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It takes all night and into the wee hours of the morning to get to the little cottage set deep inside the twisting and winding forest. The Prince is down for the count and Lovino, along with the horses, are quite weary from their long trip. So they’re very happy to see the little cottage, built exactly for this purpose. So Lovino eases himself from the saddle, his legs, ass, and back very sore from the long ride.

He then unceremoniously drags the Prince from the saddle, letting him fall to the ground. Lovino doesn’t even bother with helping the monster from the saddle; this is just one of the first things he’ll extract s revenge. At least he didn’t allow the Prince to land on his head or break any bones. Lovino’d be the one who’d have to take care of that, anyway.

With a weary sigh, he unpacks the supplies from the horses and untacks them before setting them go into a little paddock near the cottage. They’ll be gone by noontime tomorrow since someone else from the resistance will be arrive to take them back. Can’t have the Prince riding off on one them, after all. He needs to stay here or somewhere else that’s secluded and safe for this plan to work. 

Lovino then proceeds to carry the supplies into the cottage, setting them on the little wooden table for two to unpack later. He walks back outside and literally drags the Prince through the dirt and puddles and rocks and into their new home. That was more for insult than injury, clearly.  Tying the abomination all up with a length of rope, Lovino sets him on the hearth of the small fireplace as not to get the mud and dirt all over.

Afterwards, he returns to the unpacked saddlebags and begins the process of placing all the things in the small cupboards and shelves. The supply of food should last them a few days. Another resistance member will ride out with more supplies at the end of that time. With nothing else to do for the moment, Lovino settles himself down into a wooden chair set at the table, dozing lightly while he wakes for the Prince to finally awaken.

Feeling a few sweat drops on his head he opened his eyes to see the fire, the small rug underneath him. It was such a shabby little place from what he could see. Opening his eyes he looked around and tried shifting, but found himself tied up, “M-mama…papa?” he asked struggling to sit up and finally managing to, looking around and seeing the servant dozing in a chair, growling he gave a small shout, “What the FUCK, barbarian!”

Lovino starts awake at the Prince’s yell, looking around as if the monsters from his nightmares followed him back to the land of the waking. Finding nothing of immediate danger, Lovino gives the man tied up near the fireplace a bone chilling smirk. A smooth but clearly dangerous chuckles slips out as well while he settle back comfortably in his chair. Crossing his arms, he gives the Prince a degrading look, one that says the he is the subordinate, not the pauper. 

“So, you’re finally awoken. I’d wondered if you would; that was a lot of tranquilizer you consumed. I thought you might’ve died on my watch, not that that would matter too much in the whole scheme of things. You’re just one piece of the whole, one that holds little to no importance.”

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Lovino nods and smothers a relieved smile. For a few moments there, he thought they wouldn’t work at all and that he’d need yo bash the Prince in the head enough until he passed out. so he quickly tends to the mess on the floor and scurries out of the room. He pauses at the door, looking at his ‘master.’ “Do you require anything else, your Majesty?”

“Get OUT!” he ordered, not wanting to be seen like this as he put his head on the desk and breathed hard in and out, wondering how he could be tired so quickly. Could the little cretin have…but he ate it too…

Following orders, Lovino quickly strides down the hall, teeheeing to himself on the way back to the kitchen. He returns the plate and silverware before half walking, half jogging back to the Prince’s chambers, Thank god he’d been getting sleepy before he left; that means he should almost be out like a baby. To make sure, Lovino lightly knocks on the door and lefts off a soft, “Sir?” And he also must praise the gods for him not feeling tired in the least. He must not have eaten enough for it to affect him, at least for now.

Hearing the small knock he went to speak, but his body wouldn’t comply and he simply stared to his side, his body limp, half in the chair half on the desk as his vision became hazy.

With no response, Lovino deems it okay to reenter the room, regardless of whether the Prince was asleep or not. Wither way, they’re dragging ass now. So he strides over to the Prince and roughly grabs him by the collar, dragging him over to the bed.

