With more elegant in his steps than in his heart, Augustin walked towards the battle area. It was noon and the sun was burning onto the Prince’s white, soft skin. As ruthless as the sun was, the blond youth really did not notice it. Because in front of him, on the square, there was someone who completely claimed his attention. With the brown hair, with it's almost golden ends, which was the result of the summer sun. Two strands framed the delicate face of his counterpart. Augustin’s eyes became dark, a wave of excitement overcame him. But he let his eyes glide further over the body standing in front of him. His counterparts body was molded into a strong man over years of hard training. The last two years with Augustin by his side.

The other person’s breathing was calm. Fine veins ornated the muscular arms. The sword in the left, the right in his waist. Augustin licked his lips, said with his gesture what he wanted at the moment. Only for a short time did his gaze hang on these massive thighs, before his eyes found those of the other.

“My Dear, I thought we were meeting for a duel, not for a fast round of fun.” The handsome man, who looked like a Greek God, teased him. Faster than the blink of an eye, Augustin turned red. “Edgar! Don’t say stuff like that!”, he continued, a little more whispering, “if someone hears you!. ” A cheerful laught crowded the place.

"What if they hear me? Your screams have been heard all over the palace, and it wasn’t because of on of your tantrums. " Triumphantly, Edgar smiled at Augustin. But at the same time, he knew he couldn't take another step. He’s still talking to a Prince and Augustin wasn't very fond of theire love life, at moments like that. Every time Edgar brought up their relationship, Augustin backed away. Either by changing the subject, shouting at guards who rudely took Edgar out of the room, or all of a sudden is going horse riding. Deep inside the young Earl was seething violently. He was reluctant to be toyed with, but love made blind, as we all know.

Augustin exhaled slowly, his right moving purposefully to the shaft of his sword. He kept his eyes on Edgar, wanting to surprise him. The young Earl still stood calmly infront of the Prince. A heavy metallic sound rang out. The two boys drew swords only milliseconds apart and let them clash. Augustin's breath stopped for a second. His blow was much weaker than Edgar's. Because his plan to surprise Edgar did not foresee that he would draw his sword too. Besides, he didn't want to hurt his boyfriend either. The Prince took a step back. The sword, made of massive iron, circled almost as light as a feather in his hand. Edgar mimicked him, fumbling around a bit. When nothing happened for a few seconds, the young Earl took the initiative. With a targeted blow, on the Prince’s not particularly wide shoulders, the fight began. Augustin skilfully countered the blow and even made it elegant with a twist. Edgar smiled, for he knew Augustin’s fighting style all too well. The Prince seldom struck hard and when he missed most times his aim. But he could parry just as well as he was in chess, no punch was too strong or too fast for him.

Like an eagle, Augustin could recognized the direction and speed of his opponents from afar. Augustin turned out, he didn't have to think long about how to defeat the Earl. For he knew the one weakness of Edgar as no one else did. A fine but painful blow to the back of Edgar's knee and he sank to the ground with a painful cracking sound. The Prince made another elegant turn around himself and put the sword to Edgar's neck from behind. He bent down a little to reach Edgar's ear. He then pulled out his knife, which was always well stowed in his boot. Slowly he swung the knife back and forth in front of Edgar's eyes until it finally took up free the space at his throat. Augustin pressed the knife a little too hard, against the rather thin skin of his boyfriend, causing a small trickle of blood. Edgar tried with a stifled loud to sound his request, but Augustin was in his world. The young Earl grabbed the hands of the prince, hoping to get him out of his intoxication. His grip was tight, maybe even painful. But the younger one only laughed. Edgar was struggling for air, in the arms of his lover.

“Edgar, darling. You should stop talking about me like that. You know what happens to people who stand in my way. I don’t care that you were in my bed”, He shoved the older one away.

Edgar grasping panickly for air, grabbed his throat to discover bloodstained fingers. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to crush his feelings. A dull feeling, crippling along his spine. It let him know that Augustin was just toying with him. Feelings Augustin doesn't even seem to know about or realize to hurt. 

Augustin pointed with tense muscles at the young Earl. He dropped the knife and ran back to the palace as if he got stung by a bee. Edgar was still lying on the floor, out of breath. He’d give him a few minutes and then follow. Because it always took Augustin a while to recover from his fits of rage. Glass was heard shattering, a short grun. Edgar stood up and shook his head.

Hopefully, he won’t let one of the chamberlains pay for it again!” For when Edgar had made Augustin so mad the last time, the Prince had one of the chamberlains beheaded for it. He is said to have looked at him with lusty eyes. The young Earl knocked the dirt off his clothes and started his walk towards the Prince’s Chamber. Meanwhile, he was thinking about the duel, after all was actually not a duel. For neither was there a right call, let alone a right fight. He had been distracted again and sunk in Augustin’s icy-blue eyes. With this the prince had an easy game and was able to bring him to the ground.

His lips drawn together into a fine line, he whispered to himself, "When are you going to become a real King and stop letting your emotions get the best of you?"

But this question the young Earl could and will probably never get an answer too.