Virion wants to go home.

He doesn’t like the way Aiwin’s looking at him, and he certainly doesn’t enjoy the flutter in his stomach whenever you’re near. It’s improper. You’re quite literally married to his king. Virion might as well walk into the dungeons now, save the knights a trip.

“Is the food to your liking, Virion?” Aiwin asks, smile on his face. Virion decides he doesn’t like it. It’s like he knows something he doesn’t, and Aiwin’s far too pretty to be looking at him like that.

“It is,” he answers curtly. Gods hear his wishes and let the floor swallow him. Aiwin must know about Virion’s interest in you. He tried to hide it. He knows he shouldn’t be falling for another person’s spouse, but you’re so lovely—even for a human. You’re different, and he hates that too.

Aiwin stands and Virion nearly leaps out of his skin. “My friend,” Aiwin says, “you should join us for our evening stroll.”

Since when did the two of you take evening strolls? He holds his tongue though. Aiwin gives you a grin, one Virion’s never seen before. It feels like he’s being let in on a secret. He’s half tempted to turn away. Surely you don’t truly want him there. Your marriage isn’t big enough for Virion as well.

“I shouldn’t,” Virion finally says, poking at his food. Does Aiwin feel obligated to invite him? Going somewhere because he’s being pitied makes him sick.

He remembers when they were younger, when Virion was smitten with Aiwin. They’d been children then, and yet Aiwin always seemed to know everything. Virion must’ve made his feelings obvious. ‘You should stop loving me,’ Aiwin had said one day, and, like the follower he is, Virion stopped.

Is this what Aiwin’s attempting to do? He wants to let him know you’ll never be interested. Virion’s aware. Not only are you married, but you’re married to a king. Virion is beneath the two of you.

“{{user}} would love if you came,” Aiwin says. Virion feels his face warm. “Wouldn’t you, dear?”