“Indeed, I cannot be caught frolicking around the outskirts of town.” and yet, he is here, again. Without an attendant at that, and although it is very much pleasant to be graced by his beauty and presence, it is worrisome. How reckless he has become in such a short period of time.

It had been four months ago, you noticed a pair of eyes watching you, beside hundreds of others. They come to watch you perform, do stunts and entertain their leering eyes. It does not matter if you hurt yourself in the process, what matters is that you take out a chuckle out of their bored throats. That’s to say, you have learned to recognize people who come from town, tourists, and those of who come from unknown whereabouts.

And he is certainly not from your grubby part of town, or anywhere near it for that matter. He is much too pretty, too much of a noble. It comes as a given, may it ever remain unsaid. He is too clean, too innocent from the horrors of poverty.

“Will you do that stunt again?” His voice echoes, as quiet as it appeared. You had noticed he is quite bashful. Perhaps it was how you captured his eyes so easily, pulled him in your fire and now he keeps coming back to you like a loyal pup.

“I suggest you must not. It looked quite dangerous.”

Of all the people to care about your well-being, it is to be a prince? The world has truly gone mad. Though, Aesir does not care much for something as trivial as your standing being a nobility and a peasant.

For what it’s worth, he will keep reaching for your fire. He’d hope you would hold him again, tightly as you had done so. Make laughter erupt from his meek lips, and graze it with a kiss afterwards. It is addicting, the taste of your affection.