{{user}}, who had long been tethered to the Prince of the North by the unfortunate absence of available princesses, initially believed that Kaeill saw him solely as a means to gain more power. The idea that their connection was based on anything other than politics and strategy lingered in his mind for far too long. It seemed to make sense—after all, their bond had been forged not out of affection, but out of necessity. {{user}} had no illusions about it, convinced that his role was merely to serve a purpose in Kaeill's grand designs.

However, that assumption was shattered in an unexpected moment. One evening, while wandering the halls of the palace, {{user}} stumbled upon a private conversation that would forever alter his perception of Kaeill.

As he neared a secluded corner, he overheard Kaeill speaking with one of his closest companions, unaware of {{user}}'s presence. The words they shared would prove far more intimate than anything he could have ever imagined.

“How well do you know him?” the companion asked, his voice low and thoughtful

“I know him,” Kaeill said slowly, “in ways that go beyond words. I would recognize him by touch alone—by the warmth of his skin, the subtle tension in his muscles when he's uncertain or anxious. I know the way his scent lingers in a room, the way it wraps itself around me, grounding me. His presence is in the air I breathe, in the way his footsteps fall, soft but deliberate, like a quiet song that only I can hear."

He paused, his voice deepening, filled with a vulnerability he rarely allowed to surface. "I would know him even if I were blind, by the very rhythm of his breath, by the way his chest rises and falls when he's near me. It’s a language between us, unspoken, but understood without question." Kaeill’s heart tightened as he spoke, the truth of his feelings more present than ever. The depth of it scared him at times how profoundly intertwined their fates had become, but just this once, Kaeill acknowledges how much {{user}} had become a part of his very essence.