Young Royals Snippet #4
"You love him, don’t you?" Rosh asks. "It’s not just a crush?"
Simon ducks his head and fumbles with the glass in his hand.
He does love Wille is the thing.
Wille, with his adorable smiles and his awkward flirting and his beautiful amber eyes, always ready to meet Simon’s own.
Wille, who looks at Simon as if he’s the whole world and the only one who matters.
Wille, who knows how to get his way and handle those in power, but who is utterly lost when it comes to the most mundane things.
Wille, who grew up spoiled and sheltered and with so much privilege it’s not even funny anymore, but who still cares so very much.
Wille, who is not just the establishment, is not just the wealthy elite profiting off the poor masses, but the actual monarchy, which is so much worse, because the wealthy elite look up to him, worship and envy both him and the ancient institution he stands for, wanting to be like him, and if they can't be that, then they at least want to be as close to him as they possibly can, hoping that some of the centuries-old splendor and power and influence will rub off on them.
Wille, who is the future King, unknowingly tempting Simon to betray everything he believes in just by being his own charming self.
Simon loves Wille, even if he’s also His Royal Highness The Crown Prince of Sweden, Duke of Östergötland, and Simon is supposed to hate him and everything he stands for.
"Yeah," he says, blushing, a shy smile flittering across his face. "I really do."
Ayub grins.
"No need to be embarrassed," he says, grabbing another slice of pizza. "It’s not like you’re the only one. My gran absolutely adores him. Has ever since he was born on the same day she got her citizenship. She has like, commemorative plates and pictures and everything."
Rosh laughs.
Simon buries his face in his hands.
Sometimes he really hates his friends.
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@ruingod said: ❝ you don’t understand. i need you safe. not because i don’t think you can handle yourself but because i can’t focus on anything else if there’s even the smallest possibility you’re in danger. ❞
THE SKIN BETWEEN CHANI'S BROWS FURROWS, was there not much the padishah emperor had to worry about? the holy war in his father's name, houses that came to challenge his rule, and lastly his lovely bride. as pale as ivory stone, perfectly groomed to stand by muad'dib's side, to be mother to the new empire. nevermind that arrakis belonged to fremen, to her own people, not off worlders. what was to become of their ways now? ❝ my safety is no longer your concern. ❞ she had searched his eyes out in that crowded room, wandered through the blue within blue, and when the veneer fell away so did her heart. he is usul and he is not. the boy who cared for nothing save equal footing between them didn't exist, he was messiah born. the taste of a single tear still on his lips.
❝ i grew up here, i know every inch of arrakis. if i do not wish to be found then i won't be. ❞ yet paul had, his prescience provided more knowing than chani was comfortable with, it meant that she took him with her everywhere. the echo of him within her own water would never fade. it beat loudly, a frantic tattoo against the inside of her stillsuit. she wants to disappear again. be forgotten entirely. bury sihaya and the myth of her where their love had floundered and died. could he not give her that? ❝ so take your legion and let me do so. ❞
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