“I have to talk to Augustin.” Edgar murmured to himself. With a jerk he got up, his chair fell to the ground and so did the pairs of eyes in the hall. His heart was beating fast, fear of the rejection was great. It was stated that only the King was allowed to give the order when to rise. He stood treacherously, looking at King Konstantin. He did not move, sat quite relaxed in his golden-blue throne. Seconds, which felt like days for Edgar, passed before the King raised his right hand and released the young Earl. A strong murmur illuminated the cold room. The others disagreed with the King’s gesture and approval of Edgars clear disrespect. But the brown curled lad took his chance and left the great hall.

Through the labyrinth of corridors, the young Earl rarely got lost, but after a while he arrived at the place where he would never otherwise look for Augustin, the old chamber of the Queen. Without thinking much, and trusting his gut feeling, he opened the strongly curved wooden door. Immediately the many different coloured cloths over the old furniture, made their appearance. Almost sucking Edgar into the room. He thoughtlessly entered the rather narrow room.

With a loud bang, the door slammed shut, which frightened Edgar. But he quickly saw who slammed the door. As expected, Augustin stood behind the door, still stuck in his leather-metal Armor. But the prince didn’t look like he was joking or wanting to have a little fun before

the War. No, he was pale, and under his eyes were dark rings. Edgar approached him, confused by his lover’s condition. As slowly as he could, and as if Augustin were a young animal, he could scare away, he approached him. When the two were only millimetres apart, Edgar raised his left hand to stroke it over Augustin’s cheek.

”What's the matter, darling?” a tender shiver went through Augustin’s body, making him appear even weaker and more tense than before. The prince took a step forward and dropped into the strong arms of his love. Edgar already expected Augustin to behave like this and caught his little darling skilfully. Whenever Augustin strains something, he seems sickly and tries to hide. However, the fact that he had chosen his late mother’s room was new to him.

An hour earlier, Augustin wanted nothing more than to go to War, to prove to himself and the kingdom that he was the rightful King of Nefarious. But now, back in reality, he saw the effects of the War more clearly than before. Not only did he worry about Edgar, but also about his future people and whether he would return. And when he would come back,

if he was still himself. His mother always talked about his father not being himself after the last War, he seemed to be older than he really was, flashed at little things and the flame of love was extinguished. The mere thought that Edgar no longer loved him and had to let him go again was too much for the prince and he burst into tears.

Edgar held him as tight as he could. Held him for as long as he had to. And would like to never let go of him again. But at the same time the young Earl wanted to know what was going on in the sweet head of his beloved one. He moved slowly with Augustin in his arm towards the bed, which was dipped in a sky-blue cloth. The gold ornament was even visible through the leash and looked as if the angels had decorated it themselves.

When Edgar felt the edge of the bed in his knees, he dropped, pushing Augustin as close to his heart as he could. You could hear their hearts beat in sink. The bed made a more than painful crunching sound and Augustin was startled. Scared that someone could see them, Augustin looked around. He didn’t care if someone was walking in on them having fun, but this was something entirely different for the prince.
Edgar slipped his fingers through the golden hair, showing him that everything was fine. And spoke in a more than gentle tone for a man of his age.
“Augustin, could you please tell me what’s bothering you? Is it this awful tumult?”

The prince sniffed in response and tried obsessively to wipe away the tears that were still rolling down his pinkish cheeks. He got up to get a better look at the strong man beneath him.

“I can’t lose you again!” Before he finished the sentence, he burst into tears again. The whole thing was too much for the younger one. Even though Augustin always seemed strong, worth of being a King and knew how to get out of situations. He wasn’t the strong future King with Edgar, because the older one knew him, knew the little details about him. And after all Edgar accepted him the way he was, the way he loved. Accepted him like no one else would every accept him.