“Please, use me, just don’t hurt my people.” ~ Sebastian to Owen?
Owen's eyes settled on Sebastian's gaze as he said those words, a pleading that sounded so noble and selfless on the surface...yet underneath it all told another story. Slowly Owen rose to his feet, his towering and bulky frame slowly moving closer to the King of Desyra, the man who he'd successfully defeated in battled and captured and who had now spent months here with him.
"How long are you going to keep up this charade, hm?" He questioned, moving in closer to and pressing a large hand to his chest and pressing him up against the nearby wall. Crowding him, but not pushing his body in just yet - letting the air between them be small...but still giving a little space. "Pretending you are some helpless captive currently at the hands of the wicked, evil tyrant" He remarked, voice low and eyes lingering on the man. "Have I laid a hand on your people yet, hm? Have my guards done anything but secure your city?" He questioned, head tilted and his tone clearly expecting an answer.
"At this point it's almost as if you want me to behave like some cruel tyrant to you, even after months of being my....well, I'd almost say guest" He hummed, the hand on his chest moving to cup the man's jawline and tilt his head to gaze at him. "So why don't you tell me what this is really about, hm? Instead of using your people as an excuse.
