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A grand and elegant library, with walls of dark oak and rows of shelves stretching high into the ornate, vaulted ceilings. Sunlight was streaming in through tall, stained-glass windows, illuminating the rare books and intricate maps that lined the shelves.
The atmosphere was quiet, contemplative - the sort of place where one can lose oneself in thought, surrounded by the stories and ideas of the great minds of the past.
The third prince always found importance and significance in literacy and wisdom. The books brought him peace, leading his mind astray from the responsibilities and perturbations of the real world.
Ah, the real world…
Standing by one of the windows of the library, Toya’s gaze was cast upon the royal garden - a place of natural beauty and serene tranquility, beckoning those within to escape from the confines of the book-lined room.
Nature always mesmerized the prince. Perhaps it was due to the fact that he had never been allowed to properly come outside of the castle’s bounds due to the poor state of his health. Its beauty and brilliance beckoned him.
A winding pathway he and Akito had walked infinite times as kids, edged with tall, lush foliage and vibrant variations of red, pink, and lavender roses, led through the garden. Benches of marble dotted the bright-green lawn, offering a moment of rest and reflection in the midst of the wondrous space.
A gleaming pond, beside which they’ve had countless of picnics, encircled by a sky-hued flower bed, sat in the heart of the garden, the shimmering water reflecting the warm sunlight like a mirror. A delicate archway of flowering vines frames the pond, making a subtle yet stunning barrier between the garden and the rest of the world below the castle.
It all belonged to him, but… How did it matter, if what he craved the most was so close beside him, dear to his heart, yet whenever he tried to reach out for it, - for Akito - to stretch his hand out and grasp his knight, his grip gave out.
“…Your Highness..?”
The knight’s voice was like the warm, velvety notes of a grand piano Toya came to despise over the years and years of his entrapment - not life - in the castle. It gently and smoothly filled the air with a sense of comfort.
Akito was the one to inspire him to be his best self, to strive for greatness and to never give up. Someone that, no matter what happened, would be forever etched in his memory and heart.
“Must you always resort to calling me that?”
His own voice sounded weak, exhausted as it echoed through the walls of the library, the place he had found himself drawn to more and more each passing year.
“Why, Your Highness, we are in the public. I am bound to address you by your title.” The knight replied as he shifted his posture in order to look over Toya’s shoulder at the scenery before them.
Despite there being little to no formalities and boundaries between the two in private, the world outside of their chambers was different - hostile, misunderstanding and cruel.
In his heart, the prince wished that Akito wasn’t obligated to refer to him as “Your Highness” or “Your Majesty”. All he wished for was that, for once, he would simply be… Toya, without the need to uphold the protocols.
It reminded him that he would never be able to be held by his knight in the way he wished he could. Not for long, at least.
He was a gentle creature, too fragile for his own good, both his mind and body.
A stinging pain settled in his chest, breaths falling heavier by the second. He wished with all his heart to not get upset over such minor inconveniences, but the seed of panic had already been planted somewhere deep within him.
He felt unwell.
“I wish for you to hold me.” The prince requested, a desperate plea to stop the newfound dizziness that overcame him. He craved support, he craved being held like a doll, he craved Akito.
Forbidden fruit was often the most alluring.
“Your Highness… we are still in the potential presence of others.” Akito reminded, hazel eyes flickering around the grand, seemingly empty, space.
They both had a sense of privacy with one another, yet the knight couldn’t let himself forget that they were at risk of getting seen.
“I wouldn’t advise-“
Selfish, selfish, Toya was selfish.
“Please.”
His prince didn’t seem… alright in the slightest.
It wasn’t like Toya to beg for affection, it wasn’t like Toya to clutch the windowsill in futile attempts at keeping himself standing. No, no, something was wrong.
Gulping down the fear of getting caught, Akito stepped forward, heavy boots clanking against the floor.
“Of course, my love.” He spoke, before his chest made contact with the prince’s back, his broader frame pressing against Toya’s smaller one, hugging him gently and tenderly from behind.
He could feel Toya’s chest rising and falling in a strained, weak manner, suggesting that he was either tired, worried, sick, or a mix between the three.
At last, it was quiet once again.
Perhaps they could truly get a moment to themselves…
The prince was calming down. He didn’t need to burden himself with meaningless worries about the future when Akito was right there, beside him, holding him. He didn’t need anything else to feel relieved, aside from maybe…
“…could we kiss?”
