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    Rhysand merely snorted at his joking about sneaking into his room at night. Seb was definitely a flirt, but Rhys still did his best to ignore it. He'd been serious about not wanting anything. It would only complicate things...and things already were because Rhys already felt the attraction, the connection to the prince.


    Rhys had been in the middle of washing his hair when Seb eventually joined him and settled into his own pool to clean off. He merely murmured a greeting before relaxing in the silence of scrubbing himself nice and clean, for once. He'd have to go find somewhere to clean his clothing as well. When Seb spoke up to him and asked him about a family seal, it was a bit odd, but he replied. "Yes. I'd know it anywhere," he touched the ring on his finger. "I have it right here," he replied. The ring that Seb gave him was still dangling around his neck, resting on his bare chest; he rarely took it off. "Why do you ask?" he questioned Sebastion.


    After a few more moments of soaking in the baths he got out and dried himself with a towel, slipping into the clothing he'd brought with him to the baths, strapping on the weapons as well. He'd decided to leave his swords and bow back in his room - no one would be fighting them then. But he still had daggers here and there to be safe. At the mention of food, his stomach let out a grumble. "Food sounds wonderful," he said, patting his stomach. "Splurge?" he chuckled before shrugging. "Why not. Let's go explore and eat whatever we find," he said and then slipped on shoes and headed out of the baths. "Anything you need from your rooms before heading out?" he asked, pretty much ready to go right then - and in a good mood too

    Seb was glad to see the ring around Rhys neck, although a little saddened to now that the mark would be immediately recognized. "No reason really..." he brushed off the question.

    When Rhys was ready as well Seb smiled happily, "just my coins." He said. After getting them he joined Rhys at the front of the castle. "Where should we go first?" He wondered aloud. He settled on going whatever way he saw the most people going from. Deciding to go left, down a nicely cobbled road and towards a well lit busy looking district he took hold of Rhys wrist without though and lead him down the road.

    "Let's find some good food then." Seb said excitedly as the entered an area filled with people. His eyes jumped from building to building as he looked for a tavern.

    "I haven't known you long, but you don't mention something unless you have a reason," Rhys said with a bit of a frown. "But I trust you enough to not ask questions," he replied and then waited outside their rooms while Seb grabbed his coins. Rhys's were already with his clothes, never usually letting the coins out of his sight, even if they were enchanted to come back to him. Magic wasn't always reliable, especially now that they were in a city of magic users.


    He followed Sebastion out of the castle and through the streets, even letting him pull him along by his wrist. That wasn't harmful right? Rhys kept himself alert, definitely smelling good, and his stomach grumbled a little bit more. Up ahead he heard music playing and he lead the way instead, gripping Seb's hand his time to yank him along, and entering a tavern that had a live band playing. His eyes skimmed along what was being served. Some sort of meat, and potatoes, and vegetables. "This looks good," he said and grabbed the attention of one of the workers there before sliding into a vacant table, finally letting go of Sebastion. He'd chosen this one because it was lively and the food looked good. "Maybe I can get you to dance out there," he grinned, motioning to the people doing just that with the music.


    Someone eventually came over with food, and asked them what they wanted to drink, which magically appeared for them. "Enjoy!" they said and disappeared into the crowd. "I love it here," Rhys sighed. "I almost don't want to leave,"

    As soon as Rhys grabbed his hand he instinctively wanted to intertwine their fingers, linger in the touch. Only the hunger controlling his thoughts stopped him from doing it. Instead he focused on the tavern he was being pulled into. The atmosphere was amazing and the music was pleasant. The smell that carried through the tavern was mouthwatering and Seb happily followed Rhys to the vacant seat.


    "I'm a prince, if I dance everyone else will go homed ashamed of their own skills." Seb joked, before coughing into his fist and trying to hide his embarrassment and the smile that crept onto his lips. Rhys could dance too. And once Seb had known that he'd never let up, the few times he could manage to drag the then knight along to some fancy function or another he'd made sure to get the last dance. Of course his father had yelled at him because of the rumors he might start but that never stopped him. Sebastion loved to dance and show off, plus he loved Rhys. Put two together and he was having the time of his life. Add Rhys... The smile finally died on his lips as he remembered the other somber thought. Back then Rhys had loved him too.


