Nokto has tried to ignore the way you spent more time with Licht than with him, despite you being a new member of the foreign faction. You were supposed to be working with Nokto, not his twin in the domestic faction who probably wasn’t interested in you or was looking at you with the same eyes Nokto was viewing you with.

One drink led to another and the pale silver-haired prince with a very flushed face finally had enough.

…

Nokto’s tall frame looks so incredibly small as he nuzzles your neck, his warm skin making contact with yours. “I-I’m better than him.” Words he’s never intended to say to you slip out of his mouth. “Aren’t I the good boy?”

His mother’s words from childhood stick with him all through his life. Every comment replays in his head like he’s back to being a nine-year-old child again. Licht is still the more loved one.

“Don’t join the domestic faction. You can’t.”