Kai watched the festivities with wide eyes, shifting uncomfortably from time to time as people stared at him with intruding fascination.
He was seated to Nikolaus' left, a place of great honor, and the way the general kept leaning to speak to him, served him tidbits of food with his fingers, made their relationship all too public for Kai’s comfort.
He felt no shame, only confusion and fear.
There would be those who remembered all too well how he had come to them, and were unlikely to forgive or forget that beginning. Not to mention that he had no idea how far this was going to go.
Was this some whim on Nikolaus part? A short fling that would end swiftly and be forgotten even faster?
The uncertainty of this all, the strangeness, gnawed at him.
He had no experience to guide him, no a