    He was pulled away from his self-pity when the waiter appeared with the food and drinks. He was a little cautious to accept the drink, manifesting out of thin air made it lose credibility as a drink. He only drank when the warm food was to much and he had to cool down his mouth. When his immediate starvation was sated he slowed down and started to enjoy the food instead. "You picked a good place." He said. "It feels so mundane. But in a good, I haven't experienced mundane enough, kind of way." He added with a chuckle.


    "You've always had good taste though." Ack! He bit his tongue, "I mean since I've known you it seems like you have..." He trailed off and touched the mark. "Anyway can I ask you another question about your families mark before we go dancing. Does it hold any power, you come from a long line a magic users right? So if you put your family seal on something... or say, someone, if that's even possible. Haha." He composed himself and and shook his head slightly, "but yeah, is it any different then my family seal in anything other then the political sense?"

    Rhys laughed as he bragged about his dancing skills. "And now, I really need to see you out there dancing," he...liked this. Having fun, enjoying himself. He didn't expect their journey to allow them a bit of relief. He had figured it was going to be hard and scary and they wouldn't make it through. Of course that could all still happen but at least they could be here, have a break. And plus, spending the time with Sebastion? To Rhys, this was the best time he'd had in a long time and he was glad to have the prince at his side. At one point Rhys noted a sad look on Seb's face and he had almost reached across the table to touch his hand - something to ask what the matter was, but the food had come and interrupted them.


    He'd dug in and didn't speak almost at all until the food was gone and his stomach was pleasantly full. He sipped his drink , which was definitely alcoholic. That was fine with Rhys. Tonight was just about relaxing and having fun. "It's not exactly mundane," he chuckled and motioned to others in the tavern. Some people didn't even have normal skin colors - some were blue or purple. Some had strange eyes, even. Some were performing magic and aweing people around. People dancing weren't exactly flat on the ground. "This reminds me of home," he sighed sadly, glancing down at the table.


    Rhys glanced back up at him as he asked again about his deal. "On a piece of paper or stamp it holds no power no, so it's mostly political that way," he shook his head. "Other than that,I can mark someone with it, as a protection spell of sorts," he answered before tilting his head. "Sebastion - what is this about?" now he was getting concerned with all of these questions. He however, was not able to get a reply from Sebastion because a pretty young woman approached Rhys. "Dance with me!" she pleaded, tugging at his arm. Rhys was too kind to say no and he went along, shooting Seb a look that said "we'll talk about this later" but he also reached for Seb to pull him along to go dance as well.

    "This? Your right that it isn't mundane but it isn't as stuffy as a board meeting in a palace. I would love to hear about you home." Seb mused, even when they had known each other before Rhys had spoke of his past home very little. What Rhys said drew his attention to the people around him but Seb made an effort not to focus on them, he didn't want to stare at them rudely. He had something much nicer to look at anyway.


    Rhys was kind to answer his questions, though Sebastion sidled his eyes away when the questions were turned around on him. Why had he become so curious, even he wasn't sure himself? Maybe it was because the mark had been so active lately, so present in conscious? What ever it was he need a proper excuse. He was about to say the beginning of a sentence in hopes it would come to him as he went but was happily interrupted a cheerful young lady.


    "Go have fun you womanizer!" Seb called out jokingly as Rhys was lead away. He quelled the pang of jealously by remembering Rhys wasn't his and that he wasn't interested in woman. He though about following right away, finding his own person to dance with. Then opted to cool his head and finish his drink. It wasn't a taste he was familiar with and he was finishing the dregs when the warm buzz in his head finally made sense. The drink must've had alcohol in it, Seb hadn't even noticed.


    He'd drank it a bit fast and was pleasantly buzzed. When the waiter came by and asked if he would like another he nodded his head before dropping it to the table with a sigh. He wanted Rhys to get his memories back and then he'd jump him and do unprincely things. And he wanted to get this journey over with and reclaim his throne. Though he had to admit that the travels had their upsides. What were they looking for again, an orb for something... An army would be nice but if an orb would do an orb would do. He wondered how long they could stay in this city. It might be better if they took their time and had a break, Seb's brother had done little after taking the throne. They could probably afford some rest.


