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(The joke is on anyone who would think he'd be any different if he'd been born a peasant. He simply finds people in general annoying. They're loud and snide, and too quick to play games. Maybe it's the politics that keep Yuri so on edge. Maybe that's why he finds it easier with someone as straightforward as Otabek. He doesn't have to break down what is being said. )

We're running from them! (But even with Otabek, he's huffy tonight. The situation is a dire one, but no matter the circumstances, Yuri hates backing down. Despite his attitude, he normally works hard outside of the politics themselves. He shouldn't be the one running from his home.) We have swords, we can win!

('we' he says. )

I want to kick their asses!

(But beneath it all, he is shaken. He'd been asleep, defenseless when they decided to attack. Cowards.)

I know, my lord.

[ There's a faintly amused tinge to Otabek's voice as he says that, his gaze glancing downward again quickly to look at the top of Yuri's head. Yes, of course. 'We' have swords. And by 'we' it really means that Otabek has a sword, and Yuri has an Otabek, therefore Yuri also has a sword. It just happens to be in the form of his personal knight. ]

But you cannot do so if you are dead.

[ And he would have been if Otabek hadn't heard the men. He would have been if Otabek had decided to try to fight them off instead of fleeing into the night. He was a good swordsman, one of the best in the country, but even he would have been hard pressed to hold off the numbers that were there. ]

So for now, we run.

(Yeah, that's what he said, they have swords.

Ahem.

Yuri froths but Otabek has always been the one best able to calm the mad dog. He curls up, lips thinned in anger and forehead lined. He lived there. He doesn't like the idea of strange men occupying his home.)

I'm firing all the other guards, they can't do their jobs.

(The truth, Yuri knows, is probably much worse: they'd turned a blind eye.

And it's cruel. For all of his attitude, Yuri isn't someone who hurts his kingdom. He takes his job seriously enough to be at it constantly, working into the night until something is fixed. So what if he's horrible at decorum? Isn't his ability to rule otherwise more important?)

[ A small smile appears on Otabek's face for a brief flash of a moment at that muttered comment, but he refuses to acknowledge or deny that that was all that happened. He falls into a customary silence instead, letting the rhythmic sound of hoofbeats hopefully lull the prince back into a sleep, no matter hot fitful it might be.

It's close to day break by the time Otabek decides the horses have had enough, that they have put enough distance between them and the castle. He tried to take twists, to double back a bit, to break off of the road through the forest at points to venture deeper into the wood, only to head back to the path a ways away. He brings the horses to a walk, their hide shining with sweat, and he gently rubs the neck of the one they're riding as he looks for a suitable location to set up camp.

He hears the running water first and swings them in its direction, glad to find a small creek soon enough. Otabek glances down again, quiet for a moment before he gently nudges Yuri. ]

My lord. It's time for us to set up camp.

(Despite his taunts, Yuri easily follows Otabek into the land of silence. They're being chased, and he doesn't want to die; he doesn't want Otabek to be hurt protecting him, either. Anger radiates until the prince grows too tired to bother and slumps against his knight instead. The finery he wearsgrows dirty with travel, but Yuri had always preferred his own style over the clothing thrust upon him by his position.

The blonde returns to life when he feels the nudge.)

Finally. (He's so tired of riding, but Otabek probably is as well. This wasn't a pleasure trip.) I thought the ride was never going to end. (Reaching down, he rubs the head of the horse they're riding.) They're probably tired, too.

(Animals are better than people.)

We're going to stay here?

[ It's a good thing he hates the finery, because guess what he's going to be stuck in for a while?

Otabek slides off of the horse's back with a faint grunt when he hits the ground, shaking his legs a little bit to try to wake them up. He reaches up and gently helps Yuri down to the ground as well with a slight nod. ]

We are.

[ Once Yuri is on the ground and has his legs under him, Otabek reaches up to grab a hold of the horses' reins to lead them over to the creek. He ties them to a tree close enough that they can reach the water to drink before he starts unloading the packs on the horse that had been running behind them. ]

There are always packs in the stable that are prepared for emergencies such as this. A fair few provisions; some dried meat, spare clothes, things of that nature. Most importantly, a small cloth tent. Easy to put up, and will provide enough protection.

[ ...In all honesty it's mostly just a large sheet that will get hung over a line pulled between two trees but. Details. ]

It isn't glamorous, my lord. Or comfortable. But it's quick to put up and take down, which is what we need.

(Potato sacks?

Stretching both slender arms above his head, Yuri bends his back to relieve some of the built-in tension. Riding cramps the body and tightens the muscles, and it's already going to be a relatively uncomfortable night.

Once he feels vaguely human-shaped, Yuri approaches the pack and begins to sort through them to find clothes.)

I don't care about sleeping outside. (He's from ~~Russia~~ a land where the people can manage harsh conditions, this much isn't going to kill him.) But it'll piss me off if they sleep in my house while I'm sleeping here. (He's just pissed at them.

The clothes look much cheaper, but they'll help him blend in.)

How long are we going to travel for? My uncle's kingdom is going to provide the most support.

A good question.

[ Otabek finishes getting the tent set up, pinning the corners down to the ground so that it can't flap up on them in the middle of the night--well. Afternoon. He's pretty sure that the sun is about to start rising soon. He digs out a couple of blankets, moving over to Yuri to hand him one. ]

Until we know more about who did this...

[ He pauses and frowns, his gaze falling to the ground between them for a moment. ]

I fear none can be trusted, my lord.

[ Not even him, if Yuri were smart about it. Though Otabek had nothing to do with it, there was currently no way for him to prove it. Still... He was ready to lay his life down for the prince. He just hoped it wouldn't come to that. ]

We should rest for now. One of the smaller towns in the kingdom shouldn't be far from here, assuming I didn't get lost on our run. We can start our questioning there.

