Lion Head Mesa the price of luxury

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Charles had stuck mostly to himself after Ramesses had made him prince, other than his meeting with the woman that he was supposed to marry. He did enjoy the life of luxury; he wasn't quite used to being bathed and pampered so much, honestly, and was not so sure he would ever get used to it. When they left him, he would often hurt himself because the voice in his head that told him he did not deserve any of this would speak to him. Nobody else would beat him (and he was too ashamed of himself to ask them to do it). Thankfully, they did not ask him questions when he would wound himself. Thankfully, he was good at hurting himself and making his head spin by smacking it against the cold stone repeatedly without wounding himself.

He enjoyed the company of @Sayf and @Jawahir particularly — though felt disgusted he let men take care of him in that way (he thought, anyway, that both were, though it was somehow very awkwardly difficult to tell for sure with Jawahir). He never let them touch him, not in any way sexually of course!, but he enjoyed being bathed by them very much. He was always tense when he was bathed and tended to, his muscles on edge to show his terrible shame, but deep inside his gut he could feel that it was good. To always have food and a clean pelt — it was a luxury that Charles was not used to, but he was growing quite attached to it fast. He wasn't so sure he would ever be able to leave here again.

Today the coywolf was lounging about his den and his shrill voice echoed through the halls as he demanded — Berrieeees! More berries! — to whichever servant wanted to hear; even though he had had some earlier. Perhaps that was why he needed more already. Somehow, eating the berries — or drinking them, as Ramesses would say — always made him want to eat more berries.