    The waiter returned he quickly drank half of the sweet drink before setting it back on the table and joining the crowd on the dance floor. At first he couldn't see Rhys and found himself being pulled into dancing with a woman with orange eyes. All the music so far was up beat and fast paced and Seb had fun dancing to it. When his partner was stolen away by another man he hurried off and into the midst of the other dancers.


    When he finally saw Rhys he couldn't help the grin that came across his face. He walked over with a drunken confident swagger. "Can I steal you back now?" He asked cutely and reached out his hand for Rhys to take.

    Rhys merely looked a bit scared, practically giving Seb a "save me" look as he was yanked away. Womanizer - hah, they both knew he was far from that. He was forced to join in on the dance - which wasn't intimate at all or anything, it was just some jig that went along with the song and it took Rhys a few moments to follow along, but he did his best. It was fun and he danced with quite a lot of people, but he kept glancing back at their table to make sure Seb was okay. He was still there alone the first few times he checked and it made Rhys slightly sad, so he'd attempted to return only to be pulled back in.


    Rhys had looked over one more time and Seb wasn't at the table anymore. He turned around and sighed in relief, there he was. Rhys glanced him over, taking in his movements, before chuckling and accepting Seb's hand. "You're a bit drunk aren't you?" he asked - Seb's face was a little flushed and he seemed to be a bit more bold than usual. "I was just about to try and go and find you, so yes, steal me away," he had no idea why he was going along with this. Letting a drunken Seb flirt with him. But Rhys didn't care at the moment. He liked the attention

    Seb smile only turned into a full grin when Rhys accepted and he took the other's hand excitedly. He started to dance with the other, mimicking the movements of those around him who seemed to know what they were doing. The entire time he made sure that part of him was touching Rhys, his hand or hip. He let his touches linger. He knew he shouldn't. As the dancing continued the music slowly started to change to something slower. Seb didn't even give Rhys a chance to to escape, he pulled him close.


    "Let's dance," he mumbled a little as he stepped closer. He was starting to feel a little hot and tired and as the music swelled and the bodies around them took similar positions to dance alongside them Seb was forced to move even closer to Rhys. Absentmindedly he placed his forehead on Rhys shoulder while still leading him through the movements of the dance.


    "Could you ever like me?" He asked, saying it out loud before he could stop himself. "You should get drunk too, I'd be fine to do it... if you were willing. Even if you'd just forget again any way." He laughed to himself, clutching to Rhys hand a little tighter. The music started to change back to the usual upbeat version and Seb pulled slowly away from the contact. Realizing what he had said, and the awkward position he had just thrown Rhys into he blushed, though it wasn't noticeable under his already flushed face.


    "Ah, sorry. Never mind me, I drank a little to much."

    Rhys had only given a startled, but playful look in return at Seb's grin as he pulled him into the dance that had started around them. And at that point Rhys just..lost himself. It wasn't like dancing with the other people, no, he was completely focused on his dance partner and he was having fun. He barely even noticed the lingering touches only because it all felt so natural and right. Like this was how it always was. Rhys briefly questioned how easy it was to just be around Sebastion. He didn't have to hide himself, pretend to be something he wasn't. He shook his head and merely focused on enjoying his time, laughing occasionally.


    The music tempo died down to something slower, and before he could drag Seb back to their booth he was grabbed tightly, continuing the dance. Rhys didn't move for a few moments as Seb rested his forehead on his shoulder. A joking comment almost made it out before Seb spoke up. Rhys tensed up, only because the question made him very sad for some reason. "I could, like you. I just don't think it's the right time," Rhys murmured, and then grew a confused expression about mentioning being drunk, and then Seb was quickly pulling away, flushed and apologizing.


    "If I were to be with you, I wouldn't want to be drunk," Rhys frowned. "And I'd want to remember. Seb what is all of this ab-" it was getting too loud where they were, in the mass off all the dancing, so Rhys cut himself off. "Let's get out of here," he said and passed coins to the person who waited on the earlier, and then he grabbed Seb's wrist and filed him out the door and onto the street. He kept Seb close though, unsure how he was going to be on his feet. "I smell pastries, and chocolate. Let's stuff our faces and then head back alright?" he suggested, changing the subject altogether and pulling him down the street to the smell of sweets.

