The F/A/L/L/ of a g.r.e.a.t. Kㅣng (k비)

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The king of the kingdom of Yumi, a handsome and daring man who not only a war hero but loved by his kingdom. He had a dark secret though, he wasnt completely....straight. He had a secret lover a male whom he had just recently sent one of his best friends to get, his right hand foreign man, the king had white hair and a red mark that traveled through his eyes and down his cheek, it had a star on his forehead. 

Joseph, a man from the kingdom of Oromo was often, not in his kingdom, he was a foreign fighter. He fought for allied nations and the only time he was in his kingdom was when he didnt have a mission. He was most of the time, only in Yumi because they were strongly allied in many ways. He walked into the servants tent his white hair covered half his eyes and what did show glowed a faint yellow, he wore a thin white shirt and black battle pants two swords strapped to his torso. "The king has called" he said. 

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Several servants lifted their heads, seeing as they slept in the same quarters so as to stand beside one another in times of trouble against abusive owners. The long haired male, his dark locks cascading down to the center of his back, lifted his head and looked at the warrior with dark eyes. They weren't cold though, as the rest of the servants' were. They were warm, like a loyal puppy's, and the choker around his neck which could be taken off due to the gap at the back showed his ownership, though it didn't show to who. His olive skin glowed in the warm firelight from the candles surrounding the room and he was sitting Indian style on his mat. He knew that the warriors and royals slept in actual beds, with feather mattresses. The servants slept here in order to stay in their place at the bottom of the pile.

"For whom?" a pretty young woman with dark hair asked, her large lion's-mane like hair surrounding her soft structured face.

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He looked over at the male "lets go" he said ignoring the woman

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The servants looked back at the lone slave at the back as he stood and walked over to the warrior with bare feet. Though he was wearing barely any clothing, only cloth to cover his genitals and a cloth to cover his shoulders and keep him slightly warm, his skin was soft no matter what torture it went through, and he looked content. He bowed his head once he passed the warrior, knowing his place and knowing to respect those who were higher than he.

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Joseph walked out with him and to the kings luxurious quarters.

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Once they arrived, the slave inhaled a soft breath as if to reassure himself and stepped into the quarters, keeping his head bowed. He followed every order his owner gave. If he said not to raise his head, he wouldn't. There was also the chance of abuse, and he didn't enjoy it -- no one did.

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The king was kind and only abused the slave if he lost his temper, which was rare. The king smiled at the servant and said "raise your head and come to me"

Joseph sat down in the kings chair while the king laid on a bed awaiting his servant "Tai im leaving in the morning for the battle surveillance so ill be leaving now" he said, he never approved of the king but they were friends and Joseph was not the king

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The slave closed his eyes for a moment before he lifted his head and walked over. Battle surveillance? he thought to himself with wonder.

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"Sitting in the kings chair is scorned upon Joseph" he said with a smile as he watched the male walk closer to him. He sat up on the bed and put his elbows on his knees. He narrowed his eyes and smiled leaning his head into his hands.

Joseph looked over at the king "should i care?" He asked, "i will moat likely be back around noon unless something goes awry" he said with a blank face

The king parted his lips slightly "and nothing every does" he said.

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The servant's brown gaze slowly slid over to the attractive warrior in the chair. How could he speak so freely to the king? It didn't make any sense to him, but he wasn't going to question anything. It seemed they were close, somehow. They spoke like brothers.

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"Come lie with me" he said to the servant

Joseph took a few grapes from a golden bowl and walked to the exit the tent "dont treat him roughly my friend" he said

The king glared at the warrior "i would never" he defended himself

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The slave resisted the urge to make a face and obeyed, though his gaze lingered on the entrance of the room, watching the warrior leave.

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As the warrior left he glanced back.

The king smiled at him "i seek pleasure from you tonight" he said with the grin on his face once again

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The servant bit back a retort along the lines of I seek answers from you tonight. Who exactly was the warrior? And why did he strike his interests more than any of the other warriors? He blinked at the warrior once he glanced back, blushing a bit though he tried to hide it.

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The king ought he was blushing at his request oblivious to the glances to the warrior.

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The servant took a step away from the bed, trying to see if he could seek the warrior out, looking out the gauze curtains of the entrance.

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"Come pleasure me servant" he said wondering why he had backed up

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He clenched his teeth, inhaling a breath and trying not to attack the king. Orders always pissed him off and made him violent. He needed to find a way to calm himself while also trying to follow the warrior.

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He waited for the servant to please him, the king was a kind owner, compared to most all.

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The slave took another step away, focused on the entrance. Then another. Then another.

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