Clearly, everyone would know the Prince the moment they saw his clothing, so good bye to that. Lovino quickly strips the little monster of all but the bare minimums. No one would notice him without his lavish clothing, anyway. He’s just look like one of the other servants if dressed that way. So with that, Lovino takes off the first layer of his clothing, the one with the nice pants and jacket, and dresses the Prince in them. Thankfully, Lovino had thought to wear two sets of clothing so this would be possible. And with that, he slides an arm around the man’s slight shoulders ans heaves him up, having to carry most of his weight.

They make their way through the halls, Lovino once having to stop and explain that the man he’s supporting is just a servant that fell ill and needed assistance home. The other servant bought it and unknowingly allowed Lovino to steal the Prince from the castle, holding the servant door open for the duo since Lovino already has his hands full. He has the drag the goodfornothing all the way down the large hill the castle was built on and just barely makes it. At the bottom, an inconspicuous carriage is there to drive them to the edge of town where they’ll mount horses and ride off into the forest. There’s another resistance member in the cab, so he has to explain how everything went during the ride.

They arrive at the stables without an issue. Lovino has to heave the passed out Prince up onto the awaiting horse, tying him into the saddle so he doesn;t slip out. With that, he mounts his own steed and takes the lead of the Prince’s horse.  They then ride off into the ever encroaching night, one lively and the other fast asleep. 

With weary eyes he sees the horrifyingly confident smirk of the barbarian. He can feel himself being tugged up, making him so dizzy he could vomit. Being put on the bed he had no way to fight back as he was stripped. If he was about to be raped this would be by far the worst night ever. But it seemed the man had a lot worse planned than that.

Being redressed in the servant’s clothes and hoisted up he was dragged down the marble halls. Trying to alert someone, anyone, to help him he tried mumbling. Help me. I’m not a servant. I’m a prince you dumbass! stop him! Don’t open the door! He tried but it came out as a low muttering, “nnngh…” that drew from the back of his throat.

The long ride made him weary as he watched the events pass around him, the trotting of a horse under his head making tears slip out of his eyes. He was angry. Rage was building in him. How could he be so stupid? How could he have been drugged.

It takes all night and into the wee hours of the morning to get to the little cottage set deep inside the twisting and winding forest. The Prince is down for the count and Lovino, along with the horses, are quite weary from their long trip. So they’re very happy to see the little cottage, built exactly for this purpose. So Lovino eases himself from the saddle, his legs, ass, and back very sore from the long ride.

He then unceremoniously drags the Prince from the saddle, letting him fall to the ground. Lovino doesn’t even bother with helping the monster from the saddle; this is just one of the first things he’ll extract s revenge. At least he didn’t allow the Prince to land on his head or break any bones. Lovino’d be the one who’d have to take care of that, anyway.

With a weary sigh, he unpacks the supplies from the horses and untacks them before setting them go into a little paddock near the cottage. They’ll be gone by noontime tomorrow since someone else from the resistance will be arrive to take them back. Can’t have the Prince riding off on one them, after all. He needs to stay here or somewhere else that’s secluded and safe for this plan to work. 

Lovino then proceeds to carry the supplies into the cottage, setting them on the little wooden table for two to unpack later. He walks back outside and literally drags the Prince through the dirt and puddles and rocks and into their new home. That was more for insult than injury, clearly.  Tying the abomination all up with a length of rope, Lovino sets him on the hearth of the small fireplace as not to get the mud and dirt all over.

Afterwards, he returns to the unpacked saddlebags and begins the process of placing all the things in the small cupboards and shelves. The supply of food should last them a few days. Another resistance member will ride out with more supplies at the end of that time. With nothing else to do for the moment, Lovino settles himself down into a wooden chair set at the table, dozing lightly while he wakes for the Prince to finally awaken.

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Lovino nods and smothers a relieved smile. For a few moments there, he thought they wouldn’t work at all and that he’d need yo bash the Prince in the head enough until he passed out. so he quickly tends to the mess on the floor and scurries out of the room. He pauses at the door, looking at his ‘master.’ “Do you require anything else, your Majesty?”