    Seb was dragged along by Rhys and honestly he was happy for the excuse to drop the topic. He would have patience then. "I wan't somethin' sweet!" He said happily as they left. He stumbled a little as they went and bumped into Rhys every now an again. Soon the source of the scent had been revealed, a small bakery with a happily smiling young guy serving the customers, in back Seb could see an older woman sprinkling sugar on some sort of pastry.


    Seb hurried ahead, Rhys momentarily forgotten in his search for food. He patted his hip to make sure his coin purse was still there. He bounded up to the counter and stood for a moment in awe of everything. The young guy manning the counter approached with a servers smile. "Can I help you?" He asked politely and Seb nodded, still trying to figure out what he wanted.


    He ended up just gesturing to a chocolate pastry thing and getting two. The guy got it for him and Seb threw a few unfamiliar coins on the counter, gauging the man's expression to see if it was enough. Judging by the way he hastily scooped the coins off the counter it had been more then enough. "I haven't seen you around before?"


    "Mmm." Was Sebs immediate reply, the pastry was perfect. "Yeah, I just got here recently. I'm with my friend.." He threw a hurried glance around for Rhys. When he found him he said good bye and made his way over, he handed Rhsy the other treat and smiled. He found himself brushing hair from his eyes and sighed. "I need to get my hair cut." He said allowed,f forgetting that he was growing it out to hide the mark.


    //Sorry this took so long I've had finals all week.

    [oh that's okay. finals are always a fun time]


    Rhys shook his head as they walked along, Seb still tipsy. He stayed nearby the prince to make sure he didn't fall over or pass out. Rhys hoped neither of those things happened, as he would rather not have to carry the young man all the way back to the castle. When Seb found the pastry shop he had run ahead to purchase, and Rhys quickly hurried after him. There was no way he would be letting a drunk Seb out of his sight.


    He waited patiently by the vendor, seeing as Seb was handling himself fairly well. Rhys grinned when he came back with the food and took the one that Seb had offered him. He gave it a sniff and a small groan of content escaped his mouth as he took a small bite. "Ohh this is good," he murmured. Rhys tilted his head as Seb complained about getting his hair cut, and the sorcerer reached out to ruffle it. "Really? I kind of like the long locks," he commented. "I'm sure we could find someone around here to cut it? Or I could," he added, since it would probably cost coin to do that and Rhys had cut his own hair before.


    "Come on let's go sit," Rhys said and then dragged his companion with him to a fountain in the town square and sat down on the edge to continue eating his snack, and hopefully to get Seb to calm down as well.

    "I'm happy you like it," Seb spoke in response to Rhys groan. He nibbled on his own snack and looked down. Only to jerk his head back up when Rhys started petting it. "I guess it doesn't matter then... If it's fine like this. Or maybe you could cut it."


    Seb realized he was going down a path he couldn't turn away from. When Rhys saw the mark some sort of explanation would be required and Seb wasn't in the right mind to create a good enough excuse. Even sober it was hard to come up with a reason behind why he was marked with Rhys family crest, maybe he could make up something about his distant family. Though he doubted he knew enough about them for that to work.


    As Seb was lead through the crowd to the fountain his face lit up. "Wow it's like the one in the palace courtyard!" He exclaimed as they walked over to the fountain. It was probably twice the size though and the magical lights that bobbed through the water and illuminated the grey-blue stones were something he'd never seen before. He pushed away the pang of homesickness and sat beside Rhys. He happily chowed down on his snack and took in the sights.


    The square was quite lively and Seb was just managing to get over the shock of seeing people with animalistic body parts and abnormal eye colours walk by. He envied them a little, though understood what they had faced because of the visible affects of their magics. He saw a woman walk by with her tail swishing happily and it occurred to him that Rhys didn't have any such marks, or at least none that had been revealed to Seb.


