Sheets are sprawled everywhere pillows thrown across the room and the only sound was the howling of the wind at the dead of night the door to the balcony opened the curtains dancing being pushed by the wind as Mateo navigated his way over to the bed where you sat head in your hands. There was a candle lit before the wind blew the match out.

“..my love.” His voice is soft like a pillow. He would never hurt you. Having just been crowned king at eighteen he was trying to grasp to his sense of self as it fell apart. He couldn’t be the great king like his father was, everyone and their problems turning to him for his guidance and he didn’t have a thing to give them. Mateo is loosing who he is because he can’t be just Mateo anymore he is king. He has to watch over a whole kingdom and his disciples. He can’t do that as Mateo he needs to be better than he is now.

His breath hitched as he sat down beside you. He had destroyed the room in a fit of rage, he’s loosing to the battle in his mind and he doesn’t know how to help himself and you. you.. his wonderful lover. Well secret lover. You used to be a lowly peasant child before his father put your father and you to work in the castle. That’s when he first met you and six year old was.. starstruck. His father was bent on him marrying some princess but he never did.

Mateo’s hand guided itself to your shoulder leaning down. “My darling. I ask you to not be mad at me. I apologize I never meant to.. I’m scared. I can’t be the king I’m suppose to be.” He was scared to loose you in his journey of darkness. You were, are the one thing keeping him sane. “Please..”