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Andrys mentally cursed, using a word he had heard one of the guards say, though he really didn't know it's meaning. The reason for the cursing was because he was late, it was only a few minutes, but it was enought to spell trouble for him. Some of the other concubines had helped him dress, which meant they fought over what he should wear. While they wasted their time, Andrys wrestled with his many sashes and robes alone. This was normal for him, though the King spoiled alot of his concubines, and spent many late hours with one or another, none seemed to be able to keep his attention for very long. So far, Andrys had kept it the longest, and that meant far more than whatever jealousy the other concubines could muster.

Andrys hadn't noticed the king poking his head out into the hall, so he was moving at a soft run between the doors, and then a suddenly fast walk when a door was present. He didn't want to be caught running through the halls, but he didn't want to be chastised by the king for being late. He was in quite the dilemma.

Andrys quickly hid his surprise with a sweet smile, "I am sorry for being so late." Mind you, it was maybe three minutes, but when it was three minutes of the king's time, it meant alot more. He leaned into the king's kiss ever so slightly, the smile softly spreadying, reaching his eyes. Andrys realized his time might be cut short for his tardiness so he thought it well to give an excuse. "I had made the unfortunate mistake of asking for help with my others," meaning the other concubines. "But they all had their own ideas for my atire."

He smelt lightly of roses, it was most likely a perfume he had used, or possibly his shampoo. Andrys had a new scent with each sunrise. His skin was soft from the lotion he had used. He had placed it on his skin he knew the king would touch, well, at least where the king normally touched. "I am very glad to hear that, your majesty," Andrys replied, just as quietly. "I was worried you would have been annoyed at my mishandling of the time." He brushed the King's hand that held his own with his free hand. "But now I am not so worried, thank you."

Andrys smiled, and took a bite of the food. It was such a small and dainty bite, something he had been trained to do. When he had swallowed the food, he smiled, as it really was his favorite, he then spoke again. "As you wish, Sakurai." The name felt weird rolling off of his tongue. He had never dreamed he would be able to call the King his name since he was only a measely concubine. But there was no way on Earth he would miss the chance, especially at the King's dismay.

"I must be honest, Sakurai," he said, taking the cue to take another small bite. When he swallowed he continued. "I do not quite understand what you mean. I am but a concubine, your willing servant." He hated the terminology of servant, but it was far better than slave.

Andry blinked, at a total loss. "A... a lover?" he asked, as if he never thought of the words. He was a concubine, it was all he was trainied to do, he could never be the King's lover! He was only supposed to love the King in a way no other man should. The King was supposed to find a woman, marry his queen, and have children all while ruling his country. The attention a concubine was given from the King was only supposed to be temporary... it was never supposed to be serious, especially not as serious as this!

Andrys shook his head, remembering his place. "Not at all! It was just surprising to hear it, no matter how much I wished for you to say those words, deep down I knew it wasn't possible. It wasn't probable," he said quietly. "But you will be looked down upon for doing this..."