayed for a moment sharing one last longing look at Rhy, "I love you, okay? And i'll be right back with the keys." With that he hurried off, he felt as if he stayed a moment longer he wouldn't be able to go, he'd go into that cell and spend Rhys last night in his arms. But it wasn't going to be Rhys last night.


    He hurried past the guard and suddenly remembered something, he spun on his heels and faced the guard. "If you or any one else lays there hands on him I will have them beheaded for treason. Understand?" His voice was venom and the guard only gulped and nodded. With that he turned and started running, leaving the dark prison behind and going up flight after flight of stairs, until he entered the castle's middle level. He marched his way to the throne room and burst in the doors banging against the wall and frightening the men who were supposed to open it. His father looked up alarmed but when he saw his sweet son entering he quickly shooed every one out.


    "No." the king said as soon as they were alone.


    "He wasn't going to kill me father!" Sebastion walked all the way up to his father and knelt at the edge of the throne. His father shifted uncomfortable, Sebastion had told his father when he was seven he would never kneel before him, and his father had laughed and said that he would never have to kneel before anyone. For Sebastion the throne was guaranteed. "Pardon him, I'l do whatever you need. If you do not I will, I'll die father! I'll forfeit my throne and you will have to scrounge up an heir. Father I can't be alive if he is not."


    His father looked pained, he was a well loved king, respected and loved by all, and he in turned loved all. But his greatest love was his young son. He didn't say anything for awhile and when he spoke his voice was quiet and pained. "I cannot lose my heir and I will not lose my son. But I cannot have that assassin gallivanting around the castle with you around his arm. I tolerated your whirlwind romance and I allowed it to develop into something that I now regret. But I will not lose you."


    "I- I don't..."


    "He will not stay here. He will not be allowed to come back and see you. He will have his memories erased of this time, I will give him some money and set him up in a border village far away from the castle. You'll be forbidden to see him." Sebastion couldn't speak, yes he wanted Rhy to live, but he wasn't sure he could live on knowing Rhy had no memories of their love. He decided sooner then he expected though, he would rather know Rhy was alive and in love with another then him be executed in the morning.


    "Yes father, I accept," his father gave a half smile and nodded. "Have someone fetch the court sorcerer immediately, I do not want him in that prison any longer. I'm going to get him."


    Sebastion rushed out quickly, past guards and down stairs, he got the keys from the guard and flew down the prison hall. He was there in seconds. "Rhy! Rhy you're free." He quickly unlocked the cell without a thought to Rhys injures lunged into his arms and hugged him, he wouldn't let go for the longest time. He also didn't tell Rhy the consequences of his release. Not just yet he thought, he wasnted to spend some of their last minutes together in perfect bliss.

    Rhys couldn't help but let out a chuckle when Sebastian said he'd die too. It was probably an innappropriate moment to do so, but cracking a joke might be a better way to lighten the mood right then. "If I die you die. You were always the dramatic one," he murmured, before frowning at the sight of Sebastian's tears. He wanted to wipe them himself but all was impossible inside the cell. He didn't say anything except another 'I love you' as the prince ran off, determined to stop Rhys's execution. Rhys then shifted and slumped onto the floor, curling up into a ball, ignoring the throbbing pain coming from his ribs. Seb threatened the guards not to touch him - and that was a relief. Any more beatings and the sorcerer would be unconscious.


    He lay there in the cold, dark, leaking cell with only his mind to accompany him. Even if there was a small chance he could be saved, Rhys was ready to die. He'd done many awful things in his life, killed so many - and now it was his time to pay for all of that. He wondered if whoever judged in the afterlife would forgive him if he repented? Rhys wondered if there even was an afterlife. But if he had been given powers, there must be gods that existed, and they were waiting.


