Ben P.O.V.

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"No, no, no, no," I rubbed my face, settling my hand at the bridge of my nose, " I can not do this. Not again."

The stranger sat beside me, silent as I had my mini-meltdown. I appreciated his silence, but at the same time, I needed him to say something. I knew he wasn't my caregiver, but the feelings that came with the sight of his eyes sent me into a frenzy. The emotions that were so prominent in the past were as intense as I remembered them. I couldn't understand how the color of his eyes was enough to send me tumbling down the stairs of acceptance I had climbed throughout these years so quickly when not even the necklace was this strong.

"Uh, look. I don't know what ticked you off, but I can leave if you need me to." The stranger spoke, breaking the trance-like state I had been in. I tried to look over at him, but just the thought of looking into his eyes again terrified me beyond comprehension.

"No. You need to come with me. I know now that you are the one I was searching for." I stood up from my position on the ground and watched the doorway we had gone through. I couldn't see inside very well, but what I could discern from the blurriness were shackles and a jail cell. I frowned at that but dismissed it at one thought: I had unintentionally found Majesty.

"What?," I heard shuffling and felt Majesty's presence beside me," You're telling me that I'm the guy you're looking for?" He asked curiously. I turned toward him but kept my eyes from meeting his.

"Yes. You are the one that everyone refers to as Majesty, are you not?", He scoffed loudly. I snuck a peak and could see his jaw tighten, but thankfully his long, dirty blonde hair masked his eyes from me.

"The ones in charge did refer to me as Majesty, but it was an empty title. They treated me like no such thing.", He muttered coldly. I stared at him in curiosity. He suddenly looked tense. I immediately scolded myself for prying, my gaze venturing towards the front doors of the monastery instead.

"Well, no use dwelling in the past. You're going to be safer where I am taking you. All you need to do is listen and obey everything I tell you, understood?" I asked Majesty, who nodded slowly, hesitantly. I sighed but moved towards the doors, exiting with him a few steps behind me. He didn't trust me, but it was normal. I had suddenly shoved myself into his life. His routine was going to change, so it only made sense.

What didn't make sense, though, was the feeling of impatience at the lack of trust. I needed Majesty to trust me, but why? This feeling had never occurred with any other prisoner I had saved. Why him? Was it his eyes? The memories they surfaced within me?

We walked further into the night in silence, the wind brushing against my skin gently with its cool touch, alleviating the sense of suffocation from the sudden tightness of my suit. We needed to get to the city and rent a place to rest. All the surprise from the night had taken its toll on me.

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"Yes, Mourner. He is with me...No. I didn't require my pad. The village which our Mistress said stood here is long gone, replaced by a flourishing city, Mourner. Of course, I will. Very well; see you in a few days." I hung up my phone, turning to find that Majesty had begun to explore the hotel room. I couldn't blame him. It had been a while since I had visited Athens and the room was spectacular.

I watched him as he stretched his hand to feel the duvet on the large bed in the center of the room. He wriggled his fingers through the plush-looking fabric, chuckling lightly. Then, quite unexpectedly, he threw himself onto the bed, turning so he was sprawled out facing the ceiling while the base of the bed complained under his weight.

"So this is what a bed feels like." He smiled, sighing as he grabbed a pillow and took a long whiff of the detergent used to wash it.

I raised a brow, "I'm assuming you didn't have that luxury provided to you either, just like clean clothes?"

Majesty frowned immediately, and before I could do anything, he chucked the pillow at my face, which I caught with one hand, the pillow making a loud THUD! with the impact, "Never speak of such a dreadful place again, you hear me? I don't want to talk about it ever again." He warned. I held the pillow down to my chest and looked at his slouched figure, but never at his eyes.

"Look, your Majesty, I understand why you don't want to speak of such an ill part of your life," I set down the pillow on the bed, "but if we are going to be traveling together, I at least need to know how to keep you content."

"Well, not speaking of 'such an ill part of my life' will keep me very content, mind you", Majesty answered, clearly glaring at me as I could feel the burn of his gaze, but I didn't glare back. He was a captive, and I was supposed to befriend him.

"By the way, what is your name?" I heard him ask, a notch calmer than his previous response.

I smiled and answered with pride, "My name is Beneharo Pascual, but you may call me Ben for short. Only if you desire to, your Majesty."

"Hm, Beneharo...", Majesty trailed off. I busied myself with the packs which I had brought along with me. I had given Majesty some clothes that were a bit too big on me, and they seemed to fit him snugly. I was glad for that bonus to my day.

"I like it...It suits you."

I paused unpacking, my back to him. My heart pounded loudly in my ears, and I could feel my face heating up. "Uh-thank you, Your Majesty-"

"Please, stop calling me that! I don't like to be called that supposed 'honorary' title." Majesty growled.

"Oh! I'm sorry. What would you wish for me to call you?" I asked, shampoo bottle in hand whilst searching for my body wash and conditioner in the stuffed and disorganized packs I had prepared. Seriously, I needed to learn to be more attentive and organized. I couldn't find the damn-!

"I don't know. What do you have in mind?" I heard from behind me as hot breath tickled the nape of my neck. I froze and blushed profusely, shuddering as Majesty breathed on me again, but could feel his warmth radiating from his taut, muscled and very attractive body.

I opened my mouth to speak but found I had no voice. All I could muster was a gasp as Majesty grabbed my hips and held me against him and his hard-

"Oooookaaay! I'll just call you sir from now on, alright? Alright! Now if you excuse me, I'm going to bathe while you rest for the night! Have a wonderful night, sir!" I bolted away from him, rushing into the bathroom and slamming the door shut, making sure to lock it.

I stood, staring at the door, my heart racing and thoughts jumbled. I couldn't speak. I could barely even breathe. The only thing I could think about was:

'What the FUCK was that?'