    His stil slightly buzzed mind asked the question, "Rhys what would you look like with cats ears and a tail..." His sober heart made him blush and waved his hands to signify he had definitely not been imagining just that. He cleared his throat before trying again, "I mean do you have anything like," he gestured to a man walking by with unnatural eyes.

    Rhys nodded. "I could cut it. Or someone else," he shrugged. "Let me know," he said. Seb's reaction to the fountain earned a smile from Rhys as they approached. "You've got a fountain in the palace courtyard? Must be fancy," he settled on the edge of it and munched on his food while he watched other people wander all around them. He too, felt a bit homesick. To his real home, with his parents, and the magic. He missed being able to use it freely. Even if the massacres were over for magic users, normal people still resented them, so they remained hidden. Or lived in places like this.


    A light laugh escaped Rhys when Seb asked what he looked like with ears and a tail. He quickly finished his food and stood up, using magic to give himself the illusion of ears and a tail. He peered into the fountain to see his reflection. "I look ridiculous, that's what," he chuckled before making it disappear. "No. I don't have unique markings like them. Usually when they're like that they have different races mixed in their genes. Shapeshifters, elves, faeries," he explained and returned to sitting. "I'm a pureblood sorcerer," he explained and wiped his face to make sure there was no pastries on them.


    "You're funny when drunk," Rhys gave a small smile. "Up for more adventures or do you think you want to go back?" he asked.

    Seb gawked at Rhys when he changed his appearance and hid behind the remains of his treat when the other sat down. Ridiculous?! He cursed Rhys right then and there, for testing his patience by not remembering him and then leaving him with that mental image forever. Seb quickly will Rhys to have a miraculous memory regain. When nothing happened he did his best to force the image from his head and tried to decide what to do next.


    The city was full of adventure. Whether it be people, places or even the ambiance of Serki the city was defiantly magical. But Sebastion was a little drunk and getting tired. He wanted equally to roam as he did to sleep. He was about to suggest Rhys help him walk off whatever alcohol remained in his system when he felt the mark tingle. It did that all the time yet this time was slightly different.


    He felt a shock come from it and yelp in surprise his hand going to the mark and his head jerking up to find the source of the mark's defensiveness. He made eye contact with a pale-faced women halfway across the courtyard, she looked left and right, as if planning an escape when she visibly steeled herself and strode forward. hen she was half a pace away from the sitting Seb she gave him an extremely apologetic look.


    "I'm so sorry!" She gave a slight bow meant for apology not because she knew him. "I thought you looked just like the prince of a neighboring kingdom. They say he died but you bear such a striking resemblance that I though it might be possible you were him. So I tried to delve into your mind. Just a little, of course! I don't make a habit of it either. Umm, sorry. I didn't realize that someone so powerful was protecting you, or uh marked you, I should've known that the prince wouldn't be in a city of magic like this." With that she smiled pleasantly, and hurried off, leaving a stunned and sobered prince covering the mark with his hand and desperately thinking of how to explain.


    "Well... That was weird. I'm feeling sleepy so maybe we should go to bed right now. Haha! How weird..." He hurried from his seat and realized he was still covering the mark. He dropped his hand and fiddled with his hair. He wanted to run ahead but instead waited patiently for Rhys to stand, though only because he had no idea how to get back.

    Rhys let out a small sigh, just happy to be there at the moment, relaxing with his new friend - and he did consider him a friend now. Sebastion was just comfortable to be around, and Rhys had to admit having a friend would be nice. He had been about to offer something, since Seb wasn't answering, when the prince suddenly yelped. Rhys immediately grew concerned and reached forwards to touch his shoulder before whipping around, looking as well for who had done that.


    It was some woman who'd looked very sheepish, and instead of escaping she hurried over. Rhys immediately moved to at least partially blocking Seb from any harm, the sorcerer going into defensive mode. However he backed down as the woman immediately apologized. He was worried for a moment, when she correctly identified Seb, but because of some sort of protection spell on the prince, she assumed she was wrong.


    Rhys now turned his full attention to Sebastion, shocked at the fact the prince had a protection spell on him and he hadn't even noticed! Rhys was a powerful sorcerer and he hadn't realized something like that. How? Now he remembered the others looking at Seb when they first came to the town. As soon as the woman was gone and Seb stood up, trying to brush this off.


