The Little One

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William held Kira close and nodded in understanding. His body slowly began to feel ever so slightly better but not enough for him to take notice. "I do not need to forgive you. You have done nothing wrong," he cooed softly to the elf. Then he remembered the book. He gently set Kira aside and stood up. He smiled and ruffled Kira's hair. "I will be back in a moment just wait here," he said and rushed out the room. He zoomed to the library and quickly found an easy read of fiction. Then he started walking back to his room quickly.
 
Kira stayed where he was as ordered, though he wondered why William had just left like that. He hadn't seemed angry, so the elf wasn't more than somewhat nervous. It had been trained into him to assume he did wrong every time something like this happened, whether there was any evidence of the fact or not. Kira had to remind himself not to think that way.



Even so, when William returned with a book, the elfling felt immense relief. And a bit of excitement. He had heard stories off-hand, little snatches here and there that he kept locked in his mind. These stories had kept him company in his lonely hours, even if he had to fill in the gaps himself. At the prospect of hearing a story outright, without having to be furtive about it, his whole face lit up, blue eyes almost shining. William would see him sit up straight, his gaze locked eagerly on the book, something approaching a smile on his face. The elf's expressions tended to be subdued so far, so this would have been a noticeable change for the better, if William was watching.
 
William entered the book and watched as Kira lit up. He chuckled softly at how excited the little elf seemed to be over a simple book. He sat down and scooted up onto the bed where he was laying on the bed. Then he held an arm out for Kira to lay beside him. "I told you I would read to you. Did I not?" he said with a large smile. His heart began to beat quickly again for some reason as he looked the beaming Kira.
 
"Yes, William." the elf murmured, laying down next to him, his large eyes looking from the book to the prince and back again. It wasn't just the prospect of hearing a story, but being able to learn new things that had nothing to do with being a sex slave. Kira wanted to be filled with all the knowledge the world had to offer so he could be useful. The fact that William was the one teaching him these things was what made it that much sweeter. It took so little to please the elfling that he was practically trembling with excitement. There was something rather sad about that fact.
 
William held Kira close with arm and opened up the book with his free hand. "The Henchmen. Page 1.." he started to read. As he read, his voice flowed with characteristics for every character and detail. His eyes occasionally glanced up to see if Kira was still listening and enjoy it. It was a light story about two henchmen doing more for their kingdom than their king. Anyone who watched William read could tell it was one of his favorites. It was a story made to be a joke, but it was a powerful statement to William.
 
Kira had heard some of the great storytellers of the land in other places, though only fragments he could snatch here and there. They may have been more skilled or experienced, but to him, William made the story magical. He found himself pressing closer to the prince unconsciously, as though that would help him absorb the story better. Wide blue eyes fixed variously on the page and on William showed that Kira understood the story to be funny (after initially not understanding that point). However, he did not laugh. The little slave had forgotten how long ago, and it was not permitted anyway, except the kind of false, ingratiating laughs that were expected when a master told a joke. True laughter was, for the moment, lost to him. However, the slave could feel that things were funny again, and that was good enough for now.



The story had Kira so enthralled that he forgot the passage of time, or that anything else existed but themselves and the story. Kira had always had an intense imagination, but now he found it expanding not out of necessity, in order to survive, but for the sheer joy of it. Kira couldn't remember a time in his life when he'd felt this at ease, and silent gratitude toward William seemed to flow from him ore every moment.
 
William read on until a maid popped in the room and told them dinner was ready. He took note of the page and smiled to Kira. The book then was laid on the bed side table. "Well, let's pick up tomorrow," he said and ruffled his hair. He then sat up with a stretch. His legs swung over the edge of the bed. He took a moment before standing up. His mind was in bliss. What had happen during day was both frightful and wonderful. He was on an emotional high of sorts.
 
Kira couldn't help a little burst of warmth every time William played with his hair. If he'd known or understood the term 'affectionate', that would have been why. There was nothing untoward about it, and in spite of the fact that he was being touched, Kira felt more and more safe with the prince.



"Thank you, William, for reading to me." he smiled, a quirky kind of lopsided smile, since his muscles were out of practice. Settling on his knees, hands clasped neatly in his lap, the slave watched his master for a moment, then slipped off the bed as well.



William's shirt was open because Kira had been taking care of his wounds, and he looked a little disheveled. Hopping slightly from one foot to the other, and feeling eager to be of service to his master, the elfling sidled up to him. "May I get your robe for you, William? So you may be comfortable while you eat?" At dinner, the prince would be expected to dress more than he was now. Sitting around in public with an open shirt and no tunic wasn't exact;y decent in polite society, but a dressing gown was an acceptable alternative, and more comfortable. The elfling wanted to do little things for him like this. They weren't much, and probably meant nothing to William in the long run, but Kira felt the need to be of use.
 
