Kilian could feel the raindrops landing on his face and the cold water sliding down his cheeks to his ears and neck.
The wind was chilly, and his body trembled in the cold.
'Cold…' He felt cold, not hurt?
Kilian breathed in through his nose, smelling the same earthy smell as he had before falling asleep.
The dirt under him, and the grass tickling his bare skin, told him he was on the ground.
The impact had been fast and he had waited, waited for the pain to come, or worse, for the ending to come.
Nothing, there had been nothing, he simply landed flat on his back on the ground below. There was no pain.
'How..' Kilian's mind soared with questions in disbelief, and he tried to move some, to see if the pain was simply delayed.
Still nothing.
He sat up using his bound hands to move the cloth off of his eyes and mouth.
The night was dark, and he looked up at the broken window by his room, barely able to make it out in the dark.
'Had they run off, or were they coming for him?'
He couldn't take the chance that they were going to try and retrieve him, even though the sound of the window breaking had been loud. He hoped It would at least have awoken the knights in the barracks that were nearby.
He ferociously started biting at the rope around his hands, loosening it slowly, when someone grabbed his shoulder.
"Kilian!"
The voice was Dante's.
A trembling hand went down to undo the ties around his wrists, and soon Dantes silhouette was in front of him, causing Kilian to breathe in easy, regaining his composure.
He would be fine now. Dante was as reliable as he could hope for, and the kidnappers had not exactly been skilled swordsmen or assassins.
"There were two of them" Kilian whispered staring at Dante who had finished untying the legs.
He wasn't sure why he was whispering, but the rage in Dante's expression, caused him to stay quiet.
More people came running, and Dante pulled off his shirt, covering Kilian's body as much as he could, then carefully bent down and placed his hands under Kilian's knees and back, lifting him up with ease.
A few knights came running looking at them in horror.
"The young lord was attacked, quickly find the intruders, there should be at least two men".
The Knight Commander stared holes into Dante, but ignored the blatant disregard of rank, and ran into the night with his men to look for the culprits.
Even if Kilian was an unfavored son, this incident would still be a huge blow to their pride as the knights were in charge of the security at the mansion.
Soon yells and groups of men started trimming the estate for the intruders, and the whole mansion was waking up from all the noise.
Dante walked steadily through the entrance to the mansion with a wet Kilian in his arms.
The staff that had come out after hearing the commotion were whispering among themselves when they saw the youngest Son getting carried through the foyer.
A few maids gasped at the sight of the bare Dante, not even caring about the person he was carrying, but instead glanced at the naked upper body that had been drenched in the rain.
Kilian sneezed on purpose, bringing the eyes of the maids off of the chest he was leaning against, giving them a hard stare when they noticed him.
'Even when I am in this kind of a mess, they still do not come to help, they are the ones that are useless'.
He closed his eyes, not wanting to see their stares anymore, concentrating on smelling the scent of Dante that was mixed with the rain on the bare skin, tickling his nose.
Stella stood at the door to Kilian's room. she had already brought extra blankets to help warm the cold Kilian and covered him with them after he got in bed.
The window next to the bed was completely broken, and Dante could vaguely guess what had happened.
"You fell from here?" He instantly looked at Kilian trying to decipher his face.
Kilian lazily laid on the bed, happy to feel the somewhat soft mattress under him instead of the hard ground.
"Yes," he replied and indicated he didn't want to be questioned any further.
A thought had begun to form and spread in his mind as he had been carried up, and he needed to think before he could answer other people's questions.
'It must have been magic'. Kilian's mind was referring to the landing, he had felt something around his body, but could not describe the feeling.
"You need to be checked by a doctor," Stella intervened suddenly, but received a silent stare from Kilian, causing her to go quiet.
"Let me at least stay for the night," Dante asked with a sigh, and Kilian nodded.
He knew the head maid might come by in the night to either finish the matter or question him about what he knew. Kilian was already sure that she was behind it all.
Stella left the room, and Dante grabbed one of the blankets to cover himself as he sat in the only chair in the room, the wheelchair.
There was a cold breeze coming from the broken window, and the rain was still falling outside, causing the room to be filled with the calming sound of falling water.
Kilian was deep in thought, not paying attention to Dante, and didn't notice the sad regretful look, Dante was giving him.
