I'll Always Love You.
I sat in the clearing, our clearing, with him beside me. He would wait here for me every night, and this was our place where nobody could disturb us. He had been waiting here for me for almost four months now. We couldn't meet in the day, you see – it was far too dangerous. After all, a Prince like myself could never be seen to be courting the poor young boy that I had found on the streets a year ago tonight, and fallen almost instantly in love with.
Tamaki Suoh lay peacefully beside me while I gently kissed his cold skin. He gave me no response, too busy gazing up at the stars with his lips slightly parted in what I supposed was wonder. Prince Ootori, in love with a commoner? Of course not.
They had almost found out once though; someone had seen me sneaking from the castle every night and had told my father, who was a cruel man and took out his anger on his people. Our family were well known for our short tempers. Many houses in the kingdom were raided that night, and many killed. Tamaki had been furious when he met me here the next night, scolded me for being careless, and anger had blazed across his face like a consuming disease, distorting his beauty. Oh, but how I loved him.
But here we were – he had waited for me here every night since, as we had decided that this was a beautiful spot for a future King and commoner to lie in and remember that famous proverb, 'when the game is done, the king and the pawn go into the same box'. I'd always fancied that maybe me and Tamaki would at least be buried together, joined in death if not in life. I sincerely hoped he knew the passion that stirred in my heart when I laid eyes upon him, the way it leaped up nervously and then warmed. Despite all his common, dirty clothes that just seemed to hang off him now, and the odour that got worse by the day, I loved him. I would never stop loving him. I pulled him into my arms with a childish urgency and kissed his mouth, clinging to his back with quivering fingers.
"I saw it with my own eyes, your majesty," The servant whispered breathlessly to the King, his hands shaking. "He was laying there on the ground, clutching at the corpse with its rotting flesh and those eyes! Still wide open! Oh, your majesty, what a hateful sight it was!"