    Seb had asked about something like this just before, and now Rhys was extremely interested and confused. He stood with Seb, shaking his head with a frown, stepping close. "Youre showing me that mark as soon as we return," he didn't seem happy right then. "How could you have kept this vital information from me? A sorcerer has put a protection spell on you, and I can't even sense it!" he frowned, before turning and motioning for him to follow him back.

    Seb was a little shocked at how angry Rhys had become and mildly shocked that the other hadn't been able to sense the mark. Though it made sense, the mark had the same presence as Rhys did so he probably couldn't distinguish it from his own. Seb followed quickly behind Rhys and worked up the courage to speak up. "It's not your place to order me around." He mumbled so Rhys couldn't hear. His pride as a prince had taken a blow.


    He followed down the winding streets and slowly forgot about making a comeback. He studied Rhys instead, he walked confidently although a little quickly. Sebastion could tell that he was a little upset but noticed how the other didn't move so fast that Seb struggled to keep up. The hall came into view and Seb was reminded of the predicament that he now faced.


    The mark was a secret that he had been hoping to keep for a long time, it was almost impossible to explain away. Who was he kidding, it was entirely impossible to explain. One doesn't just happen upon the protection of one an extremely powerful sorcerer like Rhys. Not bringing it up beforehand had made him doubly suspicious.


    When they arrived at the castle Seb manged to find his own way, he was much more comfortable wt the layout of the castle then the city. He made it to his room just before Rhys and contemplated just locking the door but he remembered he hadn't gotten a key for the adjoining doors as well so it would be pointless. When he had entered the candles had lit themselves and the room was now brightly lit. His earlier sleepiness had faded some and he waited patiently for Rhys to come in and demand an explanation he didn't have. He prepared himself to remain silent, not sure how the knowledge of the mark might affect Rhys.

    Rhys glanced back at him. "I don't care! You're hiding something from me," he pointed out in frustration. "All these questions, your strange behavior..." as he spoke it out loud it made much more sense to him. The question about marks and symbols and protection spells - he knew he had it the whole time and he neglected to tell Rhys. And it wasn't because he just had forgotten, it was because he didn't want Rhys to know. And that worried Rhys.

    He wandered through the streets, making sure Seb was behind him at all times, not wanting the other man to try and avoid this, get away from him. They eventually made it back to the castle and Seb seemed to remember where to go, as he was manuevering his way easily. He'd headed straight for his own door so quickly, which only made Rhys's suspicious increase.


    He went into his own room and didn't even hesitate or put any of his things down, remove his shoes before the went for the conjoining door. Rhys had somewhat calmed himself, his goal not wanting to scare Sebastion. He just wanted answers. "I'd like to see it please," he murmured softly, and took slow steps forward until he was there, and he gently brushed his hand along Seb's head, trying to find the mark. It didn't take long, and Rhys didn't need to see the mark. He felt it, the slightly raised skin, and the shock of magic that went up his arm which earned a gasp from Rhys, and the sorcerer's hand pulled back quickly.


    Shock and confusion immediately crossed Rhys's face as he desperately searched Seb's for some sort of answer. "How?" he gasped out. "How could you possibly have my family's mark on you?" It was practically a whisper as the distrust eventually filled in to Rhys's expression.

    Seb wanted to fight Rhys touch, he didn't want the other to see it it. Despite everything when finally confronted with this moment he wanted to simply hide, he didn't want Rhys to know if it risked everything he had kept secret for so long. But yet he couldn't stop himself from allowing the touch that moved towards the mark, even as he softly denied it. "It's nothing Rhys, okay. Your going to freak out when you know so just don't. Okay? Trust me."


    He felt the mark react to the touch, warm to him, like when it had first been placed on his skin. The sudden movement from Rhys caused Seb to wince. It hurt to look at Rhys so confused and Seb wanted to comfort him. Instead he drew back, making his face impassive and trying to keep his body relaxed. How? He turned his eyes to the ground and stared at his feet, he hadn't taken his shoes off yet. How? "Magic," he said with a chuckle. He couldn't meet Rhys eyes and was surprised when he found his own vision grow bury.


