Folwyn dreamt of him that night. Of the prince he served, of the man he had devoted himself to, in more ways than one. He pulled Taegan close, and leaned his forehead on his, keeping his eyes closed, taking a deep breath. Taegan pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, and waited.

He remembered so many conversations between them in such moments. Most of the time, Tae asked if Folwyn was done being spiritual, while Folwyn stayed silent, taking his prince’s illegal presence in, basking in the comfort brought by them finally being able to enjoy time together after days, weeks, even months of pretending to only be friends. At first, Taegan would roll his eyes at Folwyn’s habits and claim him in a kiss, but as the years passed, he found how nice it was to simply tease him, all while waiting for his partner to be ready. 

Folwyn couldn’t believe how wonderful it was to be near Taegan’s spirit once again. It was like coming home, like things were right. 

Like he had never failed his job. 

Taegan gave him one of his familiar cheeky smiles, as if to say he wasn’t failed. He reached out to the scar on Folwyn’s ear, before grabbing his face for a kiss. They chased each other’s smiles and, soon enough, Folwyn pulled Taegan into a crushing hug, leaning against… a tree? He looked up - they were beneath a cherryblossom tree, under moonlight, just like on their first night together. 

“I’m so sorry, Tae… Forgive me… I understand your choice, I should have promised to be there for you, I should have-” he exhaled deeply. “I should have trusted you more. To me, we are endless. Just… I need for you to know I am sorry for how I acted.” 

To his surprise, Taegan started laughing, and stretched up to kiss Folwyn’s forehead. He pulled his guard’s sword out of its sheath, and pressed it against his chest, before pressing himself against his guard and kissing him, the sword held between them. 

The gesture was often performed at weddings, as a sign of ultimate trust, a sign of equity and faith. 

They had joked about becoming bonded, about running away and never going back to Val’Lyera. 

Folwyn pushed Teagan away, tossed his sword aside, and pulled him back closer, closer always closer. 

Never close enough. 

Folwyn dreaded the sunrise that was to come. Once they settled, they held each other, looking up at the moons as they traveled across the sky, together. As the sun started rising, Folwyn settled his back again the princes’ chest, nestled in his arms, kissed him one last time as the first rays of the sun caressed his face. 

“Goodnight, my wonder.”