Author's note; Here you go my lovelies chapter 7 of The Princes and the slave. I meant to post earlier but I don't get on the desktop much and I can't post on to fanfiction from my phone so as a special treat I am going to post chapter chapter 8 right after I post chapter 7. If I can have some help I do not have a chapter name for chapter 7 like I do the other chapters if anybody could think in their review I will give you Kudos when I post chapter 9.
The room's occupants went silent one in smugness, one in disbelief and slight annoyance, and the last in shock.
"JASON!" Percy exclaimed as he bent down and removed the slaves hand from his already bruising cheek. "I think you might have cracked his cheekbone." The Raven said, examining it.
"Whatever." Jason said. Percy stood and walked over to their water bowl that they use for rinsing their hands and did a clean cloth in it before coming over and pressing the wet cloth to the boys cheap.
"We should probably have the healer look at it."
Just as Percy was getting ready to stand up the sleeve of his tunic was yanked, Percy paused in mid movement, he took this chance to glance over the slave's facial features.
A small nose sat in between
large brown eyes framed by dark lashes. And then just under the nose was a pair of plump lips that were currently dry and cracked. dark black hair was braided hanging over his shoulder.
his ears... Where pointed. 'hadn't his father said something about an elf slave?' he thought.
"Yes, what is it little one?"
The elf shook his head. Percy blink. "What are you saying no to little one?" The elf mind putting a rap around his arm.
"You don't want me to get a Healer to look at your cheek?" the elf nodded.
Percy decided not to push the subject and stand.
He turned to see his lover was still glaring at the elf. He just decided to ignore Jason for the moment and asked the elf a question.
"Can you not speak the traitor tongue?"
The traitor tongue was a language that the Traders had invented in order to communicate with one another as they traveled around the country and neighboring countries. So normally it was pretty safe to say that almost everybody could speak a bit of the traitor tongue.
Percy noted the elf's hesitation before he shook his head in the negative. 'But he can understand it
well enough? Mhm.' Percy thought.
In another part of the castle Luke was getting his slave settled in to his quarters and giving him his list of duties.
"Well this is home sweet home." Luke said as he shut the door of his rooms.
Cecil gazed around loading the layout of the room. The room they were currently standing in was something like a sitting room, with a fireplace against the left wall and in front of the fireplace sat two armchairs on a rug of blue and green, and two end tables one place by the sign of either of the chairs. Currently there was a strong crackling fire even though they were in midsummer the large expanse of the castle stage cold year-round. There were a few pictures hanging along the wall and a door stud on the other wall behind the chairs facing the fireplace. A medium sized table with 4 chairs that in another corner presumably for eating when one didn't want to attend the main meal.
"Nice." he said. "Now where do I sleep?"