“Get OUT!” he ordered, not wanting to be seen like this as he put his head on the desk and breathed hard in and out, wondering how he could be tired so quickly. Could the little cretin have…but he ate it too…

Following orders, Lovino quickly strides down the hall, teeheeing to himself on the way back to the kitchen. He returns the plate and silverware before half walking, half jogging back to the Prince’s chambers, Thank god he’d been getting sleepy before he left; that means he should almost be out like a baby. To make sure, Lovino lightly knocks on the door and lefts off a soft, “Sir?” And he also must praise the gods for him not feeling tired in the least. He must not have eaten enough for it to affect him, at least for now.

Hearing the small knock he went to speak, but his body wouldn’t comply and he simply stared to his side, his body limp, half in the chair half on the desk as his vision became hazy.

With no response, Lovino deems it okay to reenter the room, regardless of whether the Prince was asleep or not. Wither way, they’re dragging ass now. So he strides over to the Prince and roughly grabs him by the collar, dragging him over to the bed.

Clearly, everyone would know the Prince the moment they saw his clothing, so good bye to that. Lovino quickly strips the little monster of all but the bare minimums. No one would notice him without his lavish clothing, anyway. He’s just look like one of the other servants if dressed that way. So with that, Lovino takes off the first layer of his clothing, the one with the nice pants and jacket, and dresses the Prince in them. Thankfully, Lovino had thought to wear two sets of clothing so this would be possible. And with that, he slides an arm around the man’s slight shoulders ans heaves him up, having to carry most of his weight.

They make their way through the halls, Lovino once having to stop and explain that the man he’s supporting is just a servant that fell ill and needed assistance home. The other servant bought it and unknowingly allowed Lovino to steal the Prince from the castle, holding the servant door open for the duo since Lovino already has his hands full. He has the drag the goodfornothing all the way down the large hill the castle was built on and just barely makes it. At the bottom, an inconspicuous carriage is there to drive them to the edge of town where they’ll mount horses and ride off into the forest. There’s another resistance member in the cab, so he has to explain how everything went during the ride.

They arrive at the stables without an issue. Lovino has to heave the passed out Prince up onto the awaiting horse, tying him into the saddle so he doesn;t slip out. With that, he mounts his own steed and takes the lead of the Prince’s horse.  They then ride off into the ever encroaching night, one lively and the other fast asleep. 

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Lovino nods and smothers a relieved smile. For a few moments there, he thought they wouldn’t work at all and that he’d need yo bash the Prince in the head enough until he passed out. so he quickly tends to the mess on the floor and scurries out of the room. He pauses at the door, looking at his ‘master.’ “Do you require anything else, your Majesty?”

“Get OUT!” he ordered, not wanting to be seen like this as he put his head on the desk and breathed hard in and out, wondering how he could be tired so quickly. Could the little cretin have…but he ate it too…

Following orders, Lovino quickly strides down the hall, teeheeing to himself on the way back to the kitchen. He returns the plate and silverware before half walking, half jogging back to the Prince’s chambers, Thank god he’d been getting sleepy before he left; that means he should almost be out like a baby. To make sure, Lovino lightly knocks on the door and lefts off a soft, “Sir?” And he also must praise the gods for him not feeling tired in the least. He must not have eaten enough for it to affect him, at least for now.

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Lovino frowns slightly, eyeing the potatoes a bit. He’s not exactly sure how strong the tranquilizer is, but just one bite should be fine. Right? As much as he wants to rip the other man’s hands away from him and beat his face in, Lovino doesn’t. So he just mans up and takes the small bite of potatoes, carefully chewing it while looking down at his feet. He’d heard that the Prince doesn’t like being looked directly in the eye by anyone save the King and Queen. Best not piss him off when it’s so close to the climax of his mission.

Seeing the man swallow and waiting a moment he noticed nothing happened. He didn’t take into account poisons and tranquilizers may take a while to kick in and dosage matters. Taking the bite of potatoes and eating them down he began to saw at the steak, cutting it into pieces and eating it. “This is much too fine for your little brain to handle.” He chuckled dipping it in the excess blood and sucking it down happily.

Lovino straightens up and nods like a good little servant, eyes still trained on his nice shoes. Too bad they’ll be getting ruined after a hard ride’s out into the forests. It’s nice and muddy out there since it rained the day before and the dense treetops kept most of the sun from touching the forest floor. So that means puddles a plenty. “Of course, master.”

