Rin was half-asleep by the time they reached the upper floors of the palace. His head rested weakly against Lucien's shoulder, eyes half-open, too tired to argue anymore. Lucien didn't say a word. He walked with long, quick strides, his jaw tight, his arm secure around Rin as if afraid to let him go.
When they reached a wide door, two palace servants quickly opened it for them. The room was grand, with soft white curtains, golden edges, and furniture that looked like it belonged in a royal sitting hall.
Lucien gently lowered Rin onto a couch and crouched in front of him. His hands immediately went to Rin's wrists, checking them carefully. The red marks were fading but still visible.
"Does it hurt?" Lucien asked quietly.
Rin looked at him blankly for a moment before snorting. "No, baby, I'm fine."
Lucien blinked. "...Baby?"
"Yeah," Rin said with a teasing grin. "You're fussing like one. Relax, it's just a few bruises."
