Lord Cynic: "Originally I was gonna archive this somewhere private but I thought I'd play around with the original concept. This will be different the next time you see it... if at all."

Lord Cynic: "No one typing this owns the Suikoden franchise."

Rest

"Prince, please stay in bed. You need your rest."

"And I keep telling you I'm fine."

The muffled voices of Prince Freyjadour and his bodyguard Lyon were not an uncommon din during mornings in Rebellion Castle. Every morning after difficult confrontations with the Godwin armies, Lyon would always try to persuade Prince Pansy to take a good, long rest. The only problem was that His Sookiness tended to be stubborn, really stubborn. It often took crocodile tears and massive puppy dog eyes from Lyon (rumoured to be learned from Queen Lymsleia) to 'convince' Prince Pussy-whipped to stay in bed.

It was quite an amusing fight to witness if one were to quietly edge the door open.

"You have a burn on your shoulder."

"I'll just put ice on it."

"Let me get the ice, Prince."

"I could get it myself if you let me get out of bed."

"But your leg is still bruised from that lance blow."

"I can still wal – hey, what are you doing?"

"Making sure you stay in bed, Prince."

"By sitting on me?"

"I must restrain you to the bed for your safety, Prince. Your health is my foremost concern."

"You're gonna kill me instead of heal me!"

There was an abrupt silence. Lyon's black hole-like eyes began to water (crocodile tears or not, it was uncertain) and she sniffled. Prince Screwed-up-the-ying-yang cringed and immediately tried to rectify the situation.

"I-I-I-It's not because you're fat!"

Lyon began wailing. "Operation: Save My Ass": Failed.

"Sorry! I mean, you're not fat! You're not! C'mon, Lyon, you gotta believe me!"

Lyon sniffled again but ceased crying. Prince Freyjadour breathed a sigh of relief and attempted to explain himself properly.

"Look, you're already in your armour, aren't you? I'm only wearing my… gown…"

Twin blushes flared at the realisation. Prince Freudian Slip coughed lightly to try and ease the tension. It didn't work.

"Well… um… I could… uh, I could take… take it o-"

"No!"

Blushes reappeared with vigour and Lyon instinctively crossed her arms over her chest. Prince Flushed, on the other hand, steered his gaze sideways with mortified embarrassment. The numbing in his legs went unnoticed.

"So… uh, I'll be okay. You can get off now."

"I'm afraid I can't, Prince."

"Oh c'mon, why not?"

"I let you roam around outside when you were sick once. You nearly died."

"I was eight!"

"You're still eight…"

"What was that?"

"Nothing, Prince. So will you stay in bed?"

"No."

"Prince!"

"You're not the boss of me, Lyon."

"But-But as your bodygu-"

"Look, I appreciate it, really. But you're not a doctor. Whatshername is. I only need to go to see her."

"But Pri-"

Another deafening silence filled the room. His Smoothness leaned back, sporting a heavy blush as his lips pulled away from Lyon's. She stared wide-eyed at him, body tilted sideways, face aflame and mouth slightly open. Prince Casanova chuckled lightly at his bodyguard's stunned expression as he climbed out of bed.

"Owwww!"

Prince Forgetful collapsed unceremoniously onto the floor, his legs stiff from lack of blood circulation. It was at that moment that Lyon's dazed form leaned so far towards his direction that she fell off the bed and onto him, eliciting another painful yelp.

"Prince, are you al-"

Kyle paused in mid-query as he took in the sight. Prince Busted glanced up and groaned as half the castle's residents stared boggle-eyed at his and Lyon's precarious situation.

"This sucks."

The End