    Rhys's mind drifted from faith, and onto Sebastian instead. He recalled meeting the prince for the first time. In fact the two of them had sparred that very day. Sebastian was the first person in a long time to disarm him and knock him to the ground. Despite the fact Rhys had been sent to kill him - Sebastian had earned some respect from Rhys. From that day on, the assassin had stalled and stalled killing the prince, getting to know him more and more each day. Then they began sneaking off together and a friendship became more...it was then that Rhys shed a tear. He didn't want to die, not yet. He wanted a different life here in the castle. Could it be possible the king would believe his son and he'd get to stay?


    Quick footsteps rushed back down the stairs and Sebastian was calling his name. Before Rhys knew it a body crashed into his, and he groaned, though he didn't care. It was Sebastian. "Oof. Be careful please. I'm free? How?" he asked in surprise, leaning into the warmth of the other man. "If so get these bloody cuffs off me so I can embrace you properly," he chuckled, though he was filled with relief, and joy. He wasn't going to die! He would be fine and him and Sebastian would be together. "Your father believed you?"

    Sebastions tears threatened again. He wasn't sure if what came next would be freedom for Rhy. "There are some conditions of your release, we need to go to the throne room." He briefly wondered if they should make a quick stop at his own room, or a semi long stop. He had told his father to get the court sorcerer immediately but he figured his father could wait. His room was a floor above the throne room. He knew it would sound weird now after just telling Rhy they needed to go to the throne room to invite him up to his. He had to explain. He pulled closer to Rhy and gently stroking his hands he found the key for the cuffs, and unlocked them. "Embrace me now." he ordered into the man's chest, then he started to explain.


    "My father said that if I wanted you to live then, well you would have to have your memories wiped and be forced to the outer villages. I already agreed okay, I'm sorry but I'm the prince so I have the right to be dramatic and boss you around." He gave a half-hearted smile before going forward and giving Rhy a long kiss, not allowing him to take advantage of the silence and interject. When he pulled away he spoke quickly,"You can't say no, or that you'd rather die, don't break my heart even more. Just come to my room, we'll say our goodbye's and someday when I'm king I'll hull you ass back to the castle and make you fall in love with me again, okay?"


    He leaned into Rhy, refusing to let go as he waited for the response. This was the man he planned to spend the rest of his life with just three days ago. A ten year break where Sebastion couldn't see Rhy and Rhy wouldn't remember him was going to be the worst thing he experienced. But as long as he thought that it could possibly end he knew he could hold on. He just wanted one time together, something to hold onto if, god forbid, they never saw each other again.

    Rhys wasn't sure what to make of the mention of conditions, and he wasn't sure why he was being brought to the throne room. By the tone of Sebastion's voice and his desperation it didn't seem good. As soon as the cuffs were off, he felt his magic coming back and the sorcerer began using all of it to heal himself. It hurt a bit but he just instantly grabbed Seb and held him tightly, burying his face in his neck. It had been a few days since he'd been able to do this and he missed it. He sighed and sat there, breathing in the other man's scent. Rhys himself probably stunk, but it didn't seem like the prince cared.


    Once Sebastion began explaining though, why exactly he was being set free, he froze. In order to be free he had to forget Sebastion and leave? "That was not your decision to make," he said in disbelief, pushing away slightly and lifting the other man's face to look at him. "Tell me you didn't," he practically begged. "Tell me this is a silly joke of yours," he was filled with horror. This...losing him, not remembering him, Sebastion being alone in the castle without him, it was worse than death. At least to Rhys it was.


    He let go of Sebastion and sat there, feeling numb, and he felt tears forming in his eyes. "You can't-" he sucked in a breath. "I don't want to leave you here alone. I don't want to forget you," Rhys could feel his heart breaking, but that was something magic couldn't heal.

    Hearing the man's voice crack snapped something in Sebastion and he went mute, shaking his head and clasping onto Rhy's hand with his own. He looked into his eyes and begged forgiveness with his own. "I did." Was all he could manage, "It's done." He held onto Rhys hand as it was his life line. "I'm so sorry." He wasn't sure if he could leave right then, drag Rhy to the throne room with him. What he did next was what he believed would be best for both of them.


