Luca.
Dinner the next day made Luca nervous. He asked if he and his fathers could spent it alone. With Cihan of course.
And with the way his fathers where smiling they seemed to be expecting different new that the one they would get. Luca almost wished for that news as wel. But he couldn't be selfish. Cihan had lost so much in his life. And he was more than willing to give up more as long as he could be with Luca. He had to support him to do this thing. He deserved to know.
"Your majesty,"
"It's father or nothing at all." His father reprehended Cihan who blushed and nodded.
"I wanted to speak with you about something."
They nodded sharing a glance with his husband and they focusing of Cihan.
Luca grabbed his hand because thinking about his being a three week boot journey a
Away made him feel horrible.
"I am going back to the Medirean islands after the ball for your birthday."
His father blinked and his dad looked from Luca to Cihan.
"Are You... leaving..." he started.
"Oh no... uhm I want to go look for my family. I need to know if they are still alive or... I just have to. I'll come back of course." He said the last words to Luca while squeezing his hand. Luca tried to smile.
"What if you find them and they won't let you go back?"
Cihan shook his head as if that where a ridiculous thought.
"Do you honestly think I would let anyone, even family stop me from being with you? I love you!"
Luca flushed and Cihan grinned when he tried to escape his gaze.
His dad sighed relieved.
"I understand. We will give you anything you need!"
Cihan smiled.
"I was thinking about asking the delegation that is coming to the ball if I can travel back with them. I have drawn out maps for myself to take with me to start my search."
"You have prepared this for a while."
Cihan blushed and nodded.
"I never though I might have the change to go back. But it just.. it keeps eating away at me." He fessed up.
Luca cupped his face and made him look at him.
"I love you. I know you have to go. Of course you have to go!"
Cihan smiled and leaned into his warmth.
"I'll come back you know."
Luca nodded.
Of course Cihan came back. Unless he didn't. Cihan freed himself and picked up some food.
"And then... maybe... my brother can be convinced... you know if you still by then will want me and are not deeply and madly in love with some lady of course."
Luca scowled.
"Absurd!" He called out.
"Don't be ridiculous. I'll wait. I'll wait as long as I have to. But if you take more than a year I'm coming after you."
Cihan smiled.
"You'll write us, won't you?" His dad asked.
Cihan nodded.
"Of course." But Luca frowned as his ears turned a bit red.
"I'm not very good at writing. I learned quit late. So it might look a little silly and..."
"We won't care." Luca interrupted him.
Cihan looked at him not quit convinced.
Luca pressed a kiss on his cheek.
"Trust me. We don't. We just want to hear from you. And maybe after you come back and... you know. We can visit it together after we have agreed on the terms of the..."
"Yea." Cihan interrupted him as he seemed to sence Luca was beginning to ramble a bit.
"I'd like that! I can show you all the beautiful places. I'll make sure to find a lot."
He promised..
Then he flushed as they noticed his parents watching them with a fond look in their eyes.
Both where happy his son finally found someone he loved.
Someone who accepted him for who and what he was. Someone who made him happy.
Luca only wished the ball of his father's birthday would take longer.
But alas the time was not in his favor and day grew near. The Medirean allegation arrived and Luca made sure to introduce Cihan to them.
Cihan had been so nervous. But the moment they met him they where absolutely pleased. They spoke with him in warm voices in a tong Cihan seemed to be fluid in.
Every day at least one of them found Cihan and spoke with him for hours in end.
They of course wholeheartedly agreed to let him come along. Promising to keep him safe and protected by their own royal guards.
Of course this made the alliance even more easy. The Medirean people where kind and giving. They brought beautiful gifts for his father. And the moment they met Cihan the very next day many more gifts arrived.
"Why did they give me all these things?" Cihan asked as some darkskinned strong men brought in two more chests.
"I don't need things!" He whispered to Luca.
Luca who sat on his bed smiled.
"They like you. Obviously. And they like the fact that one of their own is being courted by a prince I suppose. They want to show their support for you."
Cihan opened a chest, backing off when he saw the gold and jewels.
They where odd jewels. Nothing random. They all looked priceless and more masculine. With deep teal and dark blue colors and gold.
They all seemed to be specifically chosen for Cihan.
The silks and other clothes where gorgeous and all seemed to fit him quit well.
"Will you wear one of them for the ball or would you like something else."
"I think I will wear one of these. They make me feel like ..."
Cihan smiled and wove his fingers over a deep ocean blueish green fabric.
"Like home." He whispered.
Luca smiled.
"Which one do you like best?"