'He had failed his master again, yet he had not been blamed'. Dante was torturing himself with the thought, feeling a sting in his chest, knowing Kilian could have disappeared tonight if he hadn't found him in time.
Kilian laid deep in thought, his mind focused on what had happened.
'Was it magic, how and who's?' He was getting a headache and hadn't noticed that even with all the blankets covering him. his body was visibly trembling.
"Master Kilian… Are you cold?"
Dante almost whispered his question, unsure if Kilian had fallen asleep.
"It seems that I am…"
Kilian replied, finally noticing his body was trembling, but unsure if it was from delayed shock or cold.
"Why don't you hold me".
Kilian had half said it as a joke, not minding Dante holding him with that body of his, but to his surprise he soon felt a warm body laying down next to him, pulling Kilian's body close to it.
Even if blankets were between them, Kilian's back could feel Dante's breathing when the chest he was laying against would move slightly.
It was calming, but at the same time also...not.
"Please excuse me," he heard Dante's low voice say, and he decided to allow it when feeling an arm moving around his waist.
Kilian moved under the arm trying to get comfortable and warm, feeling his body calm down with the pressure of the heavy body against him.
'Does he even know what this does to me?' Kilian thought, trying to calm his own breathing.
He moved around to try and get comfortable under the added weight, suddenly stopping when he felt something hard between his thighs.
'Is that his...thing?'
It was big, was all Kilian could think, and he covered his face in the sheets, afraid to move.
He may like guys, but he didn't know if Dante did. In this world, a male/male relationship was probably taboo.
He knew that it was possibly a natural reaction to the movement he had done, knowing that even Dante had admired his looks on several occasions.
Kilian heard a faint groan behind him and decided to stay still. If Dante wanted to, then Kilian had no way of fending him off.
'Would I even want to…?'
It had been awful since he had died and joined this new world.
He was constantly fighting to live, and Dante was a really good person, but he couldn't afford to have any feelings for anyone right now.
He needed to focus on getting away.
Kilian closed his eyes trying to breathe slow and steady.
No... He knew Dante wouldn't do anything.
'He is too nice,' Kilian thought, moving some, making his thighs rub against the rod between his legs.
At this moment he wished Dante would do something...anything, so Kilian could forget everything that had happened, and finally, feel good for once.
But nothing happened, even with his subtle invite from moving against it, Dante laid steady as a rock.
Kilian's exhausted body took over, and his mind slipped into a dreamless sleep.
The morning came, and Kilian woke up alone in bed.
It took him a few seconds to fully wake up and finally noticed that Dante was across the room standing up against the wall by the door.
When had he moved? Kilian had been in deep sleep and had not noticed that Dante had left the bed.
He looked over catching the eyes of the man that stood tall and rigid, like a watchdog on guard.
Kilian gave one of his indifferent looks, there was no reason to be bashful or embarrassed, but it seemed Dante didn't agree, as his face had a slight pink hue to the skin on his cheeks.
"Did you sleep well, Sir Dante?"
There was no reply and Kilian continued.
"Thank you for your help last night".
Kilian got up and sat in his wheelchair.
"It was nothing," Dante finally let out.
Stella entered the room and looked from one to the other. What had happened?
She hurried over to Kilian giving him a worried look.
"Are you ok Young Master?" she closely inspected him, confirming all of him was intact.
Kilian just nodded, more curious as to what she was holding under her arm.
"Ohh," she exclaimed, giving him the box she had brought.
Kilian opened the box, seeing a neatly made cane just as he had specified.
He had barely time to admire it as someone else barged into the room. Someone that instantly brought his blood to a boil, as he saw the head maid enter.
"The Count wants to see you right away".
Kilian rubbed his temple.
Of course, the Count would hear about what had happened, but still, he had not even come to check on Kilian himself but required them to come to him.
He really had a good-for-nothing father in this world.
"Get ready and come instantly" The head maid screamed in a high-pitched tone.
'She must be nervous, as to what I will say'.
Kilian got ready with Stella's help. They took their time on purpose with an impatient Miss Olive tapping her foot on the floor while waiting.
Kilian then placed a tight grip on the top of the cane, feeling the smooth amber against his palm, and with a smirk aimed at the head maid, stood up and walked past her, followed by Dante.
Wide eyes send him scrutinizing looks, as they walked down the hall, leaving the annex towards the main building.
"Let's see what that old man wants".