“You fully know that your kind will be obliterated someday, right? We needn’t integrate them into society. Mixed blood never fares well. When I become king…you’ll see.” He grinned behind him, eating the meat with a sharp grin.

Lovino bows once more. “Thank you for telling me, master. I wish you the best of luck.” C’moooon tranquilizers. Just fucking kick in already. I need to be outa here within the hour or I’ll miss the horses saved for us down on the edge of town.

“Maybe I’ll keep you if you’re…helpful…enough.” he felt more tired than usual. Probably because he’d been woken up early by some maid. He set his fork down and looked at his servant. “This plate….get it outta here.” He said, throwing it on the floor, and stepping on it so the servants wouldn’t eat the scraps.

Lovino nods and smothers a relieved smile. For a few moments there, he thought they wouldn’t work at all and that he’d need yo bash the Prince in the head enough until he passed out. so he quickly tends to the mess on the floor and scurries out of the room. He pauses at the door, looking at his ‘master.’ “Do you require anything else, your Majesty?”

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Lovino frowns slightly, eyeing the potatoes a bit. He’s not exactly sure how strong the tranquilizer is, but just one bite should be fine. Right? As much as he wants to rip the other man’s hands away from him and beat his face in, Lovino doesn’t. So he just mans up and takes the small bite of potatoes, carefully chewing it while looking down at his feet. He’d heard that the Prince doesn’t like being looked directly in the eye by anyone save the King and Queen. Best not piss him off when it’s so close to the climax of his mission.

Seeing the man swallow and waiting a moment he noticed nothing happened. He didn’t take into account poisons and tranquilizers may take a while to kick in and dosage matters. Taking the bite of potatoes and eating them down he began to saw at the steak, cutting it into pieces and eating it. “This is much too fine for your little brain to handle.” He chuckled dipping it in the excess blood and sucking it down happily.

Lovino straightens up and nods like a good little servant, eyes still trained on his nice shoes. Too bad they’ll be getting ruined after a hard ride’s out into the forests. It’s nice and muddy out there since it rained the day before and the dense treetops kept most of the sun from touching the forest floor. So that means puddles a plenty. “Of course, master.”

“You fully know that your kind will be obliterated someday, right? We needn’t integrate them into society. Mixed blood never fares well. When I become king…you’ll see.” He grinned behind him, eating the meat with a sharp grin.

Lovino bows once more. “Thank you for telling me, master. I wish you the best of luck.” C’moooon tranquilizers. Just fucking kick in already. I need to be outa here within the hour or I’ll miss the horses saved for us down on the edge of town.

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Lovino frowns slightly, eyeing the potatoes a bit. He’s not exactly sure how strong the tranquilizer is, but just one bite should be fine. Right? As much as he wants to rip the other man’s hands away from him and beat his face in, Lovino doesn’t. So he just mans up and takes the small bite of potatoes, carefully chewing it while looking down at his feet. He’d heard that the Prince doesn’t like being looked directly in the eye by anyone save the King and Queen. Best not piss him off when it’s so close to the climax of his mission.

Seeing the man swallow and waiting a moment he noticed nothing happened. He didn’t take into account poisons and tranquilizers may take a while to kick in and dosage matters. Taking the bite of potatoes and eating them down he began to saw at the steak, cutting it into pieces and eating it. “This is much too fine for your little brain to handle.” He chuckled dipping it in the excess blood and sucking it down happily.

Lovino straightens up and nods like a good little servant, eyes still trained on his nice shoes. Too bad they’ll be getting ruined after a hard ride’s out into the forests. It’s nice and muddy out there since it rained the day before and the dense treetops kept most of the sun from touching the forest floor. So that means puddles a plenty. “Of course, master.”

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“Well, I apologize for that, sir. And I have no idea why you have not sent me to my death. I’m just here to try and keep you content, but since I’m new to this and serving you, you’ll have to give me more exact orders to follow in order to do that.” Just keep smiling, Lovino. You can make it through this. Once night falls, you can go through with the plan without a hitch. Just smile and bare the little fuck for now. 

