prince au part 66
the prince made it his mission, for the remainder of the day, to make sure that
Calvin’s mood didn’t plummet any further.
They did just as he had promised and spent the rest of the day together. They
sat by the hearth in the prince’s quarters, Calvin’s head resting on the
prince’s lap and Étienne stroked his hair and hummed a soft melody under his
breath. It was tranquil and peaceful and Calvin
felt protected from the torments of his mind.
time like this was counted and that within a few years, it would be harder to
come by, what with their bigger obligations and the paths their lives would take.
The prince would become king, he would step into his father’s shoes and lead
the full battalion of the kingdom’s guards. The prince would marry… Étienne
kept assuring him that nothing would change between them – that he wouldn’t
stop loving him, married or not, but sometimes the insecurities in Calvin’s
mind got the best of him and liked to remind him that he was nothing but a
disposable guard and that anyone could warm the prince’s bed.
my precious love,” The prince murmured softly in his ear, later on, pressing
languid kisses to every ache his heart felt, as if the prince could read the
storms in his mind. Calvin desperately clung to him, committed every kiss,
every lingering touch and caress to his mind, in case a day would come when
there would be no more for him. For now, the prince’s heart was his, but the
prince would always have his heart, no matter what.
still, as they lay in a tangled mess of limbs and sheets, his mind perfectly
blissed out for a moment’s peace, the prince pressed close to him, holding him,
their bare bodies still joined together in every which way, Calvin would trace
with only faintly trembling fingers, the profile of the prince’s delicate lips,
the slope of his nose, the arch of his brows. He thought back to the first
time, many moons ago, when they’d shared more than a bed this way and still he
couldn’t believe that somehow or other, the prince had returned his affections.
here, in the quiet calm of the prince’s quarters, as Étienne peacefully dozed
beside him, comfortably wrapped around him, safe for the time being, Calvin
thought back to those first few times – to the time before, when he’d kept his
feelings secret, unsure how his best friend would take it.
long as he could remember, Calvin’s
life had always been entwined with the prince’s. They had grown up together,
had spent nearly every waking moment together, had run through the castle halls
together, and Calvin had admired the prince and had found him absolutely
marvelous. He remembered the countless nights spent sitting on the prince’s
bed, listening to old tales that the prince’s wet nurse would tell them both,
and falling asleep in the prince’s bed, even when they tried to stay up the
whole night. He remembered pledging that he would protect the prince from all
harm, even when his father had said that he would eventually need to serve the
king and not the prince, but Calvin had known – deep down, that his life would
be spent with the prince – with Étienne.
remembered, as they grew older, how his feelings for the prince had changed –
the attraction he had started feeling for his oldest of friends and the fear
that had come with it. That Étienne would ridicule him. That he would lose him.
That his father would disapprove. And how he’d done his best to hide those
growing feelings away, even when he still sat with the prince on his bed, even
when they still tried to stay up all night.
had been that night – the one that had changed everything, when they had been
in the prince’s room, as they often were, sharing their secrets – their fears,
their dreams, what they would do if they were different people – and something
had been different about the night. Maybe it had been the way the moonlight
played on the prince’s features, making them seem softer and prettier, or the
way the prince had looked at him, warm and inviting – loving, even, but Calvin
would never forget the way he felt when the prince had taken his hand, had
offered him the loveliest of smiles and had told him that he liked him. Would never
forget the way his heart had stopped beating for a moment, before it had
stuttered to a start again. Never forget how he’d leaned forward, finding
courage he didn’t know he possessed, and had kissed the prince for the first
time. The way the prince had pulled him to him and kissed him back. The feel of
his lips. The soft sounds he had made. The beautiful way he had smiled and held
him. Every second kiss that had come after that first one.
so many years later, Calvin still
marvelled, as he held on to the prince and watched him sleep, that he got to
have this, even if it could all end one day. He made the promise, much like he
had when he had been younger, that he would protect the prince at all costs –
would make sure that he would be happy and never in the way of harm and that he
would love him as fiercely as he always had.