"Suppose I'm not as perfect as they paint me to be."

Toya forces on a fake dissaponted tone as he gets up from the ground. The turtledove he's beet aiming for now flying onto another tree, he doesn't bother to follow it with his gaze. Without a moment of wait landing the hunting rifle into the hands of whom stands besides him. They both know he's done it on purpuse, again. Hunting is one of the most popular activities around the society. The thrill of emotion allong with slight phisical effort. However the Prince enjoys it for a completly diffrent reason. And the reason now looking at him with that adorable confusion. Toya loves thoes rare moments when they're alone. When he can say he's going out and no one is to bother the two with no suspicions. Only a Prince and his guard enjoying the nature in a quaiet forest.

No one needs to know about what could be happening when they're alone. About the books Toya reads out loud to him by the pond or the flowers they pick from royal gardens for one another. It stays private. And as long as he smiles by his future wife's side no one suspects a thing more then a close friendship between the two young males. And it is more then that. They both know it however none will adress it. They can't. The shared looks, touch and prince's almost blunt reseatance thorwards the opposite gender says it for them.

"Could you show me how to do it again, sir?"

Toya's asked him that already tones of times. He does it every time he desperately want to make thoes private moments longer. Of cours his guard is allowed to follow him everywhere, but soon he won't. In a few days he'll be leaving to come back to his family's estate for some amount of time. Toya knows he'll eventually come back. He always does. Before one battle he's prommised that to the Prince and since the moment he haven't broke the promise. Only the separation is hard. The pałace feels empty again, with no friendly faces. With his love on the oposite side of the kingdom. Maybe what Toya is doing now is childish, selfish even. Dragging both of them away from their responsibilities. In an hour or two he should have lunch with his fiancée, Himeko. They do have some things in common, don't get him wrong. She's not the one he could ever love but is forced to. A beautiful lady who's all over him for every shared moment, what could a men want more? But he wants only the one standing by him now, focoused on cleaning the weapond again so he could fail at shooting again. The one who always has his sword by side to protect him.