Yerik Panrin

oscar was making his way back to the rooms provided for him before his attention was captured by the other. there was no part of him that gauged the question to be an interrogation. after all, his upbringing practically began with polite conversation — expecting nothing less from the children of a king. “wonderful, isn’t it?” he smiled, glancing out of the nearby window. “much better than the weather we get back home.”

He could certainly find something to complain about, but being in such beautiful weather left the usually grumpy body guard in better moods as he turned his attention to the voice before quickly assessing that he was safe. “I’d have to say the same for me as well. I’m not sure I saw the sun before coming here,” clearly it was a joke but given his thick Russian accent it often came across as something much more serious.

sasha laughed at his bodyguard, shaking his head to him. “I truly hope that is not for a long while,” he said.

“Really? I give it about a year or two before there’s at least one from your sister if not from you as well.”

“I suppose that comes with the job.”

“It does, but there’s worse jobs to have.”

“If you’re sure…”

“I had a lot worse when a certain princess was protecting her brother from me protecting him. I’ll survive.”

“surprised you didn’t say fuck instead of freaking, yerik.”

“I’m trying to watch my language. Sooner rather than later there will be little ones running around and I’d rather not be the reason that a royal child’s first word is fuck.”