“You are by far the most eloquent little fuck of a servant I’ve ever had. You think you’re a person. That’s just adorable.” He giggled condescendingly as he stood up and grabbed him by the tie, hoisting it upwards so it’d cut off the man’s air supply, “This is nothing compared to a noose of the gallows, Don’tcha know? That’s probably how you lost your parents, huh? little barbarian. You smell filthy.”

Lovino keeps his face impassive while he’s being choked, not struggling in the little monster’s grasp. That would just end up getting him killed. And he’s much too important for that, at least now. He’s the only one in the entire kingdom that can steal this brat away at the moment and tuck him some place where he won’t be able to run. He has a mission and he’ll be damned if this little fuck’s going to stop him from completing it. So he just stands there and accepts the physical and verbal abuse, not really feeling offended by it in the first place. It’s not like the Prince’s opinion is important to him and it never will be. That’s just the way it’s going to go. He can throw his temper tantrums and insult Lovino until he’s blue in the face, but nothing he can say or do, save for killing him, will change his fate in the end. Either way, he’ll end up in the middle of the forest with no one to look to save for Lovino. He’ll be the only one that can take care of his pansy ass. It’s either that or die. And hopefully, the Prince isn’t nearly that dumb.

Choking him for a minute he soon got bored and threw him against a book case. He didn’t like the way there was no fear in his eyes. It was like he wasn’t in control of him. But then again it was a fucking barbarian. They were lower than wild dogs. Talking wild dogs. He gave a small hiss, “Just you wait till I break you, little shit covered horse.” He chuckled looking at his watch as the room became a little darker. It was nearly bed time. He would just have a snack and then go to bed. “Get me some fried potatoes in olive oil and a small slab of rare steak.” he ordered kicking the man in the lower back out of the room.

Lovino lets out not a single pained noise, even as the air rushed back to his lungs from his bruising throat or from the way the back of his head smacked into the bookshelf. He just restrained himself and stood up like nothing helped. Murmuring a soft, “Yes, master,” as he’s kicked out the door, Lovino power walks down the hallways to the kitchen to burn off his anger. All he can do is pray that they’ll be able to slip out undetected. And he also has to praise his leaders for giving him some tranquilizing medicine to use on the Prince. That’ll make getting him out of the castle grounds and deep into the woods that much easier. Lovino has a feeling that the Prince would be a complete screaming handful otherwise. So he tells the cooks what the Prince wants and they whip it up quickly. God forbid they not cook fast enough. One of them is so kind as to inform them that the little beast has put someone to their death merely because he didn’t enjoy the way they can cooked his meat for him. This sickens Lovino and shows him just how badly the Prince needs to be gone. So he power walks back to said monster’s room, carefully sprinkling the tranquilizers over it while no one is looking. Lightly knocking on the door to alert the Prince to his ‘ever faithful’ servant’s return, Lovino enters the room and presents the food he had order. “Olive oil fried potatoes and rare steak, just as you had said, master.” He bows deeply after setting it on the cleared desk.

Grumbling to himself he wondered what took so long, tapping his fingers on the desk and glaring at the door. When the servant came back in he gave a smirk as it was set before him. “Napkin.” he said taking it and settling in his chair with his servant next to him. “Tell me, barbarian.” He chuckled, “Would you like to have a taste of this?”

Lovino just smiles his usual smile, and bows deeply again. “But master, that food would never be suiting for someone as lowly as I. It’s for princely lips alone.” He remains in his deep bow, his eyes locked on his feet, since the Prince had never told him to rise.

He gave a small chuckle, lifting up a spoon of the potatoes and holding it to him, “Eat it, cretin.” He said crossing his legs and tilting the man’s face up by a touch on the chin, making him face the spoonfull.

Lovino frowns slightly, eyeing the potatoes a bit. He’s not exactly sure how strong the tranquilizer is, but just one bite should be fine. Right? As much as he wants to rip the other man’s hands away from him and beat his face in, Lovino doesn’t. So he just mans up and takes the small bite of potatoes, carefully chewing it while looking down at his feet. He’d heard that the Prince doesn’t like being looked directly in the eye by anyone save the King and Queen. Best not piss him off when it’s so close to the climax of his mission.

