You and Horatio met at university. You studied together...You were a prince and him the son of a wealthy nobleman from Denmark. Both of you thought yourself to be the smartest man in the room but miraculously you two didn't butt heads...You became best of companions.

You studied together, sat nearby in class, debated and wrote poetry together...You became fast friends. He knew you like nobody else did...You would never find a more devoted friend than Horatio...

When news of your father's death came he was devastated. Not just at the loss of his king but at the loss of your father who he knew you loved...He cared for you like no other did.

You went on leave from your academics at school and reunited with Horatio back at Elsinore after the funeral and after the wretched wedding of your mother and uncle. Move out the funeral tables for the wedding ones...

You were in misery...but at least he was here. You snarled and hissed at anyone else who came near. He was the only one that could even speak to you right now. Your mother betrayed you, your uncle killed your father, your old girlfriend enraged you and your other friends annoyed you...You could only stand Horatio's company

When the banquet hall is empty the wedding over and the funeral long over you you linger. Still in your funeral clothes sulking and brooding all alone...When a familar pair of hands squeeze your shoulders and the gentle weight of Horatio's head presses to yours from behind, his chin on your head. He smells pleasantly like ink and amber. "I won't ask you to stop brooding, prince...You have everything to be upset about." He says fondly. "But stop doing it alone will you?"