like cardiac arrest.

“It’s okay, Jay.” He said softly, taking his brothers hand. “Don’t worry about it..I’ve been okay down here. How are you and Nathaniel? Are you guys doing okay?” He asked.

Jay frowned, still not liking the idea of anybody he cared about down here in the cells. “Yeah, we’re alright. Nathaniel’s been better than ever. Had his birthday a few weeks ago, so I made him some cocktails as a gift.”

Bryce listened to his brother and he hummed, nodding his head. "That's..great, yeah. That's great." He muttered, sighing.

Bryce had been distant and quietly lately after Casper had left him for the second time. Aside from the few times Ian would get him from the cell, and the time when he was taken for the Easter hunt, he’d been staying in his cell the whole time. Hearing a familiar voice, Bryce crawled out of his cot and he walked over to his cell door. “Jay?” He whispered, searching for his brother. “Jay, I missed you.”

“Bryce!” Jay started walking faster, following the sound of the voice. “I missed you too, babe. Have you been alright?” He sat down outside the cell bars, reaching a hand through. “M’sorry I haven’t been by.”

"It's okay, Jay." He said softly, taking his brothers hand. "Don't worry about it..I've been okay down here. How are you and Nathaniel? Are you guys doing okay?" He asked.

Bryce had been distant and quietly lately after Casper had left him for the second time. Aside from the few times Ian would get him from the cell, and the time when he was taken for the Easter hunt, he'd been staying in his cell the whole time. Hearing a familiar voice, Bryce crawled out of his cot and he walked over to his cell door. "Jay?" He whispered, searching for his brother. "Jay, I missed you."

“Are you okay?”

“Physically? I’ll get better soon, and that wasn’t his fault this time. Psychologically? Not quite.”

“Yes, I know how you feel, unfortunately. I’m glad you’ll be okay physically.”

“Wounds always heal.” She sighed before really looking at the male. For a moment she thought he was Jay, but there was no collar on his neck “I’m going to say Jay’s twin, right? Don’t think we met before .”

Bryce nodded his head and he smiled. "Yeah, I'm Jay's twin. My name's Bryce! And I haven't met many people here. I kinda stay away from everyone sometimes."

“I think I just want a big bowl of mac and cheese. I’m feelin’ that.” He laughed, leaning against the royal. “Mac and cheese with little hot dogs.”

“With little hot dogs?” Ian couldn’t help but to laugh, nodding along as they walked. “Alright, alright. Whatever you want.”

"Yes! I love hot dogs.. It's been a while since I've had a hot dog..." He laughed, nodding his head. "Thank you."

"I'm sorry...sometimes the guards make us do it to show how vulnerable we really are. I hope I didn't hurt you,"

"Your...hair is very pretty."

Bryce nodded and he slipped his arms around Ian’s waist as they walked, sighing happily. “I like the sound of that.. Who wouldn’t want to be wined and dined?”

Ian grinned, dipping down to press a kiss to the top of the boy’s head as they walked down the hallway. “We can have whatever you want – they’ll deliver anything,” the royal nodded, leading them to the suite.

"I think I just want a big bowl of mac and cheese. I'm feelin' that." He laughed, leaning against the royal. "Mac and cheese with little hot dogs."

“Are you okay?”

“Physically? I’ll get better soon, and that wasn’t his fault this time. Psychologically? Not quite.”

"Yes, I know how you feel, unfortunately. I'm glad you'll be okay physically."

Bryce was heading back down to his cell after being with Ian and he stopped when he heard a whisper. "Oh, hello. Did I startle you?" He asked softly, biting his lower lip.

"Are you okay?"

“I’d like to think that I’m a nice person but sometimes I don’t know..” He muttered, staying close to Ian and he grinned. “Dinner too? I’m starting to like you more and more..”

Ian raised an eyebrow toward the slave, looping his arm around the boy’s waist and beginning to lead him away. “Dinner too, m’gonna completely wine and dine you,” he grinned.

Bryce nodded and he slipped his arms around Ian's waist as they walked, sighing happily. "I like the sound of that.. Who wouldn't want to be wined and dined?"

“I’m a nice person, that’s why! But I’d much rather be in your suite than back in the cells..” He said, running his fingers over the red marks on his wrists from being tied up. “Do you have any cream or something I can use? My hands hurt.”

“A nice person, hm? Yes, it’d be much better to have you in my suite than in those dingy cells. You’re too pretty to be in there,” Ian shook his head at the thought, before nodding at the slave’s question. “I’ve got some stuff, yeah. Lets go have dinner and take care of your wrists, eh?”

"I'd like to think that I'm a nice person but sometimes I don't know.." He muttered, staying close to Ian and he grinned. "Dinner too? I'm starting to like you more and more.."

“Mm, I suppose that is very true..” He muttered, chewing on his lower lip. “But I’m a nice egg.”

“At least you’re a nice egg,” Ian smirked. “So, this means you’re coming back with me.”

"I'm a nice person, that's why! But I'd much rather be in your suite than back in the cells.." He said, running his fingers over the red marks on his wrists from being tied up. "Do you have any cream or something I can use? My hands hurt."

“I’m a human being! Not some silly food that you dye and hunt..” He huffed, shaking his head. “I’m very adorable, yes.”

“You’re an adorable fuckin’ egg,” Ian teased, beginning to help untie the smaller male, keeping a hand on his waist. “And now you’re my egg.”

"Mm, I suppose that is very true.." He muttered, chewing on his lower lip. "But I'm a nice egg."

"You’re such a little shit," he huffed, shaking his head. "M’not an egg!"

“You are an egg, an easter egg,” Ian smirked, lifting the boy up. “You make an adorable egg, in case you were wondering.”

"I'm a human being! Not some silly food that you dye and hunt.." He huffed, shaking his head. "I'm very adorable, yes."