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“Well, I apologize for that, sir. And I have no idea why you have not sent me to my death. I’m just here to try and keep you content, but since I’m new to this and serving you, you’ll have to give me more exact orders to follow in order to do that.” Just keep smiling, Lovino. You can make it through this. Once night falls, you can go through with the plan without a hitch. Just smile and bare the little fuck for now. 

“You are by far the most eloquent little fuck of a servant I’ve ever had. You think you’re a person. That’s just adorable.” He giggled condescendingly as he stood up and grabbed him by the tie, hoisting it upwards so it’d cut off the man’s air supply, “This is nothing compared to a noose of the gallows, Don’tcha know? That’s probably how you lost your parents, huh? little barbarian. You smell filthy.”

Lovino keeps his face impassive while he’s being choked, not struggling in the little monster’s grasp. That would just end up getting him killed. And he’s much too important for that, at least now. He’s the only one in the entire kingdom that can steal this brat away at the moment and tuck him some place where he won’t be able to run. He has a mission and he’ll be damned if this little fuck’s going to stop him from completing it. So he just stands there and accepts the physical and verbal abuse, not really feeling offended by it in the first place. It’s not like the Prince’s opinion is important to him and it never will be. That’s just the way it’s going to go. He can throw his temper tantrums and insult Lovino until he’s blue in the face, but nothing he can say or do, save for killing him, will change his fate in the end. Either way, he’ll end up in the middle of the forest with no one to look to save for Lovino. He’ll be the only one that can take care of his pansy ass. It’s either that or die. And hopefully, the Prince isn’t nearly that dumb.

Choking him for a minute he soon got bored and threw him against a book case. He didn’t like the way there was no fear in his eyes. It was like he wasn’t in control of him. But then again it was a fucking barbarian. They were lower than wild dogs. Talking wild dogs. He gave a small hiss, “Just you wait till I break you, little shit covered horse.” He chuckled looking at his watch as the room became a little darker. It was nearly bed time. He would just have a snack and then go to bed. “Get me some fried potatoes in olive oil and a small slab of rare steak.” he ordered kicking the man in the lower back out of the room.

Lovino lets out not a single pained noise, even as the air rushed back to his lungs from his bruising throat or from the way the back of his head smacked into the bookshelf. He just restrained himself and stood up like nothing helped. Murmuring a soft, “Yes, master,” as he’s kicked out the door, Lovino power walks down the hallways to the kitchen to burn off his anger. All he can do is pray that they’ll be able to slip out undetected. And he also has to praise his leaders for giving him some tranquilizing medicine to use on the Prince. That’ll make getting him out of the castle grounds and deep into the woods that much easier. Lovino has a feeling that the Prince would be a complete screaming handful otherwise. So he tells the cooks what the Prince wants and they whip it up quickly. God forbid they not cook fast enough. One of them is so kind as to inform them that the little beast has put someone to their death merely because he didn’t enjoy the way they can cooked his meat for him. This sickens Lovino and shows him just how badly the Prince needs to be gone. So he power walks back to said monster’s room, carefully sprinkling the tranquilizers over it while no one is looking. Lightly knocking on the door to alert the Prince to his ‘ever faithful’ servant’s return, Lovino enters the room and presents the food he had order. “Olive oil fried potatoes and rare steak, just as you had said, master.” He bows deeply after setting it on the cleared desk.

Grumbling to himself he wondered what took so long, tapping his fingers on the desk and glaring at the door. When the servant came back in he gave a smirk as it was set before him. “Napkin.” he said taking it and settling in his chair with his servant next to him. “Tell me, barbarian.” He chuckled, “Would you like to have a taste of this?”

Lovino just smiles his usual smile, and bows deeply again. “But master, that food would never be suiting for someone as lowly as I. It’s for princely lips alone.” He remains in his deep bow, his eyes locked on his feet, since the Prince had never told him to rise.

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“Well, I apologize for that, sir. And I have no idea why you have not sent me to my death. I’m just here to try and keep you content, but since I’m new to this and serving you, you’ll have to give me more exact orders to follow in order to do that.” Just keep smiling, Lovino. You can make it through this. Once night falls, you can go through with the plan without a hitch. Just smile and bare the little fuck for now. 

