"But I like your name," Tom said, reveling in the feeling of Edward's touch. "I'm not related to anyone cool... Well, actually, I dunno. I never really learned about my history. Most of the servants' families have worked here for a really long time, my family included." He was silent for a moment, not wanting to ruin The Moment with his worries. "Are you nervous?" He asked, unable to stay quiet much longer. "About tomorrow?"

"A bit..I mean, tomorrow, I might be king..Or I might have a new name, or go down in history for a pair of unique wings I was blessed with..I'm nervous, But I won't worry too much..After all, tomorrow is the coming of age ceremony pretty much, for all of us..All of my brothers and I.My sister will get her's later, so if none of our wings come out, we know we're doomed, because that means the female is the one that is supposed to rule the kingdom..With my little sister at the reins of our kingdom, I think suicide rates would go up dramatically, especially in the royal family, and with the servants.." Edward laughed.

"Can you imagine it?Any of us might be king..One of my elder brothers..Or even me, or my little sister..No one knows, but my angelic winged brother has the best chance, for his kind heart..With his weak body, though, I fear he might have a heart attack if he is the first to get his wings."

Tom grinned at Edward's comment about his sister. Personally, he didn't think the younger girl was that bad. He'd served her on occasion, once even being her personal until she decided she didn't like him. She was usually pretty sweet, at least Tom thought so, but she didn't seem like the type of person to rule the kingdom. "If you're king, you'll have other servants, won't you?" Tom asked. "What about me? I'll stay your Pet, right?"

"Yes, I'd have control of most of the servants in the castle..But I'd keep you as my pet, my lover, my future queen..Well, your male, but still, you'd be counted as a Queen if I ever married you.." Edward laughed, smirking down at Tom.

"Won't that be fun, if I become king..I'd keep you pampered and happy in my room all day, cuddling you, talking to you..And whenever I'd have to go to the throne room, I'd give you a spot beside me, or on my lap..And maybe eventually, if you become my queen, you'll get your own throne."

Tom laughed a little, shifting his position on Edward's lap so the two were facing each other. Their chests barely brushed one another's, Tom's legs were hooked lightly around Edward's waist, and Tom's head was tilted up towards Edward. "Me, a queen? Will I get a dress?" He teasingly asked. "That... it sounds wonderful, Edward. Thank you- for everything."

"Who knows, I might put you in a cute little dress.." Edward smirked, licking Tom's cheek.

"If only tommorow would come sooner, I want to know if I'm king or not so much, it's killing me.."
Edward sighed, pushing Tom forward lightly, making the two males' chests be pressed together quite roughly."But I guess I can wait..Your definately going to help me sleep tonight.I've been needing something to cuddle up against, something to make the bed warmer.Like a living human body against me.."

"What will it look like?" Tom asked teasingly. He smiled; he loved the feeling of Edward's tongue on various parts of his body {ugh, that sounds like I'm implying something else}, and hoped that the other male wouldn't stop. He let himself be pulled in much closer and lightly began kissing Edward's neck. "I could use some cuddling, too," he murmured between kisses.

"I don't know..Something cute, sort of frilly..Most likely something you'd see my mother wear." Edward laughed.

The prince smiled and licked Tom's neck."No kissing my neck right now, I want to dot he same to you, and that's a bit hard to do." He whispered, before nibbling on the side of Thomas's neck a bit.The mark that made would sure spawn some interesting discussions with the other servants.

Tom started laughing and ended up unable to say anything through his laughter. He could picture the queen now, in one her little pink dresses, only with Tom's face. Eagerly, he leaned his head so his ear touched his shoulder; his neck was stretched now, giving Edward more room to lick and bite and do whatever he wanted. The bites would hurt a little, going over such stretched skin, but Tom didn't mind; that was a type of hurt he didn't mind in the slightest. He closed his eyes briefly, trying to picture the mark he knew was on his neck. He could just imagine tomorrow- he and Edward would step onto the stage, amid whispers about the fact that they were together and the mark on his neck. Gah, he couldn't wait for tomorrow, couldn't wait to find out if he and Edward would be king and queen or not.

