#ryobro

“Aye, brother, though I must remind you that I am no longer a king,” Yen’fay gently reminded as he gratefully took the cup. He sipped it, humming as the warm alcoholic beverage soothed his throat. He had done a lot more talking these past few days than he was used to, and though it wasn’t more, it did slightly strain his vocal cords. The the drink was much appreciated. 

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Sometimes it was hard to grasp that Ryoma truly compared their countries’ status as equals when it seemed the nation of Hoshido held more wealth and influence than the tiny nation of Chon’sin could ever dream of. This was made even more apparent by the sprawling country home they used as, of all things, a simple bathhouse. It had everything -- towels, hot running water, a sauna, an area to wash off first so you wouldn’t muck up the water with your filth from the outside, and was meticulously kept spotless by a force Yen’fay was forced to believe was nothing short of magic. 

He felt more than honored to be welcomed there enthusiastically with open arms, all at the “price” of providing counsel to his dearest younger brother. Honestly, lucky wasn’t even the word for it. Spoiled might have been more applicable. 

After changing into something more suitable, he let the warm water work its magic on his tired muscles. “Much better...” he murmured with a delighted sigh, as he worked his hair into a loose bun so it wouldn’t get wet.

He was determined to stay vigilant, though, and stay aware of Ryoma’s feelings he didn’t want a repeat of what happened earlier with him callously disregarding the younger’s feelings. He gave a solemn nod once he was done with his hair, motioning for him to continue with their prior conversation. “So... As I was saying earlier, Ryoma...” He paused for a moment, considering his next words carefully.