Grandpa.

(As Yuri accepts the blanket, he shifts it to the other hand so that his clothes are still within convenient reach.)

We can trust him. His kingdom is a little further away, but he's not the coward my uncle is, and he'd never turn me away.

(It's a fact, as true as breathing, but Yuri has always been loyal and caring to his grandfather, as if the boy that came to life around him was someone completely different. Maybe Otabek got a bit of that as well, but they shared something in common: neither were dicks.

The blanket is placed on the ground as light blue eyes scour their surroundings for a tree thick enough to hide behind. Choosing something close, his slender body slips behind an impressive trunk and keeps talking.)

He'll give us sanctuary and even more swords.

[ Oh is he just-- he's just going to go change. That's fine. Otabek clears his throat and ducks into the tent to start laying out an extra blanket in an attempt to make the ground a little less unbearable to lay on. He had full plans to remain in what he had on already-- and to stay awake, anyway. Someone has to stand watch.

He thinks on Yuri's grandfather for a quiet moment. Though Otabek had ever met him only briefly during an official visit, even in that instant he could tell him to be a good man. Maybe... ]

It'll be a trek, but that may be our best option.

[ The man will probably hear about his grandson going missing into the night before they even arrive. Or worse-- there could be rumors that the prince has been murdered. ]

(He's behind a tree, Otabek, keep it in your pants. Yuri isn't from strange countries where people just naked in front of someone else without thought. His country was about strength and modesty.)

Walking a little bit more's going to be better than going to family that wants my land, too. (The kingdoms weren't officially at war, but the divided relatives were always trying to acquire even more property, people, and power. )

The problem will be going through the territory. They're backstabbing bastards. If they find me there unofficially, they'll probably see it as a chance to get rid of me without anybody knowing.

[ Listen, he's always out of the room when the princeling is getting dressed for the day, okay. It's not his station or place to see him like that. He isn't used to it.

He lets out a quiet breath as he finally finds a spot to settle on the ground. His eyes glance toward the horses, briefly, glad to see them starting to relax and find a spot to sleep for a short spell as well. ]

We'll start working our way in that direction once we've had our rest. And try to figure out the best ways to disguise you, as well.

[ The change of clothes into something more befitting a regular townsperson will help. The hair and the face, though... He has a distinctive look. ]

(Yuri reveals him, the finery replaced with rough, cheap cloth, but his hair is still well cared for and golden, his eyes still the familiar blue-green of royalty. Instead of looking like a commoner, he looks like a badly done parody of a commoner.)

I'm already disguised.

(His next destination is the bag as he idly scratches at his side.)

We didn't have anything less itchy? (Maybe he didn't hate everything about expensive clothes.) Is there food? (Almost murdered? Time for snacks.)

You're... mostly disguised. We'll need to get you a hat or... something.

[ There are a lot of very distinguishing features about Yuri's face, not the least of which is just how clean it all is. The thought of rolling the prince around in the dirt makes Otabek's lips twitch slightly and he has to cough for an excuse to cover them.

The mention of food reminds him and he pushes himself to his feet once more, groaning slightly as muscles that haven't ridden that hard or that long in a while protest the movement. He digs into one of the bags and comes back with a small pouch. ]

Some dried beef. It isn't much, but hopefully we will be able to get some more things when we reach the nearest village.

If I'm going to be poor, why did I waste money on a hat?

(He's thinking through the cover story, but mayhe he should take it a little more seriously. For all his bravado, Yuri doesn't want to die, but like hell he'll show it.

... Though, if he pushes that line if thought, Otabek may very well make him shave his head, and Yuri likes his hair... )

Nevermind, a hat's good.

Thanks. (With a grateful smile - - Otabek is a rare recipient - - the blond prince accepts the jerky. )

When we get to town, I want to get some snacks.

[ Don't you worry, Otabek will never make you shave your head, Yuri. He likes your hair, too. ]

Hats are important when you work out in the fields. It helps to protect your head and neck from burning.

[ He settles back down again under the tent, reaching into the bag to pull out a piece of the jerky for himself as well, absently gnawing on it. ]

It'll all have to be things that will last a bit. And cheap. We only have so much on us, unless you're willing to do some manual labor for a bit.

[ Otabek is but... He glances up toward Yuri, finally gesturing toward the space next to him under the tent. ]

Lay down. Rest.

In the fields?

(Yuri guesses that makes sense. The sun is hot, and if you're working in the fields, under its glare, you'd want protection. The difference would be the material, probably, something wide-rimmed instead of the usual fancy decorations.

Yeah, he could probably do that. He can handle a disguise.

At the instruction, the thin blond falls beneath the tent and spreads out his arms, more in complaint than anything else, but since he actually likes Otabek, he doesn't actually hit him with his open arms. However, even laying down, his eyes don't close. Instead, they stay trained on the thin fabric above them.

Men had tried to kill him. Now that the adrenaline is dying, that reality hits him.)

I'm too pissed to sleep.

[ An amused smile graces Otabek's face, a rare sight indeed and one that Yuri still won't be privy to as he remains sitting up and staring off toward the creek and the horses. Of course he'd be too pissed to sleep. Otabek himself wanted nothing more than to return to the palace and get some use out of his too many years of sword training. ]

Perhaps counting could help.

[ He glances over his shoulder and down at the stretched out form of his prince, the smile carefully erased from his features. ]

The heads of your enemies, of course. Not sheep.

[ Oh. Oh, his lips are twitching. Time to look away again. ]

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