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 Flinching slightly by the sudden powerful gaze; unusual eye color that he was finally able to process and explore as his deep blue was gazing right back ( without treacherous intent nor fear but honest interest ). The change in their reflection draining Shinichi further into a mesmerizing trance. Rough raspberry lips sealed as his shirt leaned forward by the gradual unconscious movement of his slightly bony torso. Softly nodding, slender and scarred digits caressed the unusually soft material (high quality clothes were not the artistâs cup of tea after all, be it in real world nor this imaginary one).   His breath had acquired a rather stable pace when the question landed on his reality. It was a soothing breeze, how for a few seconds his attention was drained by the young masterâs words and features. Truthfully for a moment Shinichi could have sworn he had not seen such an extravagantly attractive being before. Something was draining him to the other and what he had felt for that instant was only a fragment of what he was going to discover by their side.   Straightening his back, slight blushing tint adorned his fair and bruised cheeks for a second as his right hand reached out to caress the restraining reminder of his social status to this world.âMaybe.. silver.. ?â Honestly, he was taken by surprise by how meaningless the question was and by how easily he had replied to that so naturally. Blinking intensely his posture froze for a moment as the other was inspecting him from such a close distance. However, he had the chance to do the same; <Looks like his eyelashes are also blond..> thought by himself and his palms started sweating uncomfortably.   Gulping loudly, Shinichiâs blues swam out of the window of the carriage once more and a deep breath followed. What was this wave of feelings he had just experienced.. ? Everything in this world seemed like an infants first experiences to the long haired male. Hands rested on his lap when his eyes glanced sheepishly at the person who was claiming to be his owner ( as if he would ever allow himself to believe he belonged to another ). He looked more human when the talk about his father and uncle surfaced. Not to mention he had found about an interesting Achillesâ heel. Maybe now was a good time to ask about the girl..   âI understand my Lord. And I promise to follow your words, However, now.. would you be so kind as to give Sarah her voice back.. ? You could use me however you want in order to feel satisfied enough; If it means you allow her to speak again. If you allow me to atone for my mistake and lift the weight caused by my penitence and ignorance.. ?â Head slowly lowered in front of the other, eyes tightly closed as he was facing his lap. Hands capped the fabric upon his knees tightly. Shinichi was a very proud man who wouldnât allow himself to run away from his faults and this reaction was not a fraud; rather it was a rare glimpse of his true personality.
         ŃĐ°ŃŃŃоКâ Oberon quietly turned his eyes towards Shinichi as they requested Sarahâs voice back. The two-coloured eyes watching her calmlyâ Plain, little Sarah nervously fidgeting in her seat as she seemed to only curse Shinichi for possibly making things worse than they already had beenâ She expected Oberon to lash out after all. It was what Fairies such as their lord tended to do after all when a human was being impertinent. But then something happened that had her auburn lashes flutter as she could not help but raise her head in surprise, eyes meeting his for only a moment before they turned back to the man beside herâ A man who she turned towards too. Her eyes wide in awe; Who would not be when they had, within only hours, shown something that in her years here she had never seen before? They had somehow kept Oberon from lashing out at the very least. But what followed would leave her mouth hanging open like a fish.   Oberon gave a faint nod. âAlright. But I will take this as a service to you. This means that you will owe me. This means that you will, one time, do something I request outside of your service to me.â He said, a hand lifting and gently placed on one of Shinichiâs hands, gently letting a single finger slide over their skin around their wrist. âAnd a promise from me can never be broken.â He whispered softly, the marks of a language unfamiliar to Shinichi wrapping around like burn marks. âthereâ He spoke in that same language and an audible gasp was made besides Shinichi. Soft whispered âthank youâsâ that came from her direction were met with disdain. Cold, cruel eyes that were aimed towards her. âDonât make me do it again. You will ruin the chance he gave you.â He said as he slowly leant back again. A soft mutter of 'silverâ to be heard in a wonderous toneâ or at least it sounded like 'silverâ.   Within that move of moving back, retreating fully for as far as the carriage allowed, he had locked them out again. Or so it seemedâ But if one took the effort to glance outside, they would meet a sight that was the true cause of his withdrawal. A castleâ Large beyond comparison, shining in the sunlight like it was made of silver. But as they approached it one could see the many types of material it was made of. Different parts made with different materials, due to itâs increasing size over time. Unlike human castles, its ceilings were high and large windows were placed all around the building. As if no sunlight was enough sunlight. Even in cold weather like now.    After 20 minutes, they arrived at the castle gates, and Oberonâs eyes aimed at Shinichi again. âListen to Sarah. I cannot protect you now. Do not object me, for that might be the last thing you will say in public.â He hissed softly before stepping out of the cart softly. Even with something as simple as this, it was clear the grace that he had been blessed with. Long hair draped over his shoulders, and the human servants as well as the fae servants both bowing deeply towards him as he stepped out. It was a full 100-degree angle with which they bowed. Measured and lasted until he passed them. Only then they raised their heads. âGive my new servant some proper clothes. I cannot stand to bear to look at the clothes he wears now. How about something matching with my ownâ Midnight blue, perhaps. Give him a white belt.â He was speaking to a fae servant, who was dressed in white with red, unlike the monochrome colours the rest of the servants wore. âI will select a collar in a moment until then give him a matching one.â He continued with the soft wave of his hand.  "And draw a bath for me. I want to wash myself of the dirt of that filthy place.â He finished as he then walked further inside (the man once more bowing deeply in response.)   Turning his head ever so slightly to Shinichi. âCome, boy. I will show you where you live now while I wait for my bath.â He spoke, stepping further inside. Despite the calmth he seemed to emit at first, a very light scowl was ever present on his features. But it would only be visible to those who had studied his face up close and well enough to be able to tell. Sarah pushed softly with her palm against Shinichiâs back, eyes looking up at him with a soft smile and a nod. âPlease follow him. It appears that he will protect you for a while longer, at least until you will be taught how to behave properly.â
  He walked up the stairs and down a few long hallways (every servant giving the same greeting wherever he went. However, quite a few humans dropped to their knees as they bowed as wellâ showing their lower ranking). Then, after a pair of big doors, he stopped by a smaller door. âThis will be your bedroom. Youâd do well to remember itâs location because this will be the only place where you are free to act without punishmentâ Of course, this does not count for all actions, but I am sure you understood that as well.â He said, holding out a key of gold. âDo not loose it. You will not receive a new one.â He said simply as he opened the door and went inside.    The room was simple, undecorated except for furniture that seemed a bit like it did not all match and was leftover from the larger rooms, aside from it all looking like it was straight out of the 19th century. A single personâs bed, a desk with chair, a lounge chair and a wardrobe. On the right wallâ the wall that was between the small doored room and the large doored roomâ was a large pair of doors as well. Oberon turned to them as he spoke. âThis leads to my bedroom. That bell thereââ He pointed to a golden bell that seemed to have a little cord disappear in the wall ââ is the bell that summons you. If I ring it, you will come. No matter when.â Then Oberon sighed, shoulders slumping slightly as one could hear the soft flutter of insect-like wings from under his robe. âPlease donât fight this too much. I donât want to see you end up all scarred. Especialy not when it isnât by my hand.â He said softly, eyes turning to look at Shinichi to get a decent measure of what they were thinking.