The appreciation and attempt at a smile meant the world to him. The smile and the way kira walked over to him made him only fall a little more to him. He found it adorable. William chuckled at himself for aost leaving to dinner as he was. He nodded to Kira suggestion and offer. "That sounds nice," he said. He then began to slowly button his shirt.
 
If Kira had been given to making little noises, he probably would have squeaked happily at this. It was the sad truth of slaves that they did their utmost to avoid being noticed, which meant repressing natural vocalizations. But his body language showed more of what he truly felt.



The elfling darted over to a large closet on one side of the room, entering and coming back again with an elegant dressing-gown of deep green brocade. He couldn't help looking up once or twice at William as he held out the garment for the prince to slip his arms into, tying it loosely in front. Though the elfling didn't dare look for too long, but William would be happy to see his eyes shining a bit. It was pathetic how little it took to make the slave happy.



"is that better, William?" he asked, standing back with hands clasped in front of him.
 
William watched happily as the elf's face light up, well mostly his eyes. The way the elf moved showed it too. He chuckled lightly as the came our with his robe and excitement. He dd not find it pitiful but delightful how little it took to make the elf happy. After he had the robe on and questioned, William said with a smile,"yes, also Kira." He took a step forward then placed hand on Kira's shoulders while looking into his eyes before continuing, "please never lose your simple happiness. It is very beautiful and childlike how easily you become happy. It is a quality most wished they had."
 
Kira had very little idea of what the prince was talking about, except that he liked the fact that Kira was happy. That, in turn, made him even happier, and he nodded in agreement to what William said. Kira even managed to look into his eyes for a moment, glad to get a little lost in those circles of emerald green. They reminded him of something he couldn't recall properly.



"I shall always do my best to obey." he said, bowing his head deferentially for a moment, without losing his little, lopsided smile. The hand on his shoulder didn't repulse him so much, and anyway, latent fear of touch was not William's fault. He wanted to like when the prince made physical contact; he wanted to feel good again about being touched.



"Is there anything else I can do for you?" he asked.
 
The way Kira only got happier almost made him chuckle. He had a feeling Kira did not understand, but one day would. He slide his hand off of Kira's shoulders and shook his head. "Well, actually, come have dinner with me," he said with a grin. He wanted to take Kira's hand, but knew he could. It would make the whole staff aware of their new relation. Somehow, there were still a few staff members on his father's side left
 
While Kira was by no means 'in love', in the conventional sense, he was aware of a change in his heart toward William. Near the prince, he felt safe for the first time in years. He wanted to be with William, to do what he could to make his master happy. The thought that he could end up with someone else was not to be entertained. He couldn't think on it without shuddering.



As William led the way to the dining hall, Kira trotted along beside, and slightly behind, the prince out of deference. Most of the servants who saw them stopped and bowed and looked pleased to see William. So far, Kira had not noted anyone yet who didn't adore the prince, but he was bound to eventually.



The doors to the dining hall were opened, and dinner was laid out on the table. Out of habit, Kira went to stand behind his master's chair. In his mind, he was still going over the story William had told him, a tiny glimmer of a smile in his eyes. In public, however, he showed no obvious emotion. Only William would know that he felt anything.
 
William walked in the dining hall with Kira and thought how they would pull off the act. As they entered, before he could think of anything Kira had already started standing behind his chair. It was something that made him uncomfortable, but he left it be. A few eyes shot glares at them both. They were glares of "make the wrong move please." They were few in number but enough that William knew the few who did not like were ready for his any mistake. He sat down in the chair and nodded to Kira. Soon food was placed in front of him and he began to eat.
 
Kira knew how to behave as a pleasure slave in mixed company, and knew the close, scrutinizing glares of an enemy when he saw them. These servants had some bone of contention with the prince, but they would find no fault with Kira, or William, today.



As the food was brought out, and the prince began to eat, Kira took a small breath to calm himself. The moment the prince's goblet of wine needed refilling, Kira poured more wine into it. If there were crumbs on his lips, Kira leaned over his lap to wipe them away. Anything that wasn't quite in his reach, Kira brought to him. He even fed him some strawberries by hand.



It was all done humbly, with slow, graceful movements, and knowledge born of long practice. Nothing too sensual, but all to show the household staff that Kira knew his place, and so did William. Disloyal servants would have no news to take to the king, not if Kira had anything to say about it.
 
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