    "But I want you to live and I can survive without you Rhy. I just need to know you didn't die because of me, I couldn't live with myself." He blinked back tears and slipped his hand away from Rhys. "You need to come with me to the throne room, the sooner we get this over with the better for both of us. The quicker I can forget you." What ever had snapped before was now completely shattered, if he didn't do this Rhy would never leave, he would either get himself killed or convince Sebastion to run away with him in a whirlwind of emotion. Sebastion knew he couldn't leave the kingdom with no heir and didn't think he could abandon his father either.


    He walked to the door of the cell and turned to face Rhy, he spoke in his princely voice that Rhy would know he used only to sound important and bossy. He used to joke that it made people listen to him, "come on."

    Rhys could understand why Sebastion would choose this. It was easier for the prince to let him walk away, alive, even if it meant he'd never remember him. Rhys would have probably done the same thing if the roles were reversed. Still, it didn't make this any less painful. Not one bit. "Very well," Rhys's voice was practically devoid of emotion at that point. He wouldn't say anything else, he wasn't going to get angry. It would be pointless, when he was just going to forget it anyways. Plus, none of this was the prince's fault - it was all of Rhys's own doing. Perhaps he deserved this.


    He rose to his feet, rolling his eyes at the voice he was using. Rhys paused though, before Sebastion. "Do not forget me. You're going to have to remember for the both of us," he said quietly, lifting a hand to press at the skin behind one of his ears. He murmured a spell and then Rhys's family symbol appeared there, like a tattoo. "To keep you safe," it was in a way marking territory. Other sorcerers would sense the power and know not to mess with him. It would essentially protect the prince while he was gone from any magic users. "And to make sure you don't forget," a sad smile appeared before he quickly embraced Sebastion, holding him close for as much longer as he could before he pulled away.


    "Lead the way, your majesty. I'll be right behind you," Rhys whispered, and sighed, and once the prince began walking to the throne room, he followed obediently. There was no other choice. If he ran, if he escaped, then he'd be wanted. And if he ever came back he'd be killed. He wished he had something of Sebastion's he could have, even if he never remembered, he still had him somehow.

    <p>Seb had leaned into Rhys touch and the warm magic had sent tingles down his body, he would even miss the feel of Rhys magic. He reached up and delicately touched the seal behind his ear, he decided to shave that side of his head so the seal would be more visable, it felt strangely nice to be marked as Rhys and he planned to broadcast it, even if he shouldn't. He also wanted to give something in return but he had no magic to use. He grinned when Rhy chided him for saying he would forget, "you know how great my memory is. I won't forget a single thing about you or about us." His sad smile only grew when Rhy called him 'your majesty.' He remembered when he first told Rhy to call him Sebastion and and soon it was further shortened to nicknames. Knowing that in only a short few minutes Rhy would no longer remember that was to much and turned his thoughts back to something he could give to Rhy.</p>
    <p>It came to him suddenly and he felt stupid for not thinking of it before. When they got to the throne room doors Sebastion stopped and turned to Rhy again, he spent a moment just soaking in the man's features. Another moment soaking in the look he had in his eyes when he knew who the prince was. "I want you to have this," he said slipping the ring off his finger, it was a crown shaped, gold around the edges and blackened in the grooves. He had always had it, his mother had given it to him when he was a kid and he had had it resized again and again. He adored the ring and he knew that Rhy knew that.</p>
    <p>He didn't know how the magic amnesia would work but if there was any faint emotional memory left then Rhy would never let go of the ring. He hesitantly took Rhy's left hand and slipped it on his ring finger, "change it if you want." He mumbled sheepishly, "your gonna be really confused when you wake up anyways so maybe this way you'll think you've got someone somewhere and won't cheat on me." That was more an excuse than anything, Rhy was his just as he was Rhy's. Trying to hide his reddening cheeks he spun around and opened the doors to the throne room, leading his love towards the king and the court sorcerer.</p>
    <p>ooc<br>The ring I was thinking of <a 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    Rhys nodded as he was assured that he wouldn't forget anything. He walked as slowly as he could, even dragging his feet, making this the longest walk. That way he could spend every last second he possibly could remembering as much. Every happy moment with Sebastion - every laugh, kiss - everything good. He kept it there at the front of his mind hoping somehow he could keep it all. When they stopped at the doors he finally let his shoulders drop in defeat. This was it. However, the prince caught him by surprise when he took off the ring- it meant a lot to Seb and it was a big deal if he was giving it to Rhys now. "Are you proposing to me, Seb?" he laughed - a sad laugh because even if that were the case, nothing would happen. A marriage between them wouldn't be possible anyways. Sebastion would have to produce heirs, have a queen. Rhys always liked to forget about that though. Now he would forever.