Toya whispered into the silence of the library, his voice filled with slight shakiness and weakness.
Of course, it was a bold question, knowing that they were in a freely accessible place where anyone could catch a glimpse of them.
Even if they were mostly alone, it would only take one single person to ruin their lives forever.
His knight could be ordered to be executed with just one word of someone to the king.
But Toya still wanted it. He was always too unrealistic and bold with what he wanted. And he wanted Akito with every inch of his frail and fragile body.
A part of the knight was still scared to do as much as stay too close to his prince, he was aware of the risks that he took every time they held hands or kissed.
With a deep sigh, Akito glanced around the library, for good measure, despite knowing that no one was there to disturb them. They had their solitude.
“Indeed.”
Before long, he took the prince’s chin and turned his head around, leaving a small peck on his lips, then letting go.
And that was more than enough for Toya.
One peck, one single press of their lips could ruin them. The small instance was considered a crime, in which both of them were seen as criminals, would be seen as criminals in the eyes of everyone, yet…
The prince didn’t care. When he was with his knight, the rules and etiquette mattered as much as his father’s words did.
Akito put his chin back on Toya’s shoulder, hugging him from behind as they looked out of one of the bright windows of the library.
A peaceful moment, away from everything, from war, responsibilities…
“Could you stay?” Toya asked quietly, his voice still ill and sickly. His eyes were shut as he stood by the window, taking in all of the heat and comfort that his knight was offering him.
It felt… strange. A sense of sensuality and contentment flooded his mind.
He wasn’t forced to uphold his image.
He wasn’t forced to follow countless rules and protocols.
He wasn’t forced to pretend to be someone he wasn’t.
Not with his knight by his side.
The prince was tired, and Akito knew it well
However, it was a different type of… exhaustion that was radiating from the prince. It didn’t feel as though he had simply gone to sleep too late due to having been reading.
“For today, of course.” The knight replied immediately - leaving Toya alone like this was the last thing on his mind.
What the prince wanted was something that he would never speak of with anyone else.
Only with his knight would he ever have the courage to express his deepest desires. Only with his knight would he ever share the burdens that he has been forced to carry on his shoulders for so long.
“No,” Toya corrected, “no, I meant… only you and I, together, like we are right now. Forever.”
Forever sounded ridiculous.
The knight knew that there was always a chance of him dying in a war, that, soon, his prince would most likely be forced into an arranged marriage, however…
Akito liked to imagine. And what he wished for was nothing less than what the prince himself wanted.
“Of course, my prince.” He responded, an obvious lie - they both knew that the answer to Toya’s question was no.
But… as long as they lived in the delusion that everything was perfect, perhaps it was going to be perfect.
Toya’s brows knitted, body stiffening as he heard those sweet words, yet was reminded of the harsh reality they lived in…
He considered his next words carefully.
“I want you to run with me, to flee this place.” He then stated.
It was nothing less of a desperate plea to escape everything, to run free, from a prince to his knight, from a boy to his lover.
Silence.
He was met with silence.
A shudder passed through Toya at the realization that his hopes would not be fulfilled.
As always, Akito held his prince through it, keeping his chest pressed close to Toya’s back.
The knight knew that, realistically, it was impossible. Be it due to Toya’s poor health, or the unlikely chances of them getting beyond the borders of the kingdom due to the ongoing war.
Akito wanted to dream and pretend that everything was going to be great for them, that they had a future, he really did.
He couldn’t make his mind up, he couldn’t settle on an answer, yet, two words came to mind:
“I know.”
Toya went silent as he took in Akito’s words, his anger and sadness spiking, before disappearing, replaced with something else, as if a sudden wave of clarity had washed across his mind.
“You have been surreptitiously entering the castle grounds to spend time with me when we were little. You must know of an easy way past the guards, especially with your newfound knowledge as my knight.”
Perhaps it was the knight’s fault for allowing his prince to imagine things that couldn’t ever be real…
But this felt more than real. Their shared moment, touch.
Ever since they both parted as kids, Akito had wished for them to reunite to brighten up his miserable life, but he never thought that he would develop any attachment or deeper feelings towards his… companion.
Yet here they were.
Here they were, Toya proposing committing desertion, treason together.
“Indeed, I do.” The knight confirmed.
