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CHAPTER 28
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The beat of the drums synchronized with his heartbeat. The wind howled constantly, carrying the whimper of people shuffling feet with chains. A funeral procession was announced after the exit of the castle, since his breakout two days ago.
Where his cracked feet were pierced with sharp rocks, causing his blood to mix with the mud and decayed flesh of corpses around him. Huge colorful banners were hoisted by slaves as a carriage with six horses trotted slowly toward a makeshift funeral pyre in the middle of a crowd.
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All citizens remained with the lower class like rats with their dirty faces while a royal carriage cut the streets to the sound of horns and drums echoing an ode to the dead.
'This was his work.' A voice echoed in the head of a young man of stature. 'This is the day when he could remove the king himself. '
The boy frowned and looked down at his hands. His fingernails were black and his face was covered with dried blood and dirt on his hands. The clothes on his body is not passed from gray-rags and stuck to the slightest movement could tear at any time. With an exposed collarbone could count the bones in his body over the bruised skin.
He looked with envy and desire. All those nobles walked by them with their haughty and superior faces. People who crept near the coffin were trampled by horses or killed by the royal guards. His gray eyes stared into a woman who died with a spear pierced her neck while trying to steal fruit as an offering extended along the body of the dead king.
Still life for stealing fruit from a dead, killed by starvation and not having what was needed to feed their children while those nobles revel in the misfortune of others.
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The silver armor of the king stood in the middle of all those tearful nobles, many hid their faces under expensive veils, as if in some sort of parade for the dying as audience.
He peered over the branch of a tree
The young man watched with a cold expression to drive around. The cart slowly pulled the coffin covered with flowers and fruit. The deceased held a studded silver sword and a shield in two wings formed intertwined. Two onyx rings adorned his fingers, one in each hand.
Its silky hair hung to his shoulder interwoven with gold thread. He appeared to be asleep if it were not for the fact that his head fell off the body with a light thud as one horse stepped into a hole. Some nobles unfastened scandalous cries upon seeing the skull of his king falling off the coffin.
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The head is detached from the body and directly fell in the mud. The smell of flowers and fruits disguised the stench of rotting body. His belly was swollen but a strong odor emanated from his body.
Real musicians stopped playing melodies during the funeral time. A knife was thrown into the crowd until one of the men who accompanied the procession in one eye.
The crowd quietly started walking towards the nobles. The soldiers of the guard tried to restrain the people, wielding his heavy sword sheaths but they were not able to hold them all.
A snake slid in between the earth and dirt and snapped the head of the corpse at the same time that people were angry toward royal chariot armed with hammers and maces, armed only with his fists and screaming, with blood and pain.
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Immediately the young man took this opportunity and ran toward the coffin. He did not heed the cries nor the people around him. He no longer cared if anyone noticed in his presence.
With a quick motion he ripped his fingers with rings and smiled when holding the icy stones between the toes, icy stones stained with blood, his blood.
His revenge.
The beginning of his power.
The image of the procession disappeared and in its place as a cocumbina brown hair was becoming clear among the glittering flames of a castle burned.
She fled carrying a small child in her arms.
Hastily the young man walked up to them holding the sword that once belonged to the king, his hand was heavier than he thought it would be.
The expression of astonishment and pain the woman was stuck in her mind as her body began to catch fire, her nails have grown to the point that they become as large as an eagle. She scratched his face with one hand and with the other clutched a baby.
The prince that he could not kill and would one day be the reason for all his curse.
His hand touched her cheek, leaving a trail of blood on his face. The skeletal fingers held against his neck and tightened on making him lose air.
-Not - The young man shouted as loud as you can but nobody was there to help.
The grip pierced his throat, running through your head with the blade of the king. He drowned in his own blood, feeling a sweet scent of roses around her, burning as incense.
Slowly the noble opened his eyes and saw Eren asleep in his arms. It was strange and cruel not face those two green, vivid and wild orbs. Those bright eyes conveyed tranquility and hope, something he had not felt for a long time.
Rivaille groaned in frustration, this was the worst time to have a delirium.
The carriage proceeded rapidly between the muddy trails. A trail of wheels and six black and swift horses were left behind.
