Marcus' Bedroom

"Figures." He said trying to wipe away his tears. "I'm your body guard, and you're trying to protect me. You're never gonna do shit the right way are you?" He chuckled. "Well I guess I can't force you to do anything, but I understand where you're coming from." He truly did understand him, but it still hurt. "I would rather be your friend than nothing at all." He tried to smile, but the tears wouldn't stop and he looked even more like a child.

Marcus threw out the whole friend thing at the moment and pulled him into his lap, holding him close. "This is going to be really hard. I will admit that. It is going to be hard not to cup your face and kiss your when you are sad. I pushed away Elwin... I made him hate himself for liking men all because I was afraid of someone finding out and him getting hurt for it. You look so damn innocent... I just... it drives me crazy." He was being honest to him, like he wanted him to. It was the least he could do for him since he literally just broke his heart.

"You keep judging me based on how I look. I look innocent and young, but I'm an adult and I'm far from innocent. I know it's going to be difficult, but I'm sure we'll get through it. I mean, I know you think I'm cute, but I'm not literally irresistible." He chuckled. "I'll miss being close to you like this, but I'll cherish what time we did have, even the screaming."

Marcus gently petted his head, "Shh, let daddy cherish this moment." He joked before holding him closer. He didn't want to really talk anymore. Marcus just wanted one last time to be close to him before he let Erorn walk away. Romilly was all he had left and she sure didn't want him. He mentally laughed and shook his head. He guessed he was meant to be alone.

He smiled. He wanted to hang onto this moment too, he wrapped his arms around his waist and squeezed him in return. He was shocked when he didn't even feel Marcus tense up. He kept holding as long as he could, he wished he could stay like this forever. "Calling yourself daddy isn't going to make this any easier."

Marcus laughed softly, "You just can't let me have my moment, can you? I just want to remember what it was like for you to hold me." He placed his feet on the table so it as like they were laying together. "Uhm.. Erorn... what were you going to do to help with my touching problem?" He asked quietly, a bit nervous, but he was curious.

Erorn wanted to kiss him one last time, but he knew it would be too much, he just let it be the way it was."Well it was a visualization technique that someone taught me to control my temper. It takes time and dedication, but it worked for me. First you think of a time when you were perfectly calm. Let that moment fill you and become one with it. Then when someone touches you and you feel the rage building, you let that feeling wash over you. It worked for my temper, I thought it might work for your impulses." He smiled.

Marcus laughed harder, his head going back as he did so before rolling it to the side and looking at him. "I don't know about that. You about chewed my head off when I first called you kid. I believe you even threatened me." He laughed again thinking back to a couple days ago. How the hell did he get here? Marcus looked down and shook his head. He felt like he was repeating everything he did with Elwin, but this time it was Erorn, minus the treating him like crap in public. How could he stop this? Maybe give up men for good. He liked women too... but his soon to be wife liked them too. Marcus had to get his head focus on being a king and helping Nasir.

"Yes it does work, without it I wouldn't have given you a warning." He grinned. "But I really do think it would work. Or just do whatever it is that you are doing for me now. You let me hold you without even tensing."

Marcus glared at him playfully. "Only because you look like a pretty girl." He smiled and stood up, Erorn in his arms before sitting him down on the couch that was across from them. "I guess I will keep that in mind if I ever need it in the future. Thanks." He said softly.

"Well I guess I should get back to my room, I'm gonna have to prepare for having a wife and you've got to get working on that stuff for Nasir." He smiled and stood up and walked to the door. "Stay safe while you're helping him."

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Romilly snuck into Harper's room and thought she was asleep, but she was just lying there crying. She didn't even turn around when the door opened or closed. She never seen Harper like this and she wasn't sure what to do. If Harper did this to her months before coming here when she thought Harper was the only one she could lover more than life, then she would probably be just as mad and depressed. Romilly climbed into bed with her and didn't say anything. She didn't get too close to her in fear she would upset Harper even more. The storm had picked up and it seemed to make the room colder.

Harper turned around after some time and looked at her, anger written all over her face. "I hate you." She whispered. Romilly froze, she didn't know why she was so shocked to hear it.

It took a moment for her to collect her thoughts, "I can't say that I blame you... but it would have happened sooner or later. I couldn't just avoid it forever." Her voice cracked. She was about to start crying.

"On your wedding night it is kind of forced to happen... you went willingly into his arms. You wanted this."

She wasn't wrong... she did want it. Romilly wanted to push her hair back and tell her she was sorry till her very last breath, but it would be no use. "I will get a carriage for you tomorrow. You can leave on the first ship out. I am sorry I did this to you. I am sorry I dragged you here selfishly. And I am sorry that I fell in love with my soon to be husband, though now I guess I'm not. I rather be somewhat happy then live a life full of hate and bitterness."

Romilly got up and headed to the door. Harper pushed herself up and begged Romilly not to go and that she didn't mean what she said that she was hurt, but Romilly couldn't hear it. She had to let Harper go for her own sake. She walked out and closed the door before going into Marcus' room and curling under his covers. They were warm despite the lack of another person and it smell just like him.

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Harper wanted to scream. She didn't mean it when she said she hated her. Harper didn't hate her she loved her too much which seemed to be the problem and now because of her big mouth she was being shipped back home. She didn't want to go back home, Romilly wouldn't be there. She threw the covers off and opened her door only to see Marcus, "Oh... I'm sorry... can I speak to Romilly please?." She asked. Marcus looked back at her and said that she wasn't here. Harper thanked him before closing the door and going check Marcus' room. She opened it to see Romilly and sighed.

Harper closed the door and locked it before climbing into bed with her. When Romilly turned she took both of her hands and cried, "Please don't send me away. Please let me stay here with you. I promise to marry Erorn. I promise to consumate it and have his child. Just don't send me back home. Romilly I couldn't bear being going home and you not being there. Please." She was shaking and crying. Romilly pulled her down gently and held her.

"It is selfish of me to keep you, Harper. I am going to love my husband, but not as much as I love you and I don't know how to get that to you. You are breaking right in front of me. Harper I have to-" Harper kissed her. She couldn't bare to hear anymore shit come from her mouth.

She loved Romilly and she was going to be with her anyway she can. Harper pulled away and looked down at her, "I am staying and that's that."