Cihan smiled teasingly and skipped over to Luca to melt into his embrace.
"I won't tell you. It will be a surprise."
"You will look like a medirean prince." Ragnar said. The last of the chest was brought in and the other men bowed and walked out.
Ragnar was around fourty years old and he was a smart and respectful man. He was one of the kings most trusted friends. Or so he said.
It was odd how the king send his own friends to represent him and not some person who worked for him.
Ragnar came down to the kitchens to try cihans baking almost every day since he came here. Luca made sure to have Elliot keep and eye on it.
He didn't like it one bit. But never once did Ragnar do anything to make him doubt him. He was nothing but kind and generous and interested in cihans life story.
And it bothered him beyond comprehension.
Cihan smiled.
"They have princes don't they?" He asked.
"Oh yes. Three princes and four princesses. The royal family is quit large indeed. Once we go back I will make sure to introduce you. I am absolutely certain the king would love to speak with you."
"With me?" Cihan asked stunned.
Ragnar nodded.
"Certainly. Perhaps we can even help you in the search to your family."
"That's not necessarily, my lord. I don't want to be a burden."
"Your not a burden at all. It would be our pleasure. Your courtship with his royal highness the prince is a great step forward in our bond with the north."
Luca smiled. At least that he understood.
He hugged Cihan closer since the lord didn't at all seem to mind him doing so.
"We will leave the afternoon after the ball. We want to be back before the storm season. It will be difficult to travel after. So you won't be able to return for three months."
And so did he remind Luca every single time they talked...
"My personal guard Elliot will join Cihan on his search." He said.
Ragnar smiled like he loved the idea.
"I will personally make sure there are places for the both of you on the ship. If you'll excuse me. Fa resirii, your highness."
That's how he kept calling Cihan. Fa resirii.
And Luca had no clue what it meant. Cihan didn't seem to know either.
Or maybe he did and he just didn't want to tell Luca. But Luca couldn't understand why he would not want to say what it meant. Aspen didn't have a clue either. He knew a handful of words.
Cihan had learned their language quickly and only kept on a few words that he used. He still spoke it fluently. Because everytime one of the delegation spoke with him they used their own language. For some reason they absolutely loved to speak with Cihan. The moment they found out he was there they where on him like bees to honey.
Speaking, giving gifts... Luca felt like for some reason there was something behind it that he didn't understand.
"I don't like him."
"He is a very kind man." Cihan said.
Luca grumbled and buried his face against his lover.
"It's just because your gonna miss me when I'm gone isn't it?"
"Maybe."
Cihan smiled and kissed him.
"See that I'm gonna miss!" Luca exclaimed.
And he tightened his grip and cuddled him closer.
"And doing this. And talking to you. And seeing you."
"Me to." Cihan sighed.
"But what if you find someone there you like better. What if one of the princes of the island is very handsome and he tried to court you and you'd fall in love with him."
"Do you honestly think I'll just fall in love with anyone? Do you have so little fate in me?" Cihan asked a little irritated.
Luca flushed and quickly shook his head. He did understand that his worries made it seem like he didn't even trust Cihan.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that."
Cihan sighed and kissed his cheek.
It always made him feel a lot better.
"I love you. Not anybody else. I'm going away for a while. But I'll come back. For you.'
He said pressing his finger against Lucas forehead to prove his point.
Luca nodded. Feeling like a little kid who got scolded by his dad.
"I'm sorry, I don't doubt you. I love you. I'm just... I sometimes let my insecurities get to me."
"You shouldn't. I know it can be hard. But your the handsome prince, remember. I'm just the foreign exslave who fell in love with him."
"Thats not true. You are the most beautiful, smart and loving person I have ever met in my life. And besides, once you marry me. You'll become my king." Luca cupped his face and pulled him in for a kiss.
"We should try and make up for the time we will be missing." Cihan said with a teasing smile.
Luca jumped up and wrapped Cihan in his arms before he could tumble on the floor.
"That , love of my life, is a wonderful idea!"
Cihan giggles followed them all the way to the bed.
Okay so I have to finish the ending before I can post more chapter. Maybe I shouldn't have posted so quickly.... Jee you think?
Haha Well it will be fine, I just need to write a little bit.
And then fiks it up. And then edit. And then post.
So enjoy this chapter. Let me know what you thinkable happen to Cihan when he goes home. Will He meet a handsome prince that will make him question everything he knows? Or will he find his family and doubt if he even wants to go back.
Or you know will he not make it before stormy season hits ð¤
Haven't decided yet ð¤ª
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