Edward bit down on Tom's neck harder, looking up at the boy to see what his reaction was.
He sucked on the spot he bit and then pulled back, and licked the bite mark softly, now looking a bit depressed, as he saw the small clock he had near his bed.

"It's getting quite late..And we have a big day tomorrow..I..Have something to do, tonight..If your tired, you can stay here, but I know you wanted to see me get my tattoo..Draconius is doing it, he mentioned it as I brought him here..His father is busy, preparing for tomorrow, so he put Draconius in charge of my wings..I might scream, so you might not want to watch..The royal wings are quite painful to get, I hear.."

When Edward's teeth his his skin, Tom's eyes closed tightly for a moment, then slowly opened as the other male licked it lightly. He sat up, watching Edward. The other male looked depressed and a little bit stressed. Tom leaned up and kissed Edward's cheek. "If you want me there, I'll go," he said softly. "If you don't, I'll stay here." A part of him wanted to go with Edward; he wanted to be able to repay the prince for comforting him when he'd gotten his tattoo. Another part of him wanted to curl up on Edward's bed, go to sleep and wait for him to return. He wasn't sure which pull was stronger, which was why he was giving the decision to Edward.

"I want you to be there..I need someone to comfort me, since Draconius is so sadistic with that needle.." Edward said, smiling."Alright?Let's go..It's late, so everyone should be asleep, or not in the direct line to the sorcerer's chamber, at least.So we shouldn't be too suspicious." He took his shirt off, leaving only his golden necklaces, and he sighed, letting Thomas go."Let's get this over with..This is going to hurt so much..Did I mention Draconius isn't the most gentle person with the sorcerer's etching needle?"

Tom jumped up, taking Edward's hand in his. He couldn't help but to stare again at Edward's perfect, chiseled, muscular chest. He squeezed the other's hand, trying to reassure him. It was odd- Edward had always seemed so strong, as if nothing could ever hurt him, yet now he was showing anxiety about the tattoo. True, Draconius's needle hurt like hell, but it was over within a few moments; after he was done, numbness set in until you couldn't feel where the tattoo was. "Don't worry," Tom said, looking up at Edward. "You'll be fine."

"I may not look like it, but my flesh is quite sensitive..I'm only this nice looking because of the swordsman training I've been undergoing since I was a young child." Edward laughed, beginning to walk towards the sorcerer's chamber."Draconius should be waiting for us..Should.He's never been good at timing, for anything.."

"You, sensitive? I don't believe it," Tom teased. He swung Edward's hand lightly as they walked down the corridor towards Draconius's chambers. "If he's not there, can't his father do it? It's not like yours needs to be kept secret, right?" Tom's voice trailed away; he was scared he said the wrong thing, scared that Edward might take his words as being disrespectful.

"Like I said, he's busy preparing for tommorow, after all, he'll be the one reciting the speech, then he'll cast a spell to release the magic trapped in our tattoos..So he needs his sleep.He's also been doing the worthy servant's tattoos all day, so he's tired, I'm sure." Edward laughed.

"The problem with being a prince is that you're not really introduced to the dangers of the outside world, so your flesh becomes a bit sensitive, and your skin becomes soft, fair and pale..easily cuttable.So I'm quite sensitive to pain.."

Tom nodded, wondering who the other worthy servants were. He couldn't think of many, finally deciding that they were probably castle-servants not kitchen-servants like him. He frowned a little, thinking about his own skin- calloused, rough, tanned from outside work. What he wouldn't give to have skin like Edward's, soft and fair. "I'd love to have your skin," Tom said wistfully. They stopped outside of the sorcerer's room and Tom reached up to bang the knocker three times against the door.

"I'm sure, over time, your skin will become paler, and even more beautiful than it already is." Edward smiled.

Draconius opened the door, smiling as he gently pushed a blushing, now winged little male servant out of the room.It was understandable why the boy was blushing..Draconius's shirt was opened, revealing his many tattoos, and the silver-chained necklaces with many blue stones hanging from them hanging around his neck."Ah, Edward, Thomas..Good to know you didn't chicken out, Ed."