Rivaille held Eren's hand and sighed faintly. His heart was still beating but his head was burning with fever.
"I have to save you, my love."
His eyes roamed his body, lightly pressing a wet rag against the beads of sweat from his neck. "I have to save you and win your heart."
The cloth that covered his nakedness crept up his leg, revealing his groin and belly muscles seductively.
"You have no idea what you do to me."
He could not resist and slowly touched the cock of the sleeping young man.
"I do not know what I'm doing."
Their lips touched gently and Eren groaned in disapproval when they broke apart.
"I want to take your body, want to feel what its like inside you ... but not like this, not now."
The cold cloth was pressed against his forehead and then hovered over his nipples caressing them. The green pendant glowed faintly against his skin.
"Wake up. Open your eyes and I'll give you whatever you want ... my life, my body, everything."
"Armin." Eren moaned weakly and turned his face against the noble's chest "Armin will die."
"I'm here," he stared with a sad look.
"It's just in this life that you can think... you have to be concerned with yourself more."
The carriage drove up a stone and made his body slide. Rivaille held him tightly and pulled his bangs from his face gently.
"What is it?"
"Please," The noble whispered in his ear,"Do not die."
"You are hallucinating."
He suddenly felt a burning sensation in his throat, a feeling that took possession of his body.
"You won't cry for all eternity Rivaille."
He abruptly looked eren.
"Say something ... Do you hate me?"
"No."
"No?"
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The horses whinnied and were tired but Hanji continued to the point of tearing her gloves. Blood trickled down his scraped hand and stained the white rope with red liquid. The jolt caused discomfort inside but still Rivaille held Eren tightly in his arms.
Eren moaned, his mouth and his nails were purple, a sign that the poison quickly spread over his body.
"Riva-i. "
"Do not talk!" He removed the lock of his hair several times covering his emerald eyes. "You'll be fine, I know someone who collects antidotes for poisons, it will help you."
"Who is he?"The young man shivered in his arms and coughed blood.
"He is someone I have not seen in years."
"It's someone like you?"
"I told you not to speak." Rivaille let loose a sigh that he was holding.
"His name is not Smith and Irvin, he is not a person I want to see now."
His fingers lightly touched Eren's bloody lip preventing him from speaking when he opened his mouth.
"I'm doing this for you, be prepared to reward me."
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The young man groaned as the carriage was still running. In the middle of a horde of dead trees thorns would rise in large spiked tangles, hitting anyone who dared to go through them. Like an impenetrable wall they writhed into the mud and around dead trees, while the sound protest horses were heard from afar.
"I have nothing to pay you with." Eren whispered taking a long time between words.
The nobleman was silent looking at his face, his furrowed brow showed worry lines. He looked away from the dark place, thorns and decomposing bodies were tangled and fused, as a work of art being horribly exposed for all who dare to pierce this dark territory.
"I never said you had to pay with cash."
His voice was firm but at the same time calm and gentle. Eren should never see what was outside of the carriage, he did not deserve to see nothing.
The young man suddenly felt his face heat up.
"I might as well be sleeping with you but not that comfortable bed, but now we're in the middle of the night riding to the territory of my enemy. I will make you to be very rewarding. And do not think you will escape so easily from my punishment."
He was silenced with the movement of young man with hands resting behind his neck and with a quick kiss, so fast that it took for the prime reason that he was being kissed then. The moment his lips were pressed against his Rivaille no longer felt the rain or the sound of hooves or the thunder that rumbled in the background. He saw only Eren, sick with purple lips, looking directly at him with flushed face after giving his first kiss.
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that."
"That's not how you kiss."
Eren closed his eyes waiting for a rough kiss or bite or some punishment for his thoughtless act but all he felt was a pair of lips brushing lightly with his. Rivaille licked slowly waiting for him to open his mouth.
Eren opened his mouth and gently held the noble's head. Eren raised his hand slightly to remove the curtain but the noble held tight in his arms.
"Do not move or speak. I do not know how long the poison has been in your body, you know?"
His words were harsh, more than he thought. With closed eyes the young man leaned into his arms and fell asleep again.
