The sun’s light had just barely begun to spread over the horizon, but there was already a young man whom had been up and about on the grounds for at least an hour. His white clothing seemed to glow, a slight shine dancing about his blade as he practiced his forms.
"S-Sir, pardon me."
Taking a moment, he sheathed the sword and turned to see one of the castle’s messengers. It took a bit, but he regained his breath as the young redhead strode over.
"I apologize for the interruption, but His Majesty wishes to speak with you. He’s asked that you meet him in the throne room."
Asbel nodded, starting off without needing to be told twice. Though if the king needed to talk to him, why wouldn’t he just come himself like he’s done before? It wasn’t that far into the day after all. Then again, the time of the request was also odd. Nevertheless, the young lord moved as quickly as he thought wise to down the halls, soles padding against stone and carpet alike without much change in pace.
Upon reaching the doors that would allow him to enter into the throne room, heterchromatic eyes glanced at each of the guards stationed on either side. Without so much as a word, they opened the doors to allow him entrance.
A small smile curled onto the older’s face, the image of royalty sitting regally upon his throne as if it were home. Asbel’s feet took him forward, falling easily to a knee before coming anywhere close to the blond male. “What is it you wish to speak to me about, Your Highness?”
Richard rose, taking a few steps down and onto the carpeted path, continuing until he was only a few paces away from his friend. “Please, old friend. Using Richard suits you far more than any title.”
His gaze rose quickly in surprise, eyes wide. “Even here?”
Nodding, the king extended a hand. “Please.”
Asbel slowly reached up, accepting the hand and got to his feet. “Then….hey. You never told me why you asked me to come here instead of your study or something.”
"It is because I wished to…tell you something. This place seemed far more right than any other." Although he outwardly seemed perfectly fine, the beat of the monarch’s heart had quickened slightly, his gloved hand still in that of his best friend’s. Taking only a moment, he stepped back and released Asbel’s hand from his hold, raising it to gesture around them. "This room is the place where many significant things have occurred over the years, Asbel. Some of which we were witnesses to….others we were not." As he spoke, his body turned so his back was to the younger, a move not many of the kings before him would have made unless the other was highly trusted. "This place is where all knights kneel, no matter their station, before their king to swear to be loyal to him above all else." Footsteps, though softened slightly, echoed throughout the room. Golden eyes glanced back once he’d reached the stairs. "Would you join me over here, Asbel?"
"Ah- yeah, of course." Though he hadn’t realized it, the redhead had gotten entranced by the other’s words and fallen silent and still. Moving far quicker than Richard had, Asbel walked up closer to the throne than he ever had, pausing a couple of feet from the blond. "What-?"
Richard shook his head, a gloved hand gesturing towards the throne itself. “If you would…please sit.”
His jaw dropped, staring at the monarch. “What? But Richard, I’m not the king at all. I shouldn’t be touching that, right?” It was absurd. If anyone like Duke Dalen or any one of the guards were- His train of thoughts stopped. Looking around, Asbel noticed one thing he’d failed to realize upon entering: all of the soldiers that were usually stationed inside the throne room weren’t there. “….Are you sure I should?” He wondered, looking to Richard.
"It is part of why I asked you here to talk instead of elsewhere."
Well that settled that in the lord’s mind, walking up the stairs and taking the throne as calmly as he could. “S-so….what is it, Richard?”
The blond’s eyes lowered to the ground, a faint smile upon his lips. “I have asked you here so I may convey but one thing, Asbel.” Much to the younger’s shock, he lowered himself to one knee as an arm rose to cross over his chest. “You once told me that you were my sword and that I could use you as I wish.” Raising his gaze, gold met the widened, slightly different colored set. “I now ask that, while I am king by birth and title…you honor me by allowing me to serve my own king.”
"Richard, what are you-" Realization dawning, he stopped his own question from leaving his lips. Slipping out of the chair, Asbel got to his feet and stepped forward, kneeling down on both to rest his palms on each of the blond’s shoulders. "But I’m not a king."
"If it is not too bold for me to say, Asbel… You are my king."