Prolog to chapter 5:
Laveriel paced the hall directly outside his captain's quarters. He was going to demand his attention. After Gatti came to bed so late last night tousled and flushed like that, Miguel would *not* be brushed aside any longer! However, how was he going to address him? Obviously he couldn't just go up and knock on the door. Or could he? Miguel stopped and looked at the tall, ornate doors to his commander's room. Maybe if he tried just walking in? He flew back into pacing at the absurd thought. Like he'd live after doing that. He growled in frustration and pounded on the door.
"Oh, damn," he muttered to himself as he realized what he'd just done. Now, what could be a likely excuse . . .?
Dilandau opened the door expectantly, crunching on an apple, like he'd been waiting for Miguel all this time.
"Well?"
Dilandau held open the door for Miguel to come inside. Almost giddy at his luck, he romped right in, a smile trying to hide itself on his lips.
"I was thinking you'd never knock. It was diving me absolutely crazy with you pacing like that outside for two hours solid. If you ever do that again I solemnly swear I will kill you in the worst way I know how," Dilandau said simply than took another bite out of his apple.
"Yes, sir," Miguel answered, unsure of what do next exactly. He never actually planned to get this far; it had taken all of his courage to just to get to the door of his commander.
Dilandau plopped into a comfy, large, black lounge-chair in front of the mantle that hadn't been there last night. Miguel shuffled his feet, he never realized how badly he needed to polish his boots. Was that a cricket?
"So, Laveriel, what brings you to my privet chambers so early in the morning? You do realize we attack today, don't you? Do tell me what you think is so important that you need to take time out of my busy day to tell me. I'm on pins and needles, 'fess up,' Dilandau said, which made Miguel feel very guilty for being there.
Well, it was now or never, "S-sir, I . . ." Miguel swallowed to wet his dried throat and shouted, "I have feelings for you, Albatou-sama, sir!" He dropped to his knees while shutting his eyes very tight. Now or never, it was now or never . . .
Dilandau looked annoyed at his apple, which had almost been eaten to the core. "That's it? My gods, I thought it was going to be something important. I suppose you just feel left out, hmm?" he glanced blandly at Miguel, " Just to let you know, I hate you. But you can always come back later. Get."
Miguel looked up from where he was kneeling on the floor and shot Dilandau a dirty look. Fine! So he briskly turned on heal and left. Dilandau gave the open door a devious smirk and he began to prepare himself for the raid on the Austurian outpost.
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