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The sound of grass being stepped on in the middle of the night, the wind felt cold against the prince's skin, rushing and running towards a palace. Quiner's territory.

He rushed inside looking for him, eyes filled with tears. He yearned for his comfort, for his arms to wrap around him, to tell him that everything's gonna be okay.

Mandle and the prince are childhood friends. Mandle Quiner is a general, a trusted general of the royal family. The prince always comes to his territory every night, stubborn and naughty as usual. But this tonight was different. He was crying, rushing to hug him.

"My father.. Wants me to get married. I-I don't want to get married!" He buried his head against his shoulder.

On the other hand, Mandle hugged the prince tightly. Comforting him, assuring him.

He knew he had always loved the prince. But to him, it was.. Wrong. He's a trusted general of the prince's family and is too old, old enough to be the prince's father.