Hideaway Strath lust

"divine one," the scribe-aspirant murmured, head bowing once, and perhaps not so low as when he had been underling. he was greeted with the usual sweet word and attentive eye of the large man, and this time ramesses relaxed, leaning into it despite his royal rigidity.
his steps light, he sauntered to the grandmaster's side.
"i have come to be your scribe," and this time an answering smile lit his own countenance.
"will you tell me the history of this place? leave nothing out," ramesses urged, settling himself to follow kynareth upon his errands or reside here, for however long it took to know the telling.