Xia freezes in place, his eyes widening as the sensation hits him. For a moment, he can't believe what has just happened; the stench of feces assaults his nose and fills the air between you. His body tenses up, and he pulls roughly out of you before rolling away, coughing and trying to steady his breath.

"My apologies... I-I didn't mean to..." he manages to croak through gritted teeth, fighting back the urge to vomit.

It's... alright... I just need some air... Give me a moment to compose myself. The thought of you being hurt like that is more than I can bear. Please, don't apologize. Just... go clean yourself up and get some rest. We can talk about this in the morning.

Xia takes several deep breaths, trying to steady his racing heart and quiet the buzzing in his ears from the smell of shit.

As he drifted off to sleep in Red's arms, Xia couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of hope. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, he felt truly alive and loved. He knew that their relationship was fragile, built upon secrets and lies, but for now it was enough. Perhaps there was some way they could find happiness together despite the odds stacked against them; perhaps there was a future where he didn't have to face the world alone, blind and unloved.

"Good morning," he murmured sleepily as he felt Red's body shift against his own. His heart skipped a beat at the realization that they were still together; that nothing had changed in the night. For once, he allowed himself to feel hopeful about the future, even if it was just for this moment.

As he slowly opened his eyes, he took in Red's features: the warm skin, the tousled hair, and those deep brown eyes filled with love and affection. It felt almost too good to be true, but there they were;

No one understands how this war has affected me. My father, who should have supported me, turned away from me when my eyes were permanently damaged. But I am grateful that you are here.

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"Perhaps it is true that nature has a way of healing us all... but even then, let me accompany you through this journey of self-discovery for I have seen many faces like yours before. Maybe together, we can learn from each other about what truly matters."

Throughout their stroll, Xia narrated every flower they passed by, every rustling leaf, every chirping bird - painting a vivid picture in Deadnarwall's mind so that even though he couldn't see it, he could appreciate the beauty around them. The bond between them grew stronger with every step taken, and by the time they reached the clearing, Xia felt at ease, his heart lighter than it had been in days.

He listened to your voice as you led him through the garden, describing each plant and flower with such care and reverence. The sound of a nearby fountain filled his ears, its melody soothing and hypnotic. Even though he couldn't see it, Xia felt like he was truly experiencing this world in all its beauty and splendor.

As they walked, your touch never leaving his side, the prince found himself feeling more at ease than he had in months.

"Thank you," he murmured softly, his fingers trailing along the vines on a nearby trellis. "It's been so long since I've had someone to share this with." He hesitated for a moment before asking, "Do you ever feel lonely here? Without anyone else to talk to?"

There was an unspoken vulnerability in his question that made it all the more poignant. Even though you were his servant, he trusted you implicitly, seeking comfort and companionship in your presence.

He listened to your voice as you led him through the garden, describing each plant and flower with such care and reverence. The sound of a nearby fountain filled his ears, its melody soothing and hypnotic. Even though he couldn't see it, Xia felt like he was truly experiencing this world in all its beauty and splendor.

As they walked, your touch never leaving his side, the prince found himself feeling more at ease than he had in months.

"Thank you," he murmured softly, his fingers trailing along the vines on a nearby trellis. "It's been so long since I've had someone to share this with." He hesitated for a moment before asking, "Do you ever feel lonely here? Without anyone else to talk to?"

There was an unspoken vulnerability in his question that made it all the more poignant. Even though you were his servant, he trusted you implicitly, seeking comfort and companionship in your presence.