    He smiled as he wiped the tears from his eyes. He could see the distrust written on Rhys face and his heart sunk. The memories of that night in the dungeons had him on the verge of breaking down. Why did it have to be just him! Why did only he have to remember the others soft words and empty promises. Why was he the only one who got to remember what their love had felt like? Why did he have to be the one to spent years in hell just because he remembered and the other didn't. He didn't know what to do, he felt so hurt and knew it wasn't Rhys fault. Yet he snapped anyways.


    "I told you it was nothing didn't I!" He shouted at Rhys, something he wasn't sure he had done with such venom before. "Why did you have to go and spoil everything. I cannot explain it to you, not know. I refuse to explain it to you! I am royalty," it occurred to him that he really wasn't anymore and did nothing to improve his mood," Arghhhh."


    He went to kick the chair but thought better and instead turned away and walked over to the bed, sinking down and burying his head in his hands. He took a breath and prepared himself. He was given this mark for protection, so he would never forget Rhys and used it as a constant reminder that he was no longer going to cry over foolish things. He took another breath and calmed his anger.


    "Sorry, I'm just tired... This is a lot of adventure for me all at once." Seb finally made complete eye contact, his face kept blank as best he could. "This mark Rhys. I can't deny it, nor can I explain it to you. It wasn't something I kept from you to cause you pain, you would've been fine not knowing forever. I would've told you sooner or later though. I've done nothing to hurt you so far right?"


    Seb stood up and approached Rhys, carefully reaching out his hand to hold the others. " I need to ask some people at the college about some things and if everything is fine then I will tell you everything. I beg you to keep trusting me until then. This is really all I can offer you now but you can ask, I'll answer what I can."


    //wow, Seb is a really emotionally unstable character//watching your brother murder your parents and take over your kingdom can do that to a guy

    [poor lil bean]


    Rhys couldn't do much except stand there as Seb refused to explain anything to him. And Seb looked so distraught and sad that it hurt Rhys too. What did he know that made everything hurt so much? And then there was the fact Rhys was torn between wanting to comfort Seb, and turning away to leave him alone because he felt betrayed. This whole time Seb knew something and had been holding back, and Rhys didn't like that.


    His life had finally been starting to change, maybe have some sort of meaning and he thought it was all a wonderful accident. But it seemed Seb knew exactly who Rhys was and now Rhys was questioning everything. "Don't you dare blame me for asking questions," he had hissed as Seb started yelling. "I have every right to wonder what on earth is going on," he had defended.


    He was too angry and upset to do anything to help Seb now. Rhys knew he probably should let it go for the time being, and not make Seb anymore upset than the already was, as the prince seemed extremely unstable. But Rhys needed to get out of that room and be alone. His hands jerked away immediately as Seb reached out for them. "Don't touch me," he frowned, backing up towards the door linking their rooms.


    "I don't want to talk until you tell me what's going on," Rhys whispered and turned around quickly, pushing through the door and then letting it close behind him before a frustrated yell let out and he dropped onto his bed.

    Seb felt tears burn in his eyes when Rhys shouted at him not to touch him but stood his ground as the other stormed out. When he was gone his body sunk and he spent a moment on his knees on the hard floor. When his mind had returned he stood and walked to his bed numbly. He should've realized keeping such a secret this big would have caused problems sooner or later. And what was he to do? All he really could do was wait until hey visited the college and see if anyone there knew about a way to get around the memory block.


    He found himself drifting off even as his thoughts drifted away from the fight and completely for Rhys. He wanted to go over and apologize, honestly owed Rhys a lot more. It wasn't Rhys fault and the one who lay in fault was already dead. There was nothing he could do but hope that seeing the mark would trigger something for Rhys. If the memories started to come back, even one by one in dreams of flashbacks. That would provide Seb a chance to slowly introduce Rhys to his past.


    Of course Seb could also ask Rhys if he had a blank in his memories, the chance that would confuse Rhys even more was the only thing stopping him at the moment. He'd thrown Rhys for a loop by showing that he knew a lot more then he could reveal. It felt almost foolish to be fighting over this, he'd been given the mark as a sign as Rhys love and here it was being seen as a sign of betrayal.