    "Thank you," Rhys murmured, then reached out for him again before he stepped in the throne room and gave him a long kiss. "I love you no matter what happens," he said, and then touched the ring on his finger gently. He would not lose that ring. Even if he didn't know why he had it, he wasn't going to loose it. With a deep breath he pushed past Sebastion and into the throne room, prepared for what was next. Instantly he was cuffed again - they didn't want him using his magic in defense. Not that Rhys could do anything anyways, he was practically drained. "Let's get this over with," he forced himself to remain strong, if not for himself but for Sebastion too. They'd get through this, and they'd see each other again one day. He gave a nod to the king and knelt to the ground. "My gratitude, your highness, for sparing my life. I'll abide to your terms," he took a glance at the castle's sorcerer. A middle aged woman - he knew her fairly well from being in the castle for so long. She didn't look too happy about all of this either, but she didn't have a choice.

    Sebastion could only watch as Rhy knelt before the king and the court sorcerer approached him. She started chanting and the king watched emotionless. As she continued the spell Seb got sicker and sicker, knowing every moment Rhy lost more and more of him. He moved closer and was quickly given a warning glance by his father. The court sorcerer touched Rhy lightly on the forehead and continued the chanting at that time the magic would cause Rhy to collapse, when he woke again he would no longer remember. The chanting continued only a little longer before she stopped with a huff and shuddered, it was a nice bit of magic she had just preformed.


    Sebastion rushed forward to go see Rhy, hold him one last time but a knight he hadn't noticed before stepped forward and grabbed him. He was sobbing hysterically and struggled against the man iron grip. He gave up when his father ordered Rhy be taken away, his father handed the knights a bag of money, a solid sum that would buy a house, even if it was run down. It would be a start. But Sebastion didn't think about that then all he could do was try to go to Rhy, how could he regret agreeing to this so much already. When they had finally taken Rhy away Sebastion clutched to the knights chest and just sobbed. The man had no idea what to do and just stood limply as the prince used him as a surrogate shoulder to cry on.


    His father he returned and excused the knight, Sebastion barely noticed the change between the knight and his father, the king held him briefly before starting to lead him to his room. The court sorcerer was summoned so as to put a resting spell on him but his hysterics only grew and he begged that they didn't erase his memories as well. Finally his father managed to convince to go to his room and he trudged up the stairs in daze as to guards followed behind him. Twice they had to stop him from falling but as soon as he reached his room, and ultimately his bed, they left him.


    He started to fall asleep as soon as he had curled into a ball, the last few days had been exhausting for him. Even the bed was bringing painful memories. Rhy has sat on it often while Sebastion had showed him outfit after outfit when he couldn't decide what to wear for some occasion or another. Other times they had merely lay they and spoke of whatever came to mind. Sebastion clutched the blanket between his fingers and finally fell asleep.


    He would remain that way for a week. Not waking to hear that Rhy had arrived safely at an outer village he didn't get to know the name of. Not waking when his illegitimate brothers date of execution was decided.


    Not waking when the alarm bells sounded his escape.