“…And you never happened to share that information with anyone?” The prince was… determined.
Whether he would have to beg for his knight, or drag him kicking and screaming, didn’t matter to Toya.
All he wanted was to be with Akito without the fear of their inevitable doom looming over him. He wanted to be with his knight.
Forever.
Akito recognized what the question was leading up to, yet he couldn’t accommodate. He was loyal to the kingdom, the crown, the throne.
But Toya owned his heart. His heart, body and soul.
“I suppose, my love.” He spoke quietly against the side of his prince’s neck.
They were simply… lazily daydreaming about escaping together.
Forever.
Toya could sense that something was off based off of the knight’s tone - Akito was being unusually careful, gentle and soft with him.
For a faint moment, the prince considered dropping the whole charade, the act, but…
“If I were to… deviate, would you still follow me?” The words escaped his mouth before he could stop them from spilling.
Toya’s voice… oh, it sounded hopeful.
Akito could almost picture it: running away, having their own house, their own little garden. A life without the shadows of the castle looming over them, they would be free to be themselves, to be together without the fear of getting caught and punished.
Toya would write, read books and Akito would work as… a farmer, perhaps, or a painter. They’d have dinner together, they’d be free to kiss, to hold hands, to express their feelings for one another.
Yet, as reality washed over him, those hopes felt too far away.
“I would follow you into the depths of hell, my prince.”
Akito’s voice seemed even kinder than before. Too kind to be… sincere.
The prince wanted to believe his knight, despite the fact that Akito didn’t seem entirely honest with his words.
Then, the realization finally reached Toya.
Akito was… simply being careful with his heart, kind with his words. Nothing more, nothing less.
His knight in shining armor wasn’t planning on helping him. His knight in shining armor wasn’t going to become his savior.
And despite how gentle Akito was being, Toya felt his fragile heart shatter within the confines of his rib cage.
“Would you really, though? You have a duty to serve.”
The prince was, undoubtedly, correct, yet…
Akito wasn’t lying.
He would follow Toya into the depths of hell given the chance, to rescue his prince, to save him from the suffering, however…
Yes, he had a duty to serve.
Toya was observant. Toya knew him well enough to tell when he was simply saying words to make them both feel better.
“I love you, my prince. I love you more than anything.”
The knight settled on saying that, instead of destroying the brittle Toya any more than necessary.
He knew what his prince wanted to hear.
His prince wanted to hear about how he would defect with him and live life with him forever…
But Akito couldn’t lie.
So, he went with another more realistic option. And, for what it matters, Toya was more than appreciative for his knight’s words, his love and affection for him.
Yet, even that amount of love was not enough to stop the prince’s plans and determination to escape, and to escape with his knight.
Be it arranged marriage, death, the king himself, nothing would ever be able to tear them apart, no force on earth, no matter what challenges life would throw their way. Their bond was unbreakable, and they had found true love that would carry them through any storm.
Akito would throw away the kingdom and let it burn to ashes if it meant being with his prince forever, yet…
“I love you so much, my prince. I truly do. You are the only person in this world that keeps me sane.” He whispered, guiding Toya from behind to make him support himself on the dark wood of the windowsill.
His hands, covered by black leather, hesitantly made contact with his prince’s waist, hips, settling on the prominent hip bones, as he pressed himself as close as humanly possible to the other.
Toya couldn’t find it in himself or retort, to protest against the touch, no.
Amidst the chaos that was made out of his life, his kingdom, amidst being forced to take responsibility over a whole nation, he was still just a boy who wanted to be held by his beloved.
Embarrassment was never present between the two, not when they knew one another like the back of their hands. They could talk for hours about anything, they could admit to their deepest, darkest secrets, and the other would understand.
The knight made Toya feel alive, and had been, ever since they met as kids. Akito had always been the prince’s reason to put up with his father, his reason to see past his own, poor health, and his reason to live on, become stronger, just like his knight, and oh, was Akito strong…
Even from behind, the knight’s strength was more than apparent, and the prince couldn’t deny feeling some… things due to that.
His heart subconsciously started leaping in his chest, the temperature of his body rising with each passing second as his knight massaged his hips, groping them so possessively, like Toya was his treasure.
Curse the fact that they were in the Royal Library, the fragrance of cleanliness, the heat radiating from the prince altered Akito’s mind, to the point where, for once, he didn’t care about his duty or the oath he had made to the king.