At Draconius's comment, Tom couldn't help giggling a little bit. He watched the other boy leave, a slightly superior look on his face. Tom knew the boy, they'd worked in the kitchen for a while together until the boy was called to be a personal servant to one of Edward's brother, and was a tad bit surprised he'd managed to get the wings. He looked at Draconius's chest, then turned away blushing a little bit. He didn't want to get in trouble for staring at another male, especially when Edward needed him right now. Together they walked into the chambers, Tom walking slightly behind Edward.

Draconius sighed and pushed out the other three giggling, blushing servants that he had tattooed gently out, then locked the door and grinned back at Edward."Alright, lay down.."

Edward sighed, laying down on his belly on a cold metal table with one pillow on it, to allow the person that was being tattooed to relax a bit.Otherwise, that room looked sort of like a torture chamber, to someone who had never seen it before.Needles, scissors, knives, magical books of all kinds..

Draconius smiled, picking up his needle and sitting down on a stool nearby Edward, and began tattooing on Edward's wings.medium-sized, demonic wings with ruby red membrane, spread out across his back.He was demonic, that was for sure.

Tom moved to stand beside Edward, looking warily around the rooms. Does this place double as the torture chamber? He wanted to ask the question, wanted to see if he'd at least get a small smile in return, but knew not to. Edward had enough to deal with right now, without worrying about stupid questions. Tom shuddered slightly at the sight of the needle, remembering how much his own tattoo had hurt. He took Edward's hand in one of his, using the other to gently smooth the prince's hair. "Don't worry," he said softly. "It'll be over in just a few minutes."

Edward screamed a bit, tears welling up in his eyes a bit, gripping Tom's hand as tightly as he could without hurting the boy.

Against the wall was a few more servants that Thomas would recognize, two from the kitchen, and 4 more from the castle, that now looked extremely scared, hearing the prince's screams.They all were blushign deep red, though..Another servant, in just one of Edward's shirts and a pair of his boxers, and two shirtless, tall, handsome men.It was enough to make the shorter, more girlish of the servants' hearts beat VERY loudly and extremely fast, enough that Thomas might have heard it.

And soon it was over..Two magnificent, demonic wings, tattooed to the prince's back.Edward let up his grip a bit and wiped his own tears away, looking up to the servants along the wall and smiling a bit, trying to comfort the boys so they wouldn't feel so scared to get their wings.

As Edward sat up, Tom glanced at the boys lined up against the wall. His eyes lingered on the taller of the boys for a moment, but then he turned back to Edward. He used the edge of his sleeve to gently soak up the rest of the tears, then leaned in and kissed Edward full on the mouth. "See, that was okay, right?" he said, moving his head away only a tiny bit. Yeah, he was putting on a bit of a show for the other boys, but who cared? He wanted them to know that he was Edward's and Edward was his.

The shorter, sweeter-looking servants whimpered cutely, and all sighed in unison..In fact, all but one of the five sighed, even though two were taller.

One particular servant looked quite pitiful, like he had just BARELY gotten wings.He had bruises, scars all over his arms and legs..He nearly looked worse than Thomas did, before Edward started pampering the boy.That particular boy started crying, ad he was brought over to the table next by Draconius.

Edward stood as the little servant came over."Isn't that one of your friends, who's getting wings next, Thomas?I've seen you with that poor little boy before.." He said, trying to distract himself from the pain of his back, and waving to Draconius as he started walking towards the door.

Tom looked over at the boy. He knew him; both had been at the bottom of the servant totem pole, so they'd been beaten often. In fact, it seemed as though Jacob had received much harsher beatings since Tom wasn't there. He looked from Jacob to Edward, unsure of what to do. Then, Tom quickly darted over to Jacob. They spoke in low tones for a minute or two, Tom pointing over to Draconius then Edward. Tom then went over to Draconius and murmured something in the other's ear; he was telling him softly that Jacob could use some love in his life. He went back over to Edward's side, clasping his hand again. "Back to your chamber?" He questioned, looking upwards at Edward's face.