    //Timeskip now?? To when?

    [mmm we can time skip to the two years later when Rhys finds him being sold and pretty much buys /liberates hm for whatever reason. the brother returns to the kingdom and takes over and that's how seb gets sent away. I can edit this post and skip if u want let me know !!


    Short bc I'm at work heh]


    Rhys tried not to appear too scared but he was honestly terrified. Though he was confident he'd be fine out there in the world. After all he was only forgetting the past few months, not his entire life. Which meant wherever the king sent Rhys, he'd become a brutal, ruthless assassin again. Cheat at gambling, become the greedy self he was before he came to the castle. Rhys didn't want to be that person again but it was going to happen. He let his guard drop eventually and stayed there kneeling as the woman started the spell, chanting.


    It wasn't a pleasant experience, having memories plucked. In fact it was quite painful, and he became more and more dazed as she continued, a burning sensation in his head. After what seemed like forever the pain ceased and he collapsed to the ground. Guards picked him up and removed him from the room, bringing him out to a carriage that was going to take him outside the boundaries of the kingdom.

    [I can do the skip If you don't mind! ⏱ ZOOOOM --->


    2 years later...


    Sebastian panted heavily as he was forced into a small carriage made like a prison cell. There were two other people in the cage as well, two men around his age and an older women who hadn't been made to wear shackles with the rest of them. A man came through handing a small piece of bread and water to the other three, Sebastian was only given a look of sympathy by his cage mates, he was gagged and his hands were tightly bound behind his back. He doubted he could stomach the food anyway, though he knew he would need it soon.


    Hours would tick by as the carriage continued on it's way, the castle, his only home for years, forgotten as it fell below the horizon. The sun was beating down on them and Seb was thankful only that the clothes he wore protected his skin, the sweat that poured off him was the consequence. As they continued the former prince began to wilt and soon he leaned heavily on the corner of the cage. When the carriage stopped and the man returned with water he looked up expectantly but the man made no move to remove the gag. "Won't you give the poor boy some water?"


    The man viciously back handed the women, "do you know who that is? I don't but when the new king tells you not to remove the gag and sell him to the highest bidder in the middle of nowhere you obey! Give him water? Here he can have your to then." The man walked over to Seb but instead of removing the he dumped the cups onto his head, it cooled him down. But the man didn't leave it at that he kicked Sebastian in the chest and continued to hit him until the boy slipped in unconsciousness.


    He awoke to find three new occupants in his cage, he made no move to get out of the curled up position he was locked in. It was midday again, he'd slept an entire night. Now his stomach ached with hunger and his throat was soar like sandpaper, he didn't have enough spit to get the taste of blood from his mouth. The rolled into a small outer village and Sebastian was forced to wait as they loaded the others out, they let him stay in the cage while the others were sold and he lost himself in thought.


    He was remembering Rhy for some reason, perhaps it was because he was in an outer village. He had promised to get the back as soon as he became king but there was almost no hope of that now. He remembered the mark and desperately wanted to touch it, it was covered by hair again he'd kept that side of his head shaved to reveal it. When his brother had reappeared and started to threaten the throne he had forgotten all about displaying it. Now that his brother, or King Favel Grosk as he named himself, wielded a strange staff and had... had gotten rid of their father and mother Sebastian had only one desire. Reclaim the throne.


    But first he would have to escape from whoever bought him here. The man who had beat him returned and dragged him from the cage, hands still bound mouth still gagged. He was forced onto a low platform and stood before the village members and outlying farmers who had come to buy labourers. He didn't look at their faces as the bidding began, it was slow going at first as it took awhile to see the healthy man he was under the bruising and dirt. But was it picked up he feared more and more what would happen, as the final bids started to come in he squeezed his eyes shut and waited. Who was about to become the owner of a prince?