“You are by far the most eloquent little fuck of a servant I’ve ever had. You think you’re a person. That’s just adorable.” He giggled condescendingly as he stood up and grabbed him by the tie, hoisting it upwards so it’d cut off the man’s air supply, “This is nothing compared to a noose of the gallows, Don’tcha know? That’s probably how you lost your parents, huh? little barbarian. You smell filthy.”

Lovino keeps his face impassive while he’s being choked, not struggling in the little monster’s grasp. That would just end up getting him killed. And he’s much too important for that, at least now. He’s the only one in the entire kingdom that can steal this brat away at the moment and tuck him some place where he won’t be able to run. He has a mission and he’ll be damned if this little fuck’s going to stop him from completing it. So he just stands there and accepts the physical and verbal abuse, not really feeling offended by it in the first place. It’s not like the Prince’s opinion is important to him and it never will be. That’s just the way it’s going to go. He can throw his temper tantrums and insult Lovino until he’s blue in the face, but nothing he can say or do, save for killing him, will change his fate in the end. Either way, he’ll end up in the middle of the forest with no one to look to save for Lovino. He’ll be the only one that can take care of his pansy ass. It’s either that or die. And hopefully, the Prince isn’t nearly that dumb.

Choking him for a minute he soon got bored and threw him against a book case. He didn’t like the way there was no fear in his eyes. It was like he wasn’t in control of him. But then again it was a fucking barbarian. They were lower than wild dogs. Talking wild dogs. He gave a small hiss, “Just you wait till I break you, little shit covered horse.” He chuckled looking at his watch as the room became a little darker. It was nearly bed time. He would just have a snack and then go to bed. “Get me some fried potatoes in olive oil and a small slab of rare steak.” he ordered kicking the man in the lower back out of the room.

Lovino lets out not a single pained noise, even as the air rushed back to his lungs from his bruising throat or from the way the back of his head smacked into the bookshelf. He just restrained himself and stood up like nothing helped. Murmuring a soft, “Yes, master,” as he’s kicked out the door, Lovino power walks down the hallways to the kitchen to burn off his anger. All he can do is pray that they’ll be able to slip out undetected. And he also has to praise his leaders for giving him some tranquilizing medicine to use on the Prince. That’ll make getting him out of the castle grounds and deep into the woods that much easier. Lovino has a feeling that the Prince would be a complete screaming handful otherwise. So he tells the cooks what the Prince wants and they whip it up quickly. God forbid they not cook fast enough. One of them is so kind as to inform them that the little beast has put someone to their death merely because he didn’t enjoy the way they can cooked his meat for him. This sickens Lovino and shows him just how badly the Prince needs to be gone. So he power walks back to said monster’s room, carefully sprinkling the tranquilizers over it while no one is looking. Lightly knocking on the door to alert the Prince to his ‘ever faithful’ servant’s return, Lovino enters the room and presents the food he had order. “Olive oil fried potatoes and rare steak, just as you had said, master.” He bows deeply after setting it on the cleared desk.

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“Well, I apologize for that, sir. And I have no idea why you have not sent me to my death. I’m just here to try and keep you content, but since I’m new to this and serving you, you’ll have to give me more exact orders to follow in order to do that.” Just keep smiling, Lovino. You can make it through this. Once night falls, you can go through with the plan without a hitch. Just smile and bare the little fuck for now. 

“You are by far the most eloquent little fuck of a servant I’ve ever had. You think you’re a person. That’s just adorable.” He giggled condescendingly as he stood up and grabbed him by the tie, hoisting it upwards so it’d cut off the man’s air supply, “This is nothing compared to a noose of the gallows, Don’tcha know? That’s probably how you lost your parents, huh? little barbarian. You smell filthy.”

