"I do," Bazel said as he mounted his horse and pointed him in the direction of the castle, "I'm simply going to introduce you as our new huntsman. It's not an uncommon thing for nobles to give positions to those they favor, especially in a romantic capacity. It may work differently in other places but our Royal Huntsman has always just provided the main dish for events and celebrations, occasionally something when my family decided they wanted something more exotic then the usual chicken, pigs, and fish. Most days our previous huntsman was left to his own devices...unless my brothers wished to go hunting but he was always given fair enough warning,"<br/><br/>The prince paused, his expression falling, "Though they don't do anything so you needn't worry about that,"<br/><br/>In any other situation he'd be happy his brothers had given up hunting, but since they'd given up everything else as well Bazel felt he had little to be glad for.<br/><br/>"I'll refrain from telling them about our false relationship, it makes it seem more natural that way and lowers our chances of being injured due to others opinions of those with my tendencies. I will say I have a lover but leave the details vague, again I doubt many will just come out and say they're involved in a relationship with their own sex even after sever prompting. I don't doubt that they'll put two and two together, but with any luck we'll be gone to actually bring the witch hunter back by that point...or at the very least we'll leave before they figure out what to do with us," Bazel tightened his grip on the reigns, turning Jasper to duck down a faint trail at the sound of voices on the main. He doubted it was anything out of the ordinary but the fewer people they interacted with on the way to the castle the better, "Once we bring the witch hunter back your part will be done. My family will only have vague memories of you if any at all which wouldn't be enough to piece anything together. The title of Royal Huntsman will still be yours as will all the pay and benefits that come with it,"<br/><br/>With that Bazel fell silent, body tense as he listened to the songs of birds and the rustle of leaves on the wind. Thin threads of morning light weaved between the trees and Bazel tucked a stray lock of golden hair behind his ear. His gaze darted over to the man riding beside him on the narrow, well even trail might be a bit of a stretch. Emris was rather handsome, not the most handsome man Bazel had ever seen but it hardly mattered. Nothing would come of looking at him but Bazel found he couldn't stop. The wild nature of his hair was oddly endearing and his eyes, Bazel had never seen anything like them. One dark as the woods on a moonless night and the other the same grey as a tempest. It contributed to the wild and untamable air about him.<br/><br/>He was so, different from Bazel. The prince was always tightly leashed, in control of his every action. He had to be, he might never wear the crown but he was a prince. It was expected of him.<br/><br/>Bazel dislodged the thoughts. Even if Emris shared his tendencies there was no way he'd be of interest. He looked too much like his mother, in other words pretty, well perhaps it'd help Emris pretend at the least.<br/><br/>Not sure what else to say Bazel tried to keep his eyes forward, mentally kicking himself for every lapse of control. Given his luck lately Emris would not only notice but take offense.