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At that moment the carriage stopped and Rivaille felt a tingling in his stomach.
He did not want to see it.
Meeting this man is the same as reviewing the chaos that took over his life when they first met.
He knew that Irvin would not do anything for free without expecting some kind of payment.
Lands, servants? Maybe, but Rivaille knew Irvin liked to manipulate.
But what if he wanted Eren as payment?
"If he asked for Eren as payment," a voice sounded inside his own head, "He better be prepared for war."
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The gates creaked, were tall and the center of them had the symbol of all his noble lineage: two wings entwined. This symbol was as old as that mansion.
Hanji jumped from the driver's seat and opened the door. Her face showed distress but she forced a fake smile while looking for Rivaille, trying to comfort him in vain.
"How do you even know if he even has a cure for this poison?"
Rivaille said as he tenderly touched the face of Eren he still held in his tight embrace.
She shook her head and said in a serious voice, other than the usual bubbly tone.
"I had to get rare herbs and ended up coming here, I apologize if I have not told you before, I did not want to cause you any discomfort."
"And?"
It was for Armin. He showed the same symptoms that Eren is showing. I was ready to sacrifice him but he showed signs of improvement."
"So you came to help for your enemy?"
She shrugged and said in a loud, clear voice:
"Eren will die in your arms. Is that what you want? After all you did fall for a homeless boy. "
"Do not you dare speak another word."
The door opened slowly and a tall blonde figure and was waiting with a smile of satisfaction.
"Rivaille." His voice echoed on the staircases of white marble while the noble left the front door to make room for Rivaille to join. His gaze penetrated the ice and neither looked away.
"How long has it been, Rivaille? I see that the rumors are true."
He remained silent, tightening even more the young against his chest.
"A pity I can not see his emerald eyes, say they are bewitched."
The various monsters stuffed formed shadows on the walls of red velvet.
"Maybe you have also been bewitched."
His gloved hand reached out to move a lock of hair from Eren's eyes.
"Convince me to take care of your pet and I assure you will getthe cure."
"Sacrifices are necessary." The head of the right arm of confidence Irvin fell at his feet. "Right now I have a man infected by the plague inside a wagon. As far as I know it is only necessary that they need bite your skin."
"Are you crazy!" He took two steps back and pulled his composure.
"I did human experiments, Erwin, I can prove this with any of his servants or animals if you want."
"Destroy this creature!"
Rivaille smiled.
"And as I do not know if you was to blame for all this? That fake doctor was one of his men was he not? His head remains hanging on the statue and I brought his tongue like this."
"I did not expect this."
"What do you want from me?"
"Sex."
Rivaille smirked and spat at his feet.
"You will have a slow death if you fall into my hands. Do not forget who killed the king."
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His eyes stared for several moments, silver with amber, none felt intimidated while looking at each other for so long.
"We did not have any monster in any cage, sir," A servant shouted outside the door, his clothes were ragged and his eyes dared not face anyone.
"But if you want I can create one now -"
Hanji screamed louder and pulled the slave into her lap, as if she were holding a sharp blade.
"Save the life of Eren and I will pay his weight in gold bars."
"You know what I want."
"I will not sleep you."
"Then why not sell his body? What did you see that kid? What does he have that I do not?"
"Don't you dare insinuate anything about Eren. He is worth more than my own life."
"I heard he has bewitched eyes, shame they are not opened now -" His hands gripped a bottle with a yellowish liquid "What else can you offer me?"
"That," Slowly the Noble withdrew his overcoat off his body, landing with a thud on the stone floor and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a chest with brands of permanent scarring.
Irvin looked away of eren on the table and stared Rivaille in silence, not daring to make a move.
"The greatest humiliation of a noble -" Rivaille proceeded slowly as he finished undressing, "Is being marked as a slave, even though he had already won his freedom."
"Would you rather be marked as my property instead of using the body of this young man?"
"This is a humiliation I'm willing to spend. Not enough for you?"
"I will heal him."
His shadow became larger and intimidating the round dome. Irvin pierced tongs in the fire of a candle holder in an animal skull shape. The flames reflected blue and orange as his hands began manipulating surgical tools.
"It will hurt, it's good that he's sleeping."
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