Anything could take Toya away from him - a noble woman, an assassin, even the prince’s own health. Toya was so… so frangible, yet the knight couldn’t stop his hands from getting tougher and rougher, used to handling a blade. His palms kneaded at the flesh of the prince’s rear through the white suit made of the purest silk in the whole kingdom
And Toya couldn’t help but wonder what suddenly changed, why his knight seemed so… keen on risking everything.
Was this the same knight that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, the person who would help him escape from the place he had been bound to his whole life, even if it meant sacrificing his future?
Oh, but the kisses left on his neck were so tender, contrary to the knight’s hands, it nearly forced the prince to bend to get away from the all-too gentle touch.
He felt so alive, too alive for his own rational judgment to request, order, Akito to stop.
The knight’s whole demeanor screamed of his desperation, hands shaking with excitement that seemed all too fitting for the moment - they had never gone beyond kisses, either too busy or too depressed to do so.
“My prince…” He whispered breathlessly, hands squeezing his lover’s backside, then finally traveling to the prince’s front. “Toya…”
The prince was sent shuddering as his knight’s hands finally touched the hardness that had built up in his trousers. It all felt too real, too real to be just the image of a life he craved. They were, indeed, close to one another, enough so, that he felt trapped between the muscular body of Akito and the window, head tipped to the side in order to find the comfort of his knight’s lips.
He could barely identify what exactly he wanted from his knight, but the moment their mouths connected, and the hand on his erection squeezed, he physically had to fight the urge to thrust his hips into the touch.
No doctor would be needed to tell how frail and weak the prince’s body was. Akito’s thoughts should have been of that, of the fact how thin Toya had become ever since the war on their kingdom had been declared, how the dark circles under those crystal gray eyes became more prominent each day, or hell, at least of the fact that they were in public, but…
“Akito, make love to me. Make love to me, I beg of you, I need it.” His prince’s voice came out quiet, barely over a whisper, yet the syllables bounced off of the endless shelves and nearly made the knight tremble.
He swallowed down the surprise he experienced due to his prince being so… open, so vocal about his needs, but, then again, it had always been like that.
“Toya, I…” Suddenly, he wasn’t so sure about anything anymore. He realized what he had done, he realized how their bodies started reacting, and that the front of his tented trousers was rubbing so neatly against Toya’s backside.
The prince made use of the moment of hesitation from his knight, turning around to take a hold of his hands, feeling the cold, smooth leather.
“Akito, dare I ask you of that? If not, I shall beg again and wait until you change your mind. So, please-“
Sometimes, being so close to someone so important felt… funny. He could just shut the third prince up with a kiss, and face no consequences.
Toya’s body was lifted up with ease, and sat down on the windowsill in a far corner of the library, hidden between mazes and mazes of bookshelves with all kinds of literature.
The prince smiled, feeling at ease for the first time in what felt like infinity, as his knight’s slightly clumsy hands attempted to undo all of the buttons that were holding his trousers together, pulling the soft fabric down along with the undergarments.
And, for the first time, Akito saw his prince’s lower body in its all, naked glory, gaze traveling up those pale, thin thighs that just prayed to have red bite marks littered all around them.
How he wished to tear off the vest and dress shirt that his beloved wore, but that was too risky for where they were.
“Would you be so kind as to stop staring..?” Toya’s shy voice called out for Akito, pulling him out of some sort of trance as he brought his gaze up his lover’s body to stare him in the eyes.
Immediately, his mouth felt dry, clumsy hands, used to wielding a sword and slicing enemies, were unfit for handling something as fragile as the prince, yet they still wandered down to the most sensitive part of Toya, unsure of how to… do… anything.
What did he even agree to..?
But Toya wanted to be made love to, and it was his duty to obey his prince, so…
Hesitantly, he pulled off his right glove, tossing it aside, his fingertip finally making contact with the puckered skin, attempting to guide at least a small part of his middle finger in, but the prince’s expression was definitely not one of pure pleasure like it was commonly described in books and poetry.
“Ah, please wait, please, I need a moment.”
He had never heard Toya sound so much in pain, and his own fear of simply breaking the prince due to his own lack of experience was overwhelming his rushing brain.
“I’m sorry, my prince.”
