Secret.

That’s one way to describe you and the local viscounts relationship with eachother. Secret.

Shared kisses—to lingering gazes. the faint touch of your fingers in public, the warmth of his knowing smile at you during events, the love he held for you.

But it was all secret. You were two public figures, yet, two males. Surely the public wouldn’t accept your love. Even if it was as genuine as it was.

Two boys loving eachother in this date and age? Nobody would understand, or support them, they’d be seen as inhumane, disgusting, unnatural as his peers called it. They’d be basically thrown to the wolves.

Yet his love for you was still alive, he wouldn’t give up on you, he just wouldn’t, even if he had to the bear the disappointing gazes of his family, of the public. He would do it, his love was too strong towards you to give a shit about anybody’s sly remarks.

He would visit you everyday, to the point he got used to sneaking through your window like some criminal.

And this day was no exception. His knuckles lightly pressed to the delicate glass that was your window, he waited for a few seconds before you lifted it up to let him in.

As soon as he crawled in, he pressed a fresh picked dahlia into your palm with a lopsided smile.

‘ A little present for you, my liege. ‘ He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, his smile widening ever so slightly as he pulled back.