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sga_flashficTitle: Knights in White Satin
Author: Zillah
Rating: NC-17 (later)
Pairing: Sheppard/Zelenka
Summary: Prince Radek has always known he would have to marry to secure his father's land, but when the time comes, he's not ready. When his caravan is attacked by the Wraith and he's rescued by a mysterious mercenary, will Prince Radek get the chance to change his future?
Notes: Okay, so this isn't finished and I'll be the first to admit I'm awful at finishing things, but this is about 85% finished and I wanted to get some of it posted before the challenge was called to close. This part hasn't been beta read, but it will be when the completed version is up. It has been looked over by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dayse.
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“I am sorry, my son,” King Halling said softly, resting a hand on Prince Radek’s shoulder. “But it is what must be done for the good of our people.”
Prince Radek lifted his head and met his father’s gaze. “I understand, father. I will do my duty for our people.”
King Halling cupped Radek’s face in his hands, leaning forward to touch their foreheads together. “Thank you, my son. Thank you.”
Prince Radek closed his eyes, his forehead resting against his father’s and his hands cupping his father’s face in return. He had been waiting for this day his whole life, dreading the moment when his father had no choice but to marry him off to secure their nation’s borders.
Now that the time had come, Radek knew it was everything he had feared.
Radek stared at himself in the vanity mirror, slowing dragging a brush through his unruly hair. He would leave tomorrow to travel over the mountains and through the Great Woods to get to the land of Atlantis where he would marry Princess Elizabeth. It was a dangerous journey, fraught with wild beasts of all kind as well as robbers and thieves just waiting for a royal caravan to venture into the cover of woods.
“Do not look so glum, my brother,” Prince Rodney said with a smirk. He was lying across the bed, playing with an abacus. “Perhaps this princess is more to your liking than you think.”
“I doubt that greatly,” Radek said softly, setting his brush down on the table. He turned to look at Rodney. “I wish I was not being sent away to live in Atlantis. How is it you managed to get to stay here with our father?”
“I am the first son,” Rodney said, sitting up to face his brother. “My Samantha is to become the Queen of Athos when our father dies. We must stay here.”
“What if I do not like Atlantis?” asked Radek. “It is a land surrounded by water and ruled by the seas. I cannot even swim, Rodney!”
Rodney walked over to his brother, kneeling before him and taking Radek’s hands in his own. “You are strong, Radek. And remember, just because you are married to the princess of Atlantis does not mean you are not a child of Athos. Your home will always be here.”
Radek squeezed his brother’s hands tightly. “She will not be to my liking. You and I both know that.”
Rodney tipped his head slightly, averting his eyes. “Perhaps it is time you stopped listening to your heart and started listening to your head. You are a prince. You must marry a princess. No longer may you indulge in dalliances with other men.”
Radek closed his eyes. “I will do what must be done for our people, Rodney. But I cannot ignore the desires of my heart for the rest of my life.”
“Then,” Rodney said softly, touching Radek’s chin lightly. “Do it carefully, my brother.”
Radek stared despondently out the small carriage window, his fingers clutching the folds of the blankets draped over his legs. He would much rather be riding alongside his guards or at least sitting up front with the driver. Sitting in this carriage with Lord Sumner was enough to drive him out of his mind.
“We should arrive in Atlantis in four days, my Lord,” Sumner said after a long silence. “Perhaps you should practice pretending that you are happy to be married to the princess.”
“You are not here to give me advice,” Radek snapped at him. “I wish to stop and get out of the carriage to walk about. Inform the driver and guards.”
“This is not a safe area,” Sumner said sharply. “It is my job to get you to Atlantis safely and stopping for a walk in Wraith-infested woods is not an option.”
Radek drew himself up to stare imperiously at Sumner. “I am the Prince of Athos. You have no choice but to obey my orders, Sumner. Do as I say or I shall have to inform my father that you are insubordinate.”
Sumner’s nostrils flared. “Very well, my Lord.”
Radek sat back against the uncomfortable carriage seat and looked out the window as Sumner informed the driver and guards that they were stopping against his better judgment. A smile crossed Radek’s face, a small victory in the grand scheme of things, but a necessary one nonetheless.
The carriage stopped and Sumner opened the door, stepping out onto the wooded ground. “Secure the area before the prince exits the carriage.”
