A thrill of anticipation sweeps through Ruto as he enters his chamber. Every task has been accomplished for the day, and he can finally see him.
Juta.
He steps inside to notice that the room is too quiet.
A sigh of relief escapes his lips seeing Juta on the sleeping platform, almost in the exact position he'd left him. A flicker of warmth lights up Ruto's gaze, heat spreading through him as he recalls how Juta had responded to him last night.
He's more satisfied knowing he'd given him some pleasure too, even if the fae lord won't admit it.
Ruto approaches the edge of the mattress but Juta is not acknowledging his entrance.
Is he sulking? He wonders.
Juta remains passive, stubbornly facing the wall even when Ruto settles himself beside him. The furs shift beneath Ruto's weight.
It's obvious to Ruto that he's being ignored on purpose. His eyes lower to Juta's wrist and the red chain-like welts there make his chest tighten with guilt.
