King, Brother, Count

The half-moonchild, Othello was casually taking a nap on the sofa when he felt something soft being thrown at him. He opened his eyes annoyed and saw a cloak above him.

"What the hell is this?" he rubbed his head before sitting straight and holding the cloak in the air.

Chaol glowered at him with his sadistic, narrow eyes and smiled. "Dress up. We'll be leaving in a few minutes."

"Wait, I am not coming with you." he told him and went back to his napping position. "Go for all I care."

Chaol kicked the couch with his foot, which created rumbles to disturb Othello from his napping.

"Stop it!"

"I said, we're leaving." he firmly told him.

"I said, I'm not coming!" he snuggled at the pillow and ignored his request. "Why are you even telling me to come? I have nothing to do with your fancy-schmancy business with that darned King."

"He had a few businesses that he'd want to discuss with you." Chaol clipped his cloak on his midnight blu