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From the corner of his eye, Vincenzo could see how Hanseo’s hands shook as the man took a seat. With his legs crossed, he was neatly sat, making himself as small as possible before the other. Hanseo’s hands were clasped in his lap, head turned down.
The king felt bad for the younger man as he was the cause of the uncomfortable look that grazed Hanseo’s face, his eyebrows scrunched together in a dismayed look. He obviously wasn’t comfortable with whatever he thought was supposed to happen in the room. It brought the king even more questions about just why Hanseo might have worked so hard to become a concubine.
Vincenzo tried to humor the idea of the concubine being able to fool him, in hopes of winning whatever game Hanseo presented.
“You are an awfully pretty lady,” he said, leaning over the desk. At the words Hanseo stilled, if Vincenzo didn’t know better he would have assumed it was out of embarrassment; but he could see how his eyes got wetter by the second.
Even if the words were meant to lure out whatever intention Hanseo had, they still held truth behind them. Hanseo was pretty, with his rosey cheeks and gentle motions. Vincenzo could admire Hanseo’s soft features, while they still were so painfully obvious masculine if you looked closer. He wondered if Hanseo’s jaw would feel as sharp as it looked, or if the blemish free skin was soft to the touch.
Hanseo’s eyes were cast downwards, nails digging themselves into his hands. He sputtered out an unintellable sentence at the words, eyes looking anywhere but in the eyes of the king.
“T-Thank you, your highness,” from his seated position, Hanseo proceeded to bow further down.
Vincenzo took a sip of the wine a eunuch had presented him with beforehand. He was unsure how to approach the subject, unknown if he should dive furthur into whatever lie they were playing at, or if they should end the cat and mouse game. He intended to lead the conversation, until the other seized control.
“I-I” Hanseo’s eyes closed, as he took a deep breath. The words he was about to utter, was obviously painful for him to state. “How may I please you today?”
The words caught Vincenzo off guard. He had expected questions of his sudden notice of meeting,
“Please me?” Vincenzo leaned backwards, eyes staring hard at the younger. He was unsure just what Hanseo was implying, even if he had an general idea.
Hanseo’s jaw flexed, obviously not wanting to go furthur into the territory of topic.
“I have been trained for you, your highness,” Hanseo’s voice was soft, with a hint of sadness behind it. “I promise I can please you and your needs. I am of your service, your highness. Deflower me as you please.”
Now it was Vincenzo’s turn to choke on the drink.
“Deflower you?” He knew he shouldn’t lose the stoic face in front of someone else, especially not a concubine with such unclear intentions like the one before him. But he couldn’t help but lose whatever walls he had put up when the seemingly innocent Hanseo used such crude words.
Looks could deceive, Vincenzo decided.
Hanseo seemed to choose between flight or fight, his whole body possessed by a slight tremor. Vincenzo had never seen someone’s actions and words having such a clear distinction.
The younger looked up through his bangs at the king, cheeks burning pink when they made eye contact.
“Please take me in any way you would like.”