"Hold on," The prince's fingers cupped your face with a gentle but firm grip as moonlight poured in from the large circular window behind you - you were outlined with light like an angel. He couldn't help but try and memorize the way you look right now. You were always beautiful to him, even in the days with dirt smudged on your cloths and ash smeared on your left cheek. He didn't care that your hands were calloused from your constant work, they were perfect to him.

You were just perfect for him.

Your entire existence took his breath away, from the color of your eyes to the feeling of your lips on his. Sounds would occasionally echo down the winding dark corridor the two of you stood in, but Jason made no change in his stance. He didn't care who saw him with you, he didn't care as long as you stayed.

A mere servant and the second prince, how did you even find yourself in this predicament? "Just a few more minutes, I promise." You both knew it would be more than a few minutes, his lips pressing against yours so softly. He shouldn't want this, he shouldn't want you, but by gods, he wholeheartedly does.