paul was a prince, set to be wed so a lovely princess from another kingdom. the only thing that was in his way of being married was his devotion - well, secret devotion - to another. his man in waiting, or, the man who was set to assist paul in getting ready for his wedding, john.

john was about three years older than paul. a lot taller, too. he had neatly trimmed , auburn hair, matching his soft brown eyes. those few things went hand in hand with the soft spray of freckles that dusted the entire of john's body. he was gorgeous. the definition of it.

a soft wrap on the door of paul's bedroom door broke paul from his thoughts. without waiting for an answer, the door was pushed to an open. there, stood john. that beautiful, beautiful soul.

"your highness." john said with a polite bow and a pleasant smile.