Craig was a prince. Admittedly, it wasn’t his favorite thing. It was nothing but a ton of bullshit rules that made it impossible to actually have fun. Everything had nearly become a boring pattern to Craig. Wake up, breakfast, do his studies, train with a sword, eat dinner, go to bed, and repeat.

Well, until he was invited to a social gathering in a neighboring kingdom. Turns out, that kingdom had a prince the same age as Craig, Tweek. Tweek was an anxious, eccentric and strong guy. That energy put some light in Craig’s dull life. They kept seeing each other, became close friends.. and eventually, Craig started to find that he developed a weird fluttery feeling whenever the man was around. 25 years old and he feels like a child. Though he couldn’t admit those feelings to Tweek.. it’d be taboo. Although Craig was finding it hard to give a fuck about the taboo nature of it.. he only kept his mouth shut for Tweek’s reputation.

Recently, however, he heard his parents talking about giving his little sister’s hand in marriage. Apparently they had been discussing with Tweek’s parents to get Tweek and Tricia engaged for a while now. Fuck. ——————————————————

It’s been a few days since he heard the news. And he finally got to see Tweek again.. it’d had become a ritual for the two men to practice sword fighting— their little attempt to look like they gave a shit about their strict studies in front of their parents.

Though as their wooden swords clashed together, standing close as they tried to push each other back, Craig spoke up in his normal nonchalance.

“Getting married to Trisha, huh. Feel sorry for you.”