He frowned slightly, stepping in and closing the door behind him. He sat next to him, sighing softly. "If you cant bring me a son, it is completely fine. While it is preferred for a ruler to be male, it is also completely possible for a ruler to be female." He said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"You don't understand. If I fail you then-... I'll be disgraced. Gods this is my punishment for the war." He spoke the last sentence to himself, standing up again and hesitantly moving over to the other male. "I'm sorry in advance if my bed skills are... lacking. I've never lain with anyone."
He started shaking his head, "You wont fail me. I dont care what gender my child is, as long as they're healthy and happy." He said, cheeks starting to flame as Lavender stood up and spoke, "oh that's really not necessary." He stood up, placing a hand on his shoulder. "We dont have to do it tonight, or even soon."
He sighed and physically relaxed, stepping back and flopping down in bed. "Thank the Gods. I still don't exactly like you. Regardless, your parents expect bloody and... soiled sheets to be removed tomorrow." He then sat up and tilted his head, legs crossing neatly beneath him. "How will we do that?"
"Give me a second." He said, going to the corner of the room and starting to pull a floorboard up. He pulled a glass of clear liquid out as well as a small dagger. He put the glass on the bedside table, taking the dagger and slicing his palm open and letting the blood drip into the liquid. It immediately turned blood red. "Pour this on the sheets in the morning. No one will be able to tell the difference."
"Hey-! You cut yourself." He sighed and stood up, moving to gently take the taller's hand in his own, looking the cut over. Worry sparked in his eyes as he tore a large swath of his silk gown off before wrapping it around the others hand
He looked confused, tilting his head slightly. Why would Lavender care if Fable cut himself? He frowned slightly before letting the other king take care of his hand. He watched him curiously, no one besides his mother had taken care of him before. Especially not someone who claimed to hate him.
Carefully Lavender brought the taller towards the bed, making him sit. He then looked at the flowers in the room before grabbing a healthy looking one and carefully crushing the petals in his hands to make a thick poultice. He then removed the silk wrap and rubbed the poultice into place on the wound. It would sting for a moment before going almost numb from the properties in it. "Should feel better soon."
He didnt have any reaction, having been taught how to build pain tolerance from a young age in case he was ever tortured. He watched Lavender rub it into his hand, and then slowly felt the cut go numb, "huh.. that's handy." He pondered.
He shrugged. "My father taught me herbs and hexes, granted a hex was not needed here." He spoke and sat down besides the taller, shivering slightly. "Can I ask for a brazier to be brought in? I'm freezing.."