Lovino keeps his face impassive while he’s being choked, not struggling in the little monster’s grasp. That would just end up getting him killed. And he’s much too important for that, at least now. He’s the only one in the entire kingdom that can steal this brat away at the moment and tuck him some place where he won’t be able to run. He has a mission and he’ll be damned if this little fuck’s going to stop him from completing it. So he just stands there and accepts the physical and verbal abuse, not really feeling offended by it in the first place. It’s not like the Prince’s opinion is important to him and it never will be. That’s just the way it’s going to go. He can throw his temper tantrums and insult Lovino until he’s blue in the face, but nothing he can say or do, save for killing him, will change his fate in the end. Either way, he’ll end up in the middle of the forest with no one to look to save for Lovino. He’ll be the only one that can take care of his pansy ass. It’s either that or die. And hopefully, the Prince isn’t nearly that dumb.

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Lovino smiles at his master, “I won’t, your Majesty. So please don’t worry.” Ah, but how satisfying would it be to step on it and make this little shithead trip? While it would probably get him killed, at least he’d get a good laugh out of it. Just imagining the look on the bastard’s face is enough to almost make him chuckle a bit, but he swallows it back. 

He just follows after the Prince like the good servant he’s to be portrayed as and does as he’s demanded. He pities the poor princess, but she really did bring it upon herself, he supposes. She should know that the Prince is a heartless bastard and would not feel a little ounce of remorse for doing the rudest and most hurtful things.

Lovino stifles a sigh and closes the door after them, following the Prince like a dog.  

Growling he took a seat at his desk and tossed his feet up, rolling his head back and letting his hair slide down his face for a moment before hanging. “Fucking hookers…princesses are all tramps now. You’d be surprised, barbarbar Lovino.”He grins, wrapping his fingers together and cracking them loudly. Scooting his chair towards the desk he crosses his legs and begins to pull out pen and ink. Holding it up he smirks, “this is what we use to write Lovino. You know…those funny little symbols you see around? They mean something.” he grinned, finding this way too much fun as he settled down and started to actually work, pulling out a few sheets or paper and beginning to record the days events. Not in a diary sort of way, just to keep track. Secretly his memory was deplorable.

Lovino takes his place by the Prince’s side, close enough to do as he’s bid but far enough to be out of reach. God forbid the Prince go a bit more insane and stab him with a pen or something along those lines. He bows to him lightly since the Prince glanced in his general direction as well as addressed him. “I’ll take your word for that, your Majesty.” Inside his head, Lovino imagines bashing the little shit’s face in for assuming he was stupid enough to not even know how to read and write. But alas, he can’t at the moment. But he will when this ‘fair’ Prince will be at his mercy. That’s enough to keep Lovino under control for the time being. “Thank you for informing me, your Majesty. I was completely unaware that such a thing existed.” He keeps his tone and expression perfect civil, like he actually means what he says. Good thing he’s a fabulous liar. 

“barbarians.”he scoffed to himself as he wrote things down and inserted them into his journal and inserts it into a drawer. folding his hands over his stomach he peered at Lovino for a long while, finding him as insatiable and unjoyous as all the other maids and servants to come into his care.

“Entertain me.” he said with a growl, cracking his neck and putting his boots on the desk, creating a nice mess for Lovino to clean up.

Lovino just stares back at the Prince with an even gaze, wondering why the other is looking at him in such a way. Well, to each their own. It’s a tad creepy and weird, but so be it. He can play these games. 

“How would you like me to do that, master?” He just continues to give him that smile, hoping that it’ll somehow cause him to snap a bit. 

“Do something entertaining dipshit.” he said with a menacing growl, crossing his arms and crossing his legs.

Lovino smiles at his master, having to remind himself that he won;t have to deal with the brat for that much longer. At least not in this way. Soon he’ll be the one in charge and giving out demands. “Kindly give me example of what to do, master. I am not accustomed to your preferences as of yet.”

“You are by far the most boring servant I’ve ever gotten. Remind me why I shouldn’t just send you to the gallows and have you done with.”

“Well, I apologize for that, sir. And I have no idea why you have not sent me to my death. I’m just here to try and keep you content, but since I’m new to this and serving you, you’ll have to give me more exact orders to follow in order to do that.” Just keep smiling, Lovino. You can make it through this. Once night falls, you can go through with the plan without a hitch. Just smile and bare the little fuck for now.