“That is not necessary, Lord Sumner,” Radek said as he climbed out of the carriage. He inhaled deeply, his eyes closed in pleasure. “Allow your men the chance to climb off their horses and walk a bit as well.”
Sumner’s men waited until Sumner jerked his head slightly before climbing off their horses. The horses whinnied loudly in the quiet forest, stamping their legs and tossing their heads in the breeze. The driver had already started to care for the horses pulling the carriage, not even waiting for Sumner’s reluctant orders.
Radek gathered his cloak around himself, his scabbard strapped to his hip. The forest was thick and green, smelling fresh and alive to Radek after so much time trapped in a small carriage with Sumner who had an unmistakable odor of fish about his person.
“I wish to go explore briefly,” Radek said. He shifted his scabbard. “There is no need to follow me, Sumner. I won’t be long.”
Sumner motioned for Bates to follow him despite Radek’s orders. Radek ignored the guard following him not-so-discreetly as Radek pushed aside branches and stepped over fallen logs. There were no birds in the trees, no sounds other than Radek’s own footsteps and the echoing steps Bates made. It was paradise to Radek.
“Prince Radek,” Bates said warningly. “The woods are too still. We must go back to the others. I fear for your safety.”
Radek turned to answer him, but his reply was cut off when he heard the frightening cry of the Wraith, shrill and piercing in the silent woods. He had never seen a Wraith, but the stories his people told of the vampiric creatures that would suck your soul out through your chest were legend.
“Hurry!” Bates shouted at him, jumping forward to grab Radek’s arm. “Draw your sword. We must find a way back to the caravan.”
“That’s where the cries are coming from,” Radek said, his voice panicked. He managed to draw his sword from his scabbard, holding it as steady as possible. “We must help them!”
Bates looked at him seriously. “You have not fought in battle before, my lord. Are you truly prepared to fight the Wraith?”
“We have no choice,” Radek said, clutching his sword a little tighter. He lifted his chin and met Bates’s gaze. “I will follow your lead.”
Bates nodded and let go of Radek’s arm. “Then we must hurry.”
Radek took a deep breath and followed Bates through the woods, their footsteps light and quick as they made their way back to the clearing where they had left the carriage. Bates held up his hand and Radek stopped, his breathing heavy in the quiet.
Another shrill cry from the Wraith and then Radek heard the sounds of his countrymen screaming and begging for their lives. The horses were crying out loudly, thrashing and fighting against the leads attached to their bridles. Radek closed his eyes tightly as one of the Wraith grabbed Sumner, pressing him again a tree not far from where he and Bates were hiding.
There was a crash from the other side of the carriage and an arrow whizzed across the clearing, hitting the Wraith that was feeding off Sumner in the back. Radek jumped, his breath catching in his throat as the Wraith shrieked again, letting Sumner go.
Bates charged out of the woods and ran the Wraith through his sword, a cry of victory emerging from his throat. Another arrow hit the Wraith feeding off of Simpson, but Simpson was already a dead husk, falling to the ground with his eyes wide open.
Radek jumped forward and attacked the Wraith that had dropped Simpson. He stared at the pale face, the pointed teeth and wild eyes. The Wraith made a grab for him but he danced out of the way and plunged his sword into the Wraith’s stomach, pushing in as deep as he could without putting himself within reach of the Wraith.
Bates had fallen to another Wraith and Radek found himself surrounded by three Wraith and no guards left to protect him. His sword was bloodied and heavy in his hands. Sumner was staring at him from the ground, his eyes barely open and his face withered and dying.
Radek swung his sword in an arc, just trying to keep the three Wraith at bay as long as possible. He lunged forward at one of them just as another grabbed him from behind. He cried out loudly in fear as the Wraith pressed its clammy hand against his chest.
“No!”
Radek felt the swish of a blade and the Wraith that was holding him released his grasp, sending Radek sprawling onto the ground. There was a thump as the Wraith’s body minus its head landed next to him.
Radek looked up and saw a man moving swiftly, his sword cutting a brilliant arc through the air as he fought the last two Wraith. It seemed to take forever to Radek who lay frightened on the ground, unable to move as the man killed the last two Wraith.
The man lowered his sword when the last Wraith fell. He looked briefly at Radek before going over to check on Bates first. Radek let out a moan and grey skirted his vision as he passed out.
