Itsuki strolled throughout the castle courtyard, the smell of blooming flowers engulfing his nostrils, the stoned pathway of nobility leading Itsuki toward the fountain in the middle of the garden. The water sped out of the fountain, subtly grazing his arm. Itsuki looked back to Ren approaching him from behind with a China tea set.
“For you my prince,” Ren bowed gracefully as always, displaying the platter of brioche and fresh tea. The strong zest of the orange infested tsuki’s sense of smell.
“Wonderful, loyal servant,” Itsuki remarked, grabbing the teacup delicately, “You always know what I like, don’t you?” He gave a half-done smile, pausing before he grabbed the teacup.
Ren smiled silently, smirking to himself. Of course he knew. It was his duty to know what his prince wanted at every waking moment.
The boiling drink touched his lips, burning them and discomforting him. He struck back recklessly as his mouth scorched in heat.
“It’s too warm. Let it cool, Ren,” Itsuki ordered gritting his teeth unpleasantly, placing the tea back on the platter abruptly due to the blistering temperature of the drink. He was now in a distasteful mood, his posture slouching momentarily before straightening back up. The boy let out a much too dramatic distressed sigh. His head threw back, and he rolled his eyes as least discreetly as he could.
Ren clenched his jaw in self-disappointment. He silently sighed in failure. How could he have been so careless? He looked down into his lap before smiling back up at Itsuki.
Ren opened his mouth delicately, about to utter something, before he stopped himself and gave a proper response, “Of course. Your requests are my duty,” He answered, keeping his expression as monotone as usual, heading toward a nearby garden table and placing down the plate of midday snacks, the brioche accompanied with rich cheeses and fresh berries, including berries, Itsuki’s favorite. The berries were the perfect ripe if not freshly picked and the cheeses’ creaminess were the faultless favorite of Itsuki’s.
Itsuki smiled subtly as he took a seat at the table, Ren watched him eat gradually, his gaze steady and silent. This was enough. Being able to watch over him, being able to make sure his favorite berries were always on the plate, making sure the tea was steamed just right. It was enough.
The stone pavement below the two crunched clamorously under Ren’s leather boots as he tapped his foot methodically and slowly, an impulse of his. The pair were two peas in a pod, similar as they could possibly be, but truth be told, they were always going to be from two different worlds. No matter what they wanted, they were always going to be two boys from two different worlds. It was a fate they couldn’t change.