    //You said in the plot that you had an idea for the quest they would take to get the throne right? I was thinking that, during the quest maybe Rhy could try and train Seb a bit about assassination, they could hole up in a city somewhere for awhile while they trained (Seb would probably suck and cry a lot but that's just him being him haha) so thoughts?

    [ill have to make up a new idea cause it's been forever since i made the plot haha. I'm pretty much winging it. But lol sure we can do that]


    Rhys had been set up with a life in a town a little ways away from the kingdom in a small outer village. He was given a place to stay - and once he had woken up with a foggy head, he'd acted as if he'd lived in that town all along. And something inside him had changed, he didn't completely go back to being an assassin. Instead he became a vigilante of sorts at night, saving people around the village, giving them money. He earned his money by becoming the town blacksmith, and then on the black market sold potions to the rich. It was quite the busy life for the young sorcerer. But he knew and could feel that something was off - there was a heavy feeling of loss inside of him. He couldn't place it, but every once in a while grief would take over and he'd need a moment or so alone to gather himself.


    Over the past two years he'd become a favorite person of the village. Many people came to him for advice, the children for stories, or other toys Rhys would craft. He did like it there but he always felt he was meant for something much more, and that something was very much missing in his life. So it was why he was saving up his money. Of course with his income he was already one of the richer people of the town, he still was setting aside money to buy his own boat and travel the world, become a merchant perhaps. He wanted to go find what he had lost - whatever that was.


    But that journey wouldn't be happening just yet. Rhys needed much more money to be able to go. He was weaving himself through the market, collecting meat and bread and fruit for his dinner that night, and then he grabbed some hay to take care of the horse in his stable. There was a crowd though out there today, humans were being auctioned off again. Rhys never involved himself in that, he thought it an awful idea to enslave other humans to do work and treat them terribly. He often freed those who weren't treated well by their masters. Rhys had to move through this crowd in order to get back to his small villa, and he mumbled "excuse me's" as he made his way through.


    It only took one glance towards the stage where they were auctioning the people that made Rhys freeze. There was one man up there - the last one left, bids were going out for him. Rhys stared at the young man, squinting his eyes. Something drew Rhys to the man, and he had no idea what overcame him as his hand shot up for a bid. Before he knew it he was being lead up to the front to pay the auctioneer. Rhys shoved the money in his hands, disbelieving he had just done that but it was too late. The man was his now. Rhys thanked them quietly. "Do you want him tied up still, Sir?" they asked Rhys, who shook his head.
    "No, untie him," Rhys ordered and the men did so, and then the sorcerer grabbed the former prince by his arm, carefully as he could see he was injured, and he pulled him away from the crowd. "Hmph," he murmured as he looked the man over. Rhys of course didn't recognize him at all, but he felt something - he couldn't place it. Perhaps it was just Rhys's empathy and pity for him.

    The bidding stopped and he knew that he had been sold, he opened his eyes as they lead him towards his new master. The moment Sebastian saw him he couldn't move, the man leading him was forced to give him a push to keep him going. He would've started hyperventilating but the gag already prevented him from getting enough oxygen anyway. He could only stare, wide eyed at the man who stood in front of him. He almost cried then and there but he hadn't cried since the day Rhy had left so he wasn't going to cry now that he had found him.


    He was untied and almost instantly leaped into Rhy's arms but instead the man grabbed him by the arm, gently and not entirely uncaring, but it was with the intimacy he still remembered they had shared. The world crashed down on him again, of course Rhy didn't remember him. He wondered why Rhy had bought him and desperately wanted to see Rhy's left hand to check if the ring was still there. But he had been lead forward quickly and away from the crowd. He wanted to say something.


    "Thank you," he realized that the thank you might be premature, he had no idea if Rhy was planning on using him as a slave but he hardly cared. He had a feeling that it wasn't going to be like that though. They continued on through the small village and Sebastian drank in the sights and the sounds, this was where Rhy had lived for the past two years. Sebastian was twenty now so Rhy would be twenty-one, he was old enough to court the women of the village, or the men.