“Come on now. Wake up.”
Radek could feel someone lightly patting his cheek, the voice unfamiliar. He opened his eyes slowly and saw the man who had saved him from the Wraith. Radek blinked once, twice as he tried to focus on him, his chest tightening with fear and completely inappropriate arousal.
“There we go,” the man said quietly. “Are you hurt?”
Radek shook his head slowly, licking his lips to wet his mouth. “I don’t believe so.”
“We must go then.” The man wrapped his hand around Radek’s arm and hauled him to his feet. “It is not safe to stay here. More will come.”
“My men,” Radek said weakly, looking around at the wreckage of his carriage, the dead horses, the fallen men. “We must bury them.”
“If we stop to bury them, we will die alongside of them.”
The man checked over one of the horses who was still alive for injuries. He handed the reins to Radek. “Do you ride?”
Radek took the reins from him. “I do.”
The man grunted and motioned for Radek to mount the horse. “Follow me.”
Radek swung himself onto the horse’s back, settling into the saddle. The man freed the other two horses before taking off into the woods, his steps quick and light. Radek kicked the horse lightly and they followed through the woods to where another horse was tethered to a tree.
“Who are you?” asked Radek as the man untied the horse and swung onto his back.
“My name is John. And you are the younger prince of Athos.”
Radek stared at John. “How do you know who I am?”
“There are many in the woods who wish to cause you harm,” John said as he spurred his horse on. “Follow me if you wish to live.”
“How do I know you don’t wish to cause me harm?” Radek called after him.
John turned in the saddle, his eyes dark and a smile touching his lips. “I just saved life, didn’t I?”
Radek swallowed thickly and kicked his own horse to follow John. “Well there is that.”
John was, as Radek found out, a mercenary for hire. Beyond that, John was very close-mouthed about who he was and why he was living in the woods. Radek found himself staring at the stubbled jaw as they rode side-by-side through the woods.
John looked over at him, his expression calm. “Do you wish to go back to Athos or continue on to Atlantis?”
“What I wish does not matter,” Radek said quietly. “I must continue on to Atlantis. I am to be married.”
“To the Princess Elizabeth,” John said to him. “Yes, I know.”
“Then you know that we have been promised to one another by our fathers,” Radek said. “I cannot break my father’s word.”
“Then I shall take you to Atlantis.” John nudged his horse into a trot. “Come now, Prince Radek. We have no time to lose.”
John poked the fire with a stick, sending sparks hissing into the air. Radek chuckled a little, reaching for a stick himself. The forest was quiet again, but not eerily quiet like it had been before the Wraith attack. John seemed at ease and the horses were sleeping nestled together not far from the rudimentary camp they had made. That was enough for Radek to relax as well.
“You don’t act like a prince,” John said after awhile.
“You’ve met a lot of princes, then?” asked Radek.
“A fair amount.”
Radek looked at him oddly. “How would a mercenary such as yourself have contact with a lot of princes?”
“You should get some sleep,” John said, pointing at the nest of leaves they had created earlier. “We have a long day ahead of us.”
“I am not tired,” Radek said to him. He moved so he was sitting next to John. “Who are you?”
“I told you my name and my profession,” John said, tilting his head to the side to look at Radek. “Why does it matter to you?”
“You saved my life,” Radek said quietly. “Do you not wish to be rewarded when we get to Atlantis? I am quite sure my future father-in-law will reward you.”
“You don’t know the good king very well, do you?” John said dryly. “He’d sooner kill me than give me a reward.”
“Why is that?” asked Radek, moving a little closer.
“That’s none of your business,” John said as he pushed himself to his feet. “I’m going to patrol the area. You should really try to get some sleep.”
Radek sat back slightly, looking disappointed. “Very well. I wish you to get some sleep as well tonight.”
John smiled at him softly. “Don’t worry about me.”
Radek watched John walk away, disappearing into the forest and leaving Radek alone for the first time since he had left Athos. In the carriage with Sumner, Radek had longed for this kind of solitude. Now that John had rescued him, the last thing Radek wanted was to be alone.
Radek made his way over to the makeshift bed, covering the leaves with his cloak before lying down. He closed his eyes and tried not to think about the ache in his chest. He could never have anyone like John in his life. He was a prince after all.
