NIGHT'S ROMANCE

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: Miami although i wish i did but i do own Michael he is mine. Please enjoy and review!!

The sun rose slowly along the horizon casting a beautiful mixture of pink, lavender, and a slight gray coloring the dimly lit sky. Sitting on a railing at a beautiful elegant castle was an angel. Soft shoulder length brown hair, slightly tanned face with a straight nose, high cheekbones, and soft pink lips that just begged to be kissed. But the most beautiful thing about him we're his soulful and expressive hazel-green eyes. They glowed of loneliness; innocence and an inner fire that made you drown in his gaze. He wore a large white ruffled shirt and loose black trousers, which made him, appear so young and innocent. He let a soft sigh pass from his slightly parted lips and slowly lowered himself from the balcony walking silently to his room. A large four-poster bed with black curtains, a mahogany desk sat against one of the walls, three large over-flowing bookcases rest against a wall on the opposite side. A large and comfortable looking chair sat near the bookcases, a chest sat near the bed against the wall.

The angel walked towards the bed taking off his large white shirt to reveal a slim faintly tanned chest with pink dusty nipples and very slight brown hair leading down into his trousers. He pulled the curtain back and climbed into the bed and closed his eyes hoping to catch a few more hours of sleep. The angel groaned feeling someone nudge and shake him; he rolled over trying to ignore the annoying person. He sighed as it became obvious that the person was not going to go away wouldn't give up, he cracked open one eye revealing a slightly glazed hazel eye glaring at the person who awoke him. He found himself looking at his elderly caretaker, his glaring eased as the old man gave him a soft smile. He sat up groaning as his sleep heavy limbs wore him down slightly and looked at the older man smiling sleepily.

"Good morning, Michael how are you?" He asked politely as he tried to wipe the sleep from his eyes and trying to wake up more. The old man gave a quite chuckle and shook his head smiling more widely as he regarded the young man in front of him. "I am fine. But how are you young master?" he asked back as the young man struggled to rid the last bit of sleep from his body as he climbed out of the large bed. "As good as I can be considering what tomorrow is." The angel sadly replied walking to a large door opening it to reveal a large closet filled with clothes. He pulled out a simple white ruffled shirt and a pair of dark brown trousers walking to a door in the room revealing a large silver tub that looked big enough for two. He pulled the cord hanging near the tub watching as water started filling the tub he waited until it got to the right amount before shutting the flow of water off. He climbed in relaxing slightly to the calming feeling the water gave him.

He stayed in there relaxing for a few more minutes before bathing and quickly getting out preparing for the grueling day that it was sure to be. As he walked back into the room he saw that Michael had already made the bed and was waiting for him. He smiled slightly at him and walked over when the older man beckoned him over mentally bracing himself for what the older man had to say to him. Michael smiled at him as well before sighing." I'm sorry to tell you this young master but I thought that it would be best to tell you this now so that you had some time to prepare yourself for. The king has decided that for your 24 birthday that we are to have a ball at which you are to meet the young women that they have chosen for you." Michael paused watching his young lord's reaction to the news.

He looked angry has hands tightly clenched and unclenching at his sides hard enough to break the skin. His jaw clamped tightly grinding his teeth as he tried desperately to calm down his rising anger at the situation. He started pacing back and forth muttering incoherent words under his breath, looking like a caged tiger his mutterings starting to become louder and more colorful by the passing second. Michael watched slightly worried and he stepped forward putting his hands on his lord's shoulders trying to snap him out of his angered haze.

"Young master….master…..Ryan." Michael whispered saying his master's name to snap him out. Ryan blinked surprised to hear his given name from Michael who had always called him 'young master' or 'my lord'. He looked at Michael sheepishly embarrassed at his reaction to the news. "I'm sorry about that Michael I was just so surprised and angry although I shouldn't be I should have expected this from them." Ryan said a slight blush coloring his cheeks, shifting from one foot to the other slightly. Michael just chuckled in tender affection for the young man and softly patted his back silently assuring him that he was forgiven. Ryan smiled at the older man and looked out towards the balcony looking at the clouds passing by wondering at what fate will bring him when tomorrow comes.