    Still it was nice little town, a few people sent curious glances towards the two as they wove through the streets. The walking hurt Sebs cramped legs and exaggerated his dehydration. He had to slow down ad started to lag behind, eventually he was so slow that he yanked Rhys arm as they walked, he mumbled a quick 'sorry' before continuing, trying his best to keep the pace.


    //I changed Sebs age to one year younger then Rhy

    [ok!]


    Rhys studied the young man for a moment - he wasn't actually all that different in age from himself. His reaction to Rhys was strange too, but the sorcerer didn't care too much to ask questions. Though he was wondering himself why he even bothered to save this guy. He was out some money and he had no need for a slave. He'd just set him free then. Give him some coin, weapons, and send him on his way. Yes, that was what he'd do. First he would clean him up and feed him and then he would go.


    He did still have the ring, it just wasn't on his finger anymore. It got in the way often of his work, so he'd looped it through a cord and kept it around his neck. Rhys knew it meant something, he just didn't know where it came from or what it was. At the moment he assumed it was his parents ring. At the sound of the young man thanking him, Rhys paused. Why would he be thanking him for buying him? Shouldn't he be resenting him? Rhys shook his head and continued on, walking through the streets as he made his way to his home.


    Rhys looked back at him when his arm was yanked. The guy looked exhausted - of course he'd been tossed around for some time. "Stop," he ordered and pulled out his canteen, handing it over. He wanted to use his magic to heal him, but that was a secret he so rarely often shared. Instead he waited. "We're almost there," he explained, and then after a few moments Rhys began walking again, much slower to keep up pace with his new responsibility. After a few more minutes they reached both his home and his shop. His shop was in front and in back were his quarters. Rhys brought him inside and then shut the door. "Sit by the fire. I'll light it in a moment," he brought his purchases for the day over to his table in the kitchen and began organizing everything.

    Sebastion was instantly grateful for the water and gulped it down thirstily before returning the empty canteen to Rhy and wiping his lips. He resisted the order in his mind having to remind himself of the position that he was now in. He smiled at the reassuring words and nodded, the slower pace allowed for him to keep up and soon they arrived at Rhy's house. Sebastion, although surprised at first, was happy to see the blacksmith forge. It meant that Rhy was supplying himself with a legal job at least.


    They walked through the shop and Sebastion looked around, when they got back to Rhys quarters he soaked in the warmth of the home, it felt like the old Rhy to him. The man he had first battled in the castle court yard eons ago. He sat beside the fire and waited patiently for Rhy to return. He wanted to warm up as much as he wanted to clean up and eat. His mind was racing with more then necessities though, but the ache of bruises on his side and chest reminded him not to forget long.


    He had though not long ago he'd escape from his new master and fight for his throne himself but with Rhy a whole new path opened up. He deperately wanted to tell Rhy about their history but also worried that remembering with the spell in place would have an adverse side affect. He wasn't sure how that magic worked but he had heard some people said it created a barrier in the mind. He didn't know if remembering because someone yelled all the facts at you would be painful in any way. And who was to say Rhy would believe him. There was one thing he could do though,


    He could try and convince Rhy that he was the dethroned prince, explain the horrors he had seen in the castle and convince the assassin to join him in an attempt to regain the throne. If they managed that then the court sorcerer might be able to unlock Rhys memories. He had no idea how they might complete the task though. The staff his brother had wielded was another thing as well, if he had the option he would love to stop in the city of Zari to study some magical texts at their college, figure out the staffs powers.


    He was completely lost in thought but his eyes followed his former lovers hands as they unpacked and organized his bought goods. He wondered when he would return to light the fire and a small shudder passed through the boy, less of cold and more of fear as he realized something. Rhy had been willing to kill him before they had gotten to know each other what if he had something against the prince he'd never told him. Surely he didn't. But even if he did there could be a remedy to stop it, offer the man a substantial sum for his help. He wasn't sure if it would come to that but he was prepared.