To be continued....
Author: Zillah
Rating: NC-17 (later)
Pairing: Sheppard/Zelenka
Summary: Prince Radek has always known he would have to marry to secure his father's land, but when the time comes, he's not ready. When his caravan is attacked by the Wraith and he's rescued by a mysterious mercenary, will Prince Radek get the chance to change his future?
Notes: Okay, so this isn't finished and I'll be the first to admit I'm awful at finishing things, but this is about 85% finished and I wanted to get some of it posted before the challenge was called to close. This part hasn't been beta read, but it will be when the completed version is up. It has been looked over by
dayse. Click for complete story
“I am sorry, my son,” King Halling said softly, resting a hand on Prince Radek’s shoulder. “But it is what must be done for the good of our people.”
Prince Radek lifted his head and met his father’s gaze. “I understand, father. I will do my duty for our people.”
King Halling cupped Radek’s face in his hands, leaning forward to touch their foreheads together. “Thank you, my son. Thank you.”
Prince Radek closed his eyes, his forehead resting against his father’s and his hands cupping his father’s face in return. He had been waiting for this day his whole life, dreading the moment when his father had no choice but to marry him off to secure their nation’s borders.
Now that the time had come, Radek knew it was everything he had feared.
Radek stared at himself in the vanity mirror, slowing dragging a brush through his unruly hair. He would leave tomorrow to travel over the mountains and through the Great Woods to get to the land of Atlantis where he would marry Princess Elizabeth. It was a dangerous journey, fraught with wild beasts of all kind as well as robbers and thieves just waiting for a royal caravan to venture into the cover of woods.
“Do not look so glum, my brother,” Prince Rodney said with a smirk. He was lying across the bed, playing with an abacus. “Perhaps this princess is more to your liking than you think.”
“I doubt that greatly,” Radek said softly, setting his brush down on the table. He turned to look at Rodney. “I wish I was not being sent away to live in Atlantis. How is it you managed to get to stay here with our father?”
“I am the first son,” Rodney said, sitting up to face his brother. “My Samantha is to become the Queen of Athos when our father dies. We must stay here.”
“What if I do not like Atlantis?” asked Radek. “It is a land surrounded by water and ruled by the seas. I cannot even swim, Rodney!”
Rodney walked over to his brother, kneeling before him and taking Radek’s hands in his own. “You are strong, Radek. And remember, just because you are married to the princess of Atlantis does not mean you are not a child of Athos. Your home will always be here.”
Radek squeezed his brother’s hands tightly. “She will not be to my liking. You and I both know that.”
Rodney tipped his head slightly, averting his eyes. “Perhaps it is time you stopped listening to your heart and started listening to your head. You are a prince. You must marry a princess. No longer may you indulge in dalliances with other men.”
Radek closed his eyes. “I will do what must be done for our people, Rodney. But I cannot ignore the desires of my heart for the rest of my life.”
“Then,” Rodney said softly, touching Radek’s chin lightly. “Do it carefully, my brother.”
Radek stared despondently out the small carriage window, his fingers clutching the folds of the blankets draped over his legs. He would much rather be riding alongside his guards or at least sitting up front with the driver. Sitting in this carriage with Lord Sumner was enough to drive him out of his mind.
“We should arrive in Atlantis in four days, my Lord,” Sumner said after a long silence. “Perhaps you should practice pretending that you are happy to be married to the princess.”
“You are not here to give me advice,” Radek snapped at him. “I wish to stop and get out of the carriage to walk about. Inform the driver and guards.”
“This is not a safe area,” Sumner said sharply. “It is my job to get you to Atlantis safely and stopping for a walk in Wraith-infested woods is not an option.”
Radek drew himself up to stare imperiously at Sumner. “I am the Prince of Athos. You have no choice but to obey my orders, Sumner. Do as I say or I shall have to inform my father that you are insubordinate.”
Sumner’s nostrils flared. “Very well, my Lord.”
Radek sat back against the uncomfortable carriage seat and looked out the window as Sumner informed the driver and guards that they were stopping against his better judgment. A smile crossed Radek’s face, a small victory in the grand scheme of things, but a necessary one nonetheless.
The carriage stopped and Sumner opened the door, stepping out onto the wooded ground. “Secure the area before the prince exits the carriage.”
