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Mikhail knew that this was dangerous. Richard had stormed out of the small council like a man possessed, but he could understand it. They presented him with a princess he had never met and told him that he would marry not even a fortnight from now. It was the way things always went. People made choices for the king because they believed they knew better, but at the end of the day, they only made it worse.

Richard couldn't even begin to imagine a woman in his bedchambers, let alone a wife. Someone whom he had to produce an heir with in a timely manner when he couldn't blow his load without the help of his sworn shield.

Mikhail followed Richard the moment he saw the man move. It was his job to look out for him, and that was what he did right now. He knew his boy hadn't even looked at the princess he was supposed to marry, the fear and anxiety taking hold of him in a way that made rational thought flee his mind entirely. There was only one way for him to get back to normal; the knight knew that, and for that his king needed him in ways that were technically not part of his oath.

When he entered the bedchambers, his eyes found Richard instantly, a form of magnetism that had been there from the day they met when they started training together as squires. Mikhail was the older one, and even then he felt like he had to look out for the future king. Not in the way others did to get a good position in court, but in the way you did for someone you cared for. Someone you loved and love was the only adequate way to describe what he felt for Richard.

And that was why Mikhail knew what he needed. He needed a chance to turn off his brain, to empty his mind and feel himself again, and the best way for that was something only Mikhail could give him.

"Любимый", he whispered, Richard's gaze finding his, his king's eyes blown with fear and anxiety. But at least he was clear enough in the head to see the outstretched hand and to take it from him. And so he pulled him close, nimble fingers that were used to killing opening the king's breeches and pulling them down before he opened his own. Mikhail had learned to serve his kind whenever he needed him, and with a few strokes he was ready, pulling the younger man's cheeks apart before he thrust in. No prep and no gentleness. He knew Richard needed it hard and rough, the pain a part of the ritual that would bring him back down to earth. "Such a good little cockwhore for me", he murmured into the other's ear, bending him down and then pushing his face into the plush mattress.