Charles bit his lip, no matter how he hated the Tournament, he couldn't help worrying about anybody in this room, and now he was seeing Stark's entourage off with a cautious and worried look. Seeing this, Prince Eric, who had been patient all evening, quickly gave the servant a glass that he never touched. Even the prince of the Central Lands turned away from his sharp movements, which is what he said about the others.
Lenscherre pulled down his gloves, almost throwing them at his assistant, and his black cape went there, though it wasn't wearing fur today. The last thing the servant caught was the prince's sword, and he didn't want anything to bother him.
Charles even swallowed, even as the northerner approached him. Lenscherre's posture was perfect, the look cold, with a bad shine, his lips curved in the likeness of a smile that almost made Xavier himself feel bad. Eric threw out his hand abruptly, looking straight into the blue eyes, he didn't raise his voice, he said it quietly - and the more horrifying it sounded.
- Lavolta.
The hall froze, and the King of the Central Lands felt bad. He looked at the northerner with horror, slowly turning his gaze at his son, who also immediately became whiter than chalk. Volta? Volta?! Hank grabbed the sword, just like Prince Jamie, it seems King Stephen and King Wade were struggling not to do the same. The eastern king's face looked even more like a mask, and Houletta held one of his cronies by the hand, saying something in his ear, apparently trying to calm him down. Shaw ripped one of his beads off his rosary.
Charles stood there, fossilized, not knowing if he heard him or not. Volta could only dance to couples or young men with the girl he was promised. Dancing volta is the same as... that... Xavier breathed a convulsive breath into the gray eyes of a northerner. He had no right to refuse, even if he had to go to the monastery after that, although Prince Eric wasn't likely to live to see it in the morning.
He slowly raised his arm like a numb hand and put it in the palm of Lenscherre, who immediately pulled the prince to his side, shamelessly hugging him by his waist, forcing older Xavier to almost hold his heart.
- Shall we dance, Your Highness? - Eric smirked and started to move, and the musicians finally came to their senses and played.
It was an indecent, horribly indecent dance. The Northerner held Charles to himself with impunity, quietly holding his hands at his waist, hugging across his torso, turning his back and almost touching his neck with his lips, causing almost the roar of the rest of the participants of the tournament. He picked up Xavier in his arms, slid his hands on the chest of a camisole, and allowed himself to do everything that could not be done under any circumstances.
The prince was on fire, ready to fall through the ground with shame, and when Lenscherre put him on his thighs after a waistcoat support... Prince Jamie still twitched and pulled out his sword, holding him down only by the river king standing next to him, although Strange himself would have preferred to send the northerner on a voyage along one of the rivers in his lands. Without a ship, of course.
Eric put the prince back on the floor, and they kept dancing, and Lenscherre twisted his hand against his ears.
- Your hair, Your Highness... - he exhaled hotly, keeping him close. - With that hair, you look like a beautiful girl...
Charles thought he couldn't get any redder, but he was wrong. He was ready to burst into flames right here and now, and the northerner was smiling, watching him. They made another round, and Prince Eric picked up Xavier again, lifting him up on his outstretched arms, turning around on his axis - and sitting back on his belt again, the music was about to end, but he wouldn't let go of the prince, holding him tightly.
The Northerner lost his head in the vicinity of his coveted body - and even reached for a totally unacceptable kiss, holding the prince firmly, and even the King of the Central Lands himself had already rushed to prevent it, but at that moment Charles got caught up and... bit Prince Eric on the tip of his nose.
He let Xavier out of his hands with surprise, and the prince had only miraculously managed to keep his balance, but Hank, who had already been there for him, helped him do so. The Northerner looked at Charles astonishedly, holding his nose, and his confidence fell apart from this unpredictable attack, while the Prince of Central Lands calmly corrected his camisole and bowed his head a little, and his voice sounded particularly clear in the silence of the coffin room:
- Thank you for the dance, Your Highness.
To Be Continued...