“That is not necessary, Lord Sumner,” Radek said as he climbed out of the carriage. He inhaled deeply, his eyes closed in pleasure. “Allow your men the chance to climb off their horses and walk a bit as well.”
Sumner’s men waited until Sumner jerked his head slightly before climbing off their horses. The horses whinnied loudly in the quiet forest, stamping their legs and tossing their heads in the breeze. The driver had already started to care for the horses pulling the carriage, not even waiting for Sumner’s reluctant orders.
Radek gathered his cloak around himself, his scabbard strapped to his hip. The forest was thick and green, smelling fresh and alive to Radek after so much time trapped in a small carriage with Sumner who had an unmistakable odor of fish about his person.
“I wish to go explore briefly,” Radek said. He shifted his scabbard. “There is no need to follow me, Sumner. I won’t be long.”
Sumner motioned for Bates to follow him despite Radek’s orders. Radek ignored the guard following him not-so-discreetly as Radek pushed aside branches and stepped over fallen logs. There were no birds in the trees, no sounds other than Radek’s own footsteps and the echoing steps Bates made. It was paradise to Radek.
“Prince Radek,” Bates said warningly. “The woods are too still. We must go back to the others. I fear for your safety.”
Radek turned to answer him, but his reply was cut off when he heard the frightening cry of the Wraith, shrill and piercing in the silent woods. He had never seen a Wraith, but the stories his people told of the vampiric creatures that would suck your soul out through your chest were legend.
“Hurry!” Bates shouted at him, jumping forward to grab Radek’s arm. “Draw your sword. We must find a way back to the caravan.”
“That’s where the cries are coming from,” Radek said, his voice panicked. He managed to draw his sword from his scabbard, holding it as steady as possible. “We must help them!”
Bates looked at him seriously. “You have not fought in battle before, my lord. Are you truly prepared to fight the Wraith?”
“We have no choice,” Radek said, clutching his sword a little tighter. He lifted his chin and met Bates’s gaze. “I will follow your lead.”
Bates nodded and let go of Radek’s arm. “Then we must hurry.”
Radek took a deep breath and followed Bates through the woods, their footsteps light and quick as they made their way back to the clearing where they had left the carriage. Bates held up his hand and Radek stopped, his breathing heavy in the quiet.
Another shrill cry from the Wraith and then Radek heard the sounds of his countrymen screaming and begging for their lives. The horses were crying out loudly, thrashing and fighting against the leads attached to their bridles. Radek closed his eyes tightly as one of the Wraith grabbed Sumner, pressing him again a tree not far from where he and Bates were hiding.
There was a crash from the other side of the carriage and an arrow whizzed across the clearing, hitting the Wraith that was feeding off Sumner in the back. Radek jumped, his breath catching in his throat as the Wraith shrieked again, letting Sumner go.
Bates charged out of the woods and ran the Wraith through his sword, a cry of victory emerging from his throat. Another arrow hit the Wraith feeding off of Simpson, but Simpson was already a dead husk, falling to the ground with his eyes wide open.
Radek jumped forward and attacked the Wraith that had dropped Simpson. He stared at the pale face, the pointed teeth and wild eyes. The Wraith made a grab for him but he danced out of the way and plunged his sword into the Wraith’s stomach, pushing in as deep as he could without putting himself within reach of the Wraith.
Bates had fallen to another Wraith and Radek found himself surrounded by three Wraith and no guards left to protect him. His sword was bloodied and heavy in his hands. Sumner was staring at him from the ground, his eyes barely open and his face withered and dying.
Radek swung his sword in an arc, just trying to keep the three Wraith at bay as long as possible. He lunged forward at one of them just as another grabbed him from behind. He cried out loudly in fear as the Wraith pressed its clammy hand against his chest.
“No!”
Radek felt the swish of a blade and the Wraith that was holding him released his grasp, sending Radek sprawling onto the ground. There was a thump as the Wraith’s body minus its head landed next to him.
Radek looked up and saw a man moving swiftly, his sword cutting a brilliant arc through the air as he fought the last two Wraith. It seemed to take forever to Radek who lay frightened on the ground, unable to move as the man killed the last two Wraith.
The man lowered his sword when the last Wraith fell. He looked briefly at Radek before going over to check on Bates first. Radek let out a moan and grey skirted his vision as he passed out.
