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Warning: Contains soft boy to boy love.

Acceptance and Denial

Chapter One

It's been three days.

Three days since his abduction.

Three days without food, just hard water from a rusty can.

Three days being shackled by his wrists against the walls.

Three days of whipping, piercing and punching.

Three days of wearing nothing but soot, sweat and dried blood.

Three days of wishing he would die another ways.

Three days of hoping he just did.

It's dishonorable for a soldier to die in such a manner, more so a royal prince. But he was without power, as he was held in human soil. That is no excuse though, a soldier is a soldier. Death is the inevitable, but with honor is another thing.

He opened his swollen lids, sick of only seeing his personal guard disgraced in