About to leave the Dark King to do his own bidding, he paused. Why is he always alone?

"Your Highness is it not unsafe to be alone here?"

"Is it not unsafe to be alone anywhere, Crown Prince?" said His Eminency.

Giving it some thought Waide nodded in agreement. The man with cold, harsh features made him feel ... comfortable. The stories told of a ruthless, heartless man tugged at the back of his mind, yet since the Dark King's arrival nothing of the sort could be said.

Tugging on the edge of his shirt, Waide said, "Waide Malewood." He caught the eyes of the seated man, but quickly looked away. "Prince Waide Irvus Malewood," said Waide as he gave a curt nod to His Eminency.

The Dark King looked at the young man standing before him.

'Eros isn't random'.

Giving way to the voice within, his lips opened. "I am King Ambrosé Pheltion Crysvern the Second. It is a pleasure to meet you Prince Waide," said His Eminency.

Walking in the path of his father Waide had a natural curiosity to learn of other cultures. Upon hearing His Eminence's name he had a burning question to ask.

With slight flair, Waide said, "Is that Ambrosé as in the dark rose?" A slight smile formed on his Eminence's lips.

"Yes."

Reaching behind the young man. His Eminency picked a rose from the hedge. Using a magic unfamiliar to Waide, the rose began to decay. On the brink of no return a black light pulsed from within the flower. It twisted and bent itself.

The blood red petals deepened in colour turning black. It regained its vibrancy, but the thorns and stem were no longer green, they were silver. Coming in closer, Waide gawked at the exotic flower with glassy eyes.

"I thought they were grown from seeds!" said Waide. His Eminency chuckled.

"They usually are. This one is artificially created, but it is the same nonetheless. Here." He offered the tainted rose to the smiling young man. Thin delicate fingers reached out to the rose, lightly sweeping over the hand that held them.

Pulling away quickly, many apologies were offered to His Eminency. A kind smile was seen on the lips of the receiver of said apologies. Taking the trembling hand in his, he placed the flower therein.

"You should refrain from apologizing so much. It isn't suitable for a Prince," said His Eminency.

"I am... Yes, of course."

The moment His Eminency removed his hand, a pang of annoyance was felt by Waide. The needy side of himself that he was taught to hide, showed itself.

Grabbing the hand that receded he placed the rose in it. Hesitating for a moment before pulling away. The warmth of his heart spread to his cheeks and neck at the innocent touch. Eyes wide he listened to the thundering beat in his chest. The words he wanted to say were lodged in his throat.

Pink lips were slightly ajar, yet no words left them. Looking at the rose in hand, navy blue eyes looked at the flustered body before it. Using the eyes of the Skeletal practitioner, the inner workings of the human body were easily seen. He could see the effect he had on the Prince's body.

'You were chosen...'

Placing the rose once more into the palm of the Prince, he pulled him closer by the waist. Bright green eyes bore into his. Moving instinctively. Waide placed one knee on each side of the seated man's lap. The fingers which held the rose tightly, dripped silently with blood.

His right arm lay stretched out on His Eminence's left shoulder, while the fingers on his left found themselves tangled within his onyx strands. Pulling Waide even closer with both hands. Navy blue eyes drowned in the green sea above them.

A small bite was placed on the inside of Waide's lips. I want this so bad. Not needing any outside help. Red lips met flushed pink ones.

My King!

Navy blue eyes that hid in the shadows smirked. 'Eros is not random, you were chosen.'

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