Chapter 7
The younger man let out a hoarse laugh. "Oh, Armand... quit boasting. I knew who you were the moment those men obeyes you. That was one of the main reasons I didn't try to fight you off." Well, that was a relieve, but it also made it quite clear that Gabriel wasn't from around these parts. Not only by his accent, but more so by the simple fact that most people here thought Armand to be evil. The cardinal'd rather think of himself as being a bad enemy, a good friend... and a gentle lover.
"So... where are you from? Clearly not France." Armand had to ask, wanting to know as much about this man as possible, but his eyes widened as Gabriels expression darkened. "please, forgive me, but I'd rather not discuss that. Nor my given name. I came to France in search of a new life... God brought me you." Instead of being disappointed by not having his question answered, Armand felt even better than before, noticing the underlaying meaning of Gabriels words... he wanted to stay with him!
Armand had never actually had someone to talk to, to share his problems with. Somebody who'd just hold him when he didn't feel well, a strong shoulder to cry on, protective arms to feel save in, a listening ear... a loving partner... and now God had rewarded him for all his years of loyal service by sending him an angel. He felt so comfortable around Gabriel... and it was clear the feeling was mutual. Who'd have ever thought of that? Armand Jean du Plessis de Richelieu, cardinal of France, often seen as heartless... in love. "Stay with me for as long as you'd like."
His words were rewarded by being tossed over, looking into sparkling sapphire eyes, a strong body pressing against his. Those blue eyes came closer, as did the lips that were almost touching his...
