A little giggle left Edgar’s throat, meanwhile Augustin lowered his body onto the man under him. They breath and heartbeats in sink, loving eyes and smiles from one ear to the other. They noses touched and Edgar felt the little flame in his heart again. It felt like Augustin just ignited the little flame with the nose touch. Close to tears, but proud and glad the feeling is finally back, Edgar let out with a cranky voice.

“Please never leave me again.” The seconds the words hit Augustin mind; his heart started to feel heavy. And like something started ripping apart his soul. A painful feeling started to roam his body, making him unable to move. He heavily breath out, trying to steady the wave of emotion he just experienced.

And as if Edgar could read Augustin mind, he cuddled him closer. One arm around the slender waist and the other crawled into the blond hair. Giving the Prince a little forehead kiss, gave the blond one the rest and the wave of emotions drowned him.

The princes mind went blank, letting the emotions taking over knowing Edgar would hold him and care for him as long as needed.
A little shake made his way through the skinny but sightly muscular body of Augustin, making the tears come out even easier. Now crying, shaking, and telling Edgar “I am sorry.” Repeatedly like a mantra. The two were cuddled up till the wave of emotion took its way back into the ocean.

 “Please don’t be mad Darling, but I have to ask that…” Edgar started the conversation. Not quite sure were this would lead him, he gripped Augustin tighter. The prince just hummed, giving Edgar the chance to speak out the words that would follow next.

“Why did you send me home?” Silence.

Edgar waiting for an answer and Augustin not sure if he could give him one. The younger one got up, now sitting next to each other. Still staring in silence. The prince knew he would have to choose his words wisely, but his heart wanted to let Edgar know the truth.

This time the Prince let his heart win and a storm of words cam out of his mouth.

“Father wanted me to marry Princess Erin of Ephemeral and I-i said…yes.” Edgar kept calm wanting to hear why his love would do this. After a short look to Edgar Augustin proceed.

“And you know about the tensions between Nefarious and Ephemeral.” A little nod from Edgar.

His Father told him about it every time he trained his combat technics. Long before his parents were born the old King of Nefarious, Augustin Great-Grandfather started a war over a few oak trees that grew close to the boarder. These oak trees were said to have magical powers, making you younger and as beautiful as the Gods could ever make you.  The greedy old King wanted them so bad that even after discussing and thousands of compromises, he still wanted them all for himself and the only way to get them was to start a War. The Nefarious soldiers stormed the little Kingdom of Ephemeral, killing almost every local. Till they got the King and his Wife. No one knows what they did exactly but somehow, they ended up having a deal and the soldiers returned back home.

Months later the the old King returned with the oaks now belonging to the Kingdom of Nefarious.

“And you know the story behind the oaks. I also know why the oaks belonged suddenly to the Kingdom Nefarious….” Augustin looking up into a curious pair of greenish-brown eyes. Edgar almost couldn’t contain his excitement and almost forgot why Augustin was telling him this story.

“They made a deal…and that deal included me.” A single tear rolled down Augustin’s face when realization hit him again. Knowing that he could never be with Edgar even though he wanted it so much.

“Why would they include you?” The young Earl asked, getting closer to Augustin so he wouldn’t miss anything.

“Because...IamtheKingofNefarious!” The Prince’s words almost doubled in speed and Edgar got pale. He understood every word. And all the consequences that came with them.

“I fucked a King.” Was the only thing leaving Edgars dry mouth. Augustin hit Edgar playfully, knowing that the older one tried to cover up things with his humour.  Edgar went over the words again and a question came up in his mind that sparked more than a bit of confusion.

“And who is Valentin then?”