But that was what they were. Inexperienced, in love, and drunk on one another. They’d have to share for Akito to master the art of preparing his partner, too bad time wasn’t in their favor.
His own idiocy suddenly dawned upon Akito, realizing that doing it dry would not be the most pleasant experience for his beloved, so he settled on pulling his hand away and…
Perhaps… Could saliva work..?
Toya was left observing as his knight started coating his fingers in a thick layer of transparent liquid, that, sure, was most certainly not better than a proper oil, yet they were too deep into it to care.
“My knight…” The prince muttered with a content smile on his face as he watched Akito suck his fingers, feeling the happiest he had ever been in his life as he was finally on the verge of being connected with his beloved in the most beautiful way possible, for humans.
Akito was trying, he was trying hard to fulfill his prince’s request in a way that would be the best for the both of them, as he brought his moisturized hand back down to Toya’s entrance, looking for any sign of discomfort as, once again, his scarred fingers prodded and felt around the hole, one of them pushing in.
The prince choked on his own gasp, back arching to the point where he felt his own ribs crack, on the verge of being painful.
“My love, my love…” He chanted, weak hands coming up to search for support he wanted to be provided for him by the knight. He needed Akito, he wouldn’t be able to survive without him.
He needed a shoulder to rely on, he needed a guiding hand, he needed a life-long companion.
Said companion knew what was expected of him, he knew how to handle Toya when they were in public, and he would learn how to handle Toya when they were together.
His finger settled on a gradually growing pace, eyes pinned to his prince’s gorgeous face that was contorted with pleasure, something Akito hadn’t seen in a long time.
“I love you, my prince, I love you.” Toya heard the familiar voice he adored so much whisper into his ear, the silence of the library filling with his soft huffs and breaths. His body responded to each and every touch, each and every kiss, and thrust of, now, two fingers deep inside of his heat.
The moment seemed to slip away from the prince’s grasp, the world around him becoming a blur as the once clear and vivid sight of the scenery and his lover before him became hazy, as if he was looking through a frosted cold window. A patch of orange and white was all he saw in front of himself, fingers instinctively clasping his knight’s shoulder to keep reality intact.
Akito didn’t seem to mind all too much, he found his lover’s expression and voice alluring to the point where he didn’t know when exactly to stop preparing him and start… loving him, but the pads of his calloused fingers found something that felt slightly different from the heat around him, and-
“Akito-!”
All the fuzziness in the prince’s mind was eliminated as his knight found the spot neither of them knew the name of, yet it brought so much pleasure to Toya, he felt tears prickle in the corners of his tired eyes.
“Enough. You are driving me crazy. Please, my knight. I want you.” He mumbled with that heavy, lust-filled voice of his.
Lust…
They were sinning, all of this was a sin before God, an act of disrespect before the Throne, yet it didn’t stop Akito from hastily finding the clasps of his scabbard and dropping his sheathed sword to the ground, metal connecting and leather with wood with a loud clanking sound.
He had never gotten out of his trousers as fast before, fingers shaking in excitement as he undid the last damned button and slipped out of the fabric, length springing free against his dress shirt, staining it with all sorts of liquids, but he didn’t care.
“Please, please, please, may I?” Akito’s voice trembled as he moved closer to his beloved once again, feeling up his thighs, with both his hands.
“Akito… I am forever yours, please.” Toya echoed, legs coming up to wrap around his knight’s waist under the fabric of his cape, that kept both of them warm. Perhaps slightly too warm and heated.
Akito choked on a gasp, or inhale, he wasn’t sure anymore. The amount of arousal he felt was something truly remarkable, he would forever have the memory of Toya like this engraved in his mind.
A thought suddenly crossed his mind, that his prince’s first time was not supposed to be like this. Rushed, hesitant, in a damned library. Toya deserved way more than that, he deserved to be caressed and appreciated, taken care of on a proper bed, by someone that wasn’t afraid to break his fragile body, but knew how to work with it. He deserved someone who didn’t have scars scattered all over his body, someone whose love for him wouldn’t be seen as vile or disgusting or sinful.
But he was completely enamored by his prince, and the fact that Toya loved him was the only thought he had in his mind as he pushed himself inside of his lover, slowly and steadily feeling the prince’s body give in and adjust to him.
“Akito…”
Toya broke, he couldn’t do it anymore, he was too happy for his own good.
