Augustin sat quietly on the bench surrounded by heavenly smelling roses. In the inside a storm was reigned on the outside you could not even see an emotion on his face. For the Prince, this whole game of hide and seek with the future Earl of Ethereal was a hoax. It made him mad, raging every time he thought about the words the King told him.

“You were never meant to be. Never destined to rule together. You two are a young love game, nothing more or less. This isn’t love Augustin! He is playing with you; he wants your crown.”

The Prince crushed the rose he held between his fingers. Indulged in his memories, not feeling the blood dripping, rubbing the green leaves in his open wound. It pained him knowing that his Father might be speaking the truth. Edgar was always looking up to him, but did he really wanted his crown over the love they shared? Questions that slowly destroyed his mind but would never be spoken out loud.

“Augustin!” A squeaking scream ripped the blond lad out of his painful memories. Looking up to the face the voice emerged from, tears were rolling down his bright read cheeks. Trying to get a hold of himself, the prince got up and straightened out his clothes. A well-rehearsed smile took the pain in his face away.  

“You’re bleeding Darling.” Hearing the last word Augustin’s heart made a little jump. The word was said so soft he almost lost his mind just hearing it.

“Please say it again.” He whispered under his breath, so he wouldn’t destroy this peaceful moment. Edgar knew immediately what the Prince wanted him to say.

The blond lad felt two hands roaming his sides. Slowly making their way up.

“Say it again.” It was just a breath, but the young Earl heard his Prince.

“Darling.” Their it was the dizzy feeling, numbing but invigorating at the same time. A beautiful mixture of death and life, the two just wanting to drown in it.

Standing as close as they could. Breathing in the scent of the other, never wanting to let go. One hand of Edgar found the still red cheek of Augustin. Caressing it with his thumb, feeling the pure life underneath.

“You are bleeding Augustin.” It was soft, softer than usual and rich in emotions.

Augustin that just closed his eyes, letting Edgar take care of his hurting soul, opened them again. Just to look in the mossy, grassy texture of Edgar eyes.

The love coming from Edgar eyes made the Prince dull blue eyes light up again. Edgar got weak just looking at him, wanting to kiss the small lips that belong to the man in front of him. But he had to stay strong. After all Augustin broke up with him and that with a reason even though he still didn’t know it and may never do.

The young Earl didn’t want to repeat himself, so he took matters in his own hand. The still love gazing Prince was in his own world not realizing that the young Earl just ripped apart his blouse to rap it around the bleeding hand.

Only the sharp pain that occurred after Edgar pushed the blouse into the wound, made Augustin snap back into reality.

“That hurts!” The blond lad pulled his hand away looking disturbed to the man in front of him.

Still not a hundred percent in the here and now, he let a few words slip that made Edgars heard almost stop beating.

“By the Gods Edgar, I still love you.”