“Come on now. Wake up.”
Radek could feel someone lightly patting his cheek, the voice unfamiliar. He opened his eyes slowly and saw the man who had saved him from the Wraith. Radek blinked once, twice as he tried to focus on him, his chest tightening with fear and completely inappropriate arousal.
“There we go,” the man said quietly. “Are you hurt?”
Radek shook his head slowly, licking his lips to wet his mouth. “I don’t believe so.”
“We must go then.” The man wrapped his hand around Radek’s arm and hauled him to his feet. “It is not safe to stay here. More will come.”
“My men,” Radek said weakly, looking around at the wreckage of his carriage, the dead horses, the fallen men. “We must bury them.”
“If we stop to bury them, we will die alongside of them.”
The man checked over one of the horses who was still alive for injuries. He handed the reins to Radek. “Do you ride?”
Radek took the reins from him. “I do.”
The man grunted and motioned for Radek to mount the horse. “Follow me.”
Radek swung himself onto the horse’s back, settling into the saddle. The man freed the other two horses before taking off into the woods, his steps quick and light. Radek kicked the horse lightly and they followed through the woods to where another horse was tethered to a tree.
“Who are you?” asked Radek as the man untied the horse and swung onto his back.
“My name is John. And you are the younger prince of Athos.”
Radek stared at John. “How do you know who I am?”
“There are many in the woods who wish to cause you harm,” John said as he spurred his horse on. “Follow me if you wish to live.”
“How do I know you don’t wish to cause me harm?” Radek called after him.
John turned in the saddle, his eyes dark and a smile touching his lips. “I just saved life, didn’t I?”
Radek swallowed thickly and kicked his own horse to follow John. “Well there is that.”
John was, as Radek found out, a mercenary for hire. Beyond that, John was very close-mouthed about who he was and why he was living in the woods. Radek found himself staring at the stubbled jaw as they rode side-by-side through the woods.
John looked over at him, his expression calm. “Do you wish to go back to Athos or continue on to Atlantis?”
“What I wish does not matter,” Radek said quietly. “I must continue on to Atlantis. I am to be married.”
“To the Princess Elizabeth,” John said to him. “Yes, I know.”
“Then you know that we have been promised to one another by our fathers,” Radek said. “I cannot break my father’s word.”
“Then I shall take you to Atlantis.” John nudged his horse into a trot. “Come now, Prince Radek. We have no time to lose.”
John poked the fire with a stick, sending sparks hissing into the air. Radek chuckled a little, reaching for a stick himself. The forest was quiet again, but not eerily quiet like it had been before the Wraith attack. John seemed at ease and the horses were sleeping nestled together not far from the rudimentary camp they had made. That was enough for Radek to relax as well.
“You don’t act like a prince,” John said after awhile.
“You’ve met a lot of princes, then?” asked Radek.
“A fair amount.”
Radek looked at him oddly. “How would a mercenary such as yourself have contact with a lot of princes?”
“You should get some sleep,” John said, pointing at the nest of leaves they had created earlier. “We have a long day ahead of us.”
“I am not tired,” Radek said to him. He moved so he was sitting next to John. “Who are you?”
“I told you my name and my profession,” John said, tilting his head to the side to look at Radek. “Why does it matter to you?”
“You saved my life,” Radek said quietly. “Do you not wish to be rewarded when we get to Atlantis? I am quite sure my future father-in-law will reward you.”
“You don’t know the good king very well, do you?” John said dryly. “He’d sooner kill me than give me a reward.”
“Why is that?” asked Radek, moving a little closer.
“That’s none of your business,” John said as he pushed himself to his feet. “I’m going to patrol the area. You should really try to get some sleep.”
Radek sat back slightly, looking disappointed. “Very well. I wish you to get some sleep as well tonight.”
John smiled at him softly. “Don’t worry about me.”
Radek watched John walk away, disappearing into the forest and leaving Radek alone for the first time since he had left Athos. In the carriage with Sumner, Radek had longed for this kind of solitude. Now that John had rescued him, the last thing Radek wanted was to be alone.
Radek made his way over to the makeshift bed, covering the leaves with his cloak before lying down. He closed his eyes and tried not to think about the ache in his chest. He could never have anyone like John in his life. He was a prince after all.
To be continued....
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