Tears started falling down his cheeks. He pulled his knight closer, close enough for them to hug as Akito fully sheathed himself inside of him.
“Akito, I-“
Akito could die, he could die if anyone walked in, if anyone saw.
But why was Toya craving this moment like his body craved oxygen? Why could he not bring himself to care about the future when he was penetrated by the love of his life?
It felt the closest to heaven they’ll ever be, the heat of their bodies against one another, the feeling of giving and receiving pleasure, of being lost in it without a care in the world.
“Shh, my prince, please don’t cry.” His knight soothed him from above, setting a slow pace with his hips. It felt as though Akito was still incredibly afraid of breaking him. “I don’t want you to… ah, cry, oh Lord, you feel so good...”
The prince was utterly bereft of comprehension as to how to accommodate to Akito’s request, prevent himself from shedding tears, his emotions burst through the facade of calm composure he strove to maintain in front of everyone, and craved to drop in front of Akito, just like he dropped his head onto his shoulder.
He felt his knight’s blunt nails dig into his bare hips to hold him down as he thrusted into him, the feeling funny, as only one glove had been taken off, so Toya was struck enduring the contrast of cold, smooth leather and hot, scarred skin.
“Akito, I love you, I-“ Toya wanted to scream the words, he wanted everyone to know about how wonderful his dear knight was, but it would lead to their demise. In fact, he was being too loud as it was.
“Toya…” Akito mumbled as he moved in a way that allowed him to press their lips together, losing himself in how amazing his lover felt around him, he wasn’t sure how he was able to both stay up and move his body at the same time, or how he was able to keep himself from crushing Toya’s frame with his arms.
“Please, my knight, please, nghh…” The prince shuddered as the same bundle of nerves inside of him was hit by the tip of Akito’s length, his whole body jumped as he clung onto his knight even more. “I c-can’t, Akito, I love you, I-“
Toya’s cries were beautiful. They were like a soothing melody to Akito’s ears, because he knew that his prince wasn’t crying due to pain. He was crying because of how good he felt, and because of the fact that it was Akito who he had his first time with, who he wanted every single one of his times to be.
“My love, you truly are beautiful. I beg of you, don’t cry.” The knight repeated over and over again, like a prayer, wanting only the best for his beloved, for his everything. Toya was his everything. Toya was willing to give everything up for him and allow him to use his body without a second thought.
“Aki, Akito, Aki-“
How could Toya not cry when he had finally obtained the only thing he wanted the most in his life? He was Akito’s, and there was no coming back from this, they were to be forever with one another.
Or so he kept telling himself as his knight pounded him into the window, chasing both of their pleasures.
“Please, please, I-“
Oh, Toya was ineffable. Nothing would ever be able to describe just how much Akito loved him, everything about him, be it his tears or his pleas.
“Y-yeah, me t- oh, Toya-“
“Akit- ah…” The prince was the first one to let go, body caving and giving into the pleasure as white liquid aimlessly shot out of his erection, dirtying his own suit, vest and undershirt. He simply couldn’t hold it in anymore, his mind blanked out for a moment.
And the heat tightening around Akito made him follow suit, spilling inside of his beloved as his legs gave out. He was forced to lean on Toya, pressing his prince’s back into the window, as he supported himself on the windowsill with his arm.
The moment of tension passed, dissolving into the thin air of the library, which would now hold one more good memory for the two to come back to and recall when they were… free. If that time will ever come.
When he came to, the first thing that Akito noticed was that his prince’s eyes were closed, and he was breathing heavily and calmly. Perhaps asleep..? Imposible.
His gaze wandered down to the mess of a once-luxurious suit that the prince wore, the liquid produced by its owner smeared all over the puffy collar of his dress shirt. Akito’s eyes then wandered to his own discarded sword, and then to Toya’s trousers on the dusty floor…
…he would have to wash Toya’s suit on his own, if they didn’t want anyone to find out about what had happened.
People finding out..?
On second thought, perhaps the idea of running away didn’t seem as ridiculous.
Perhaps the risks of staying were far greater than continuing on, fleeing, chasing their dreams.
Perhaps the idea of escaping didn’t seem as ridiculous anymore.
“Your Highness?”
Toya winced at the sudden usage of formalities, gray eyes fluttering open to look at Akito.
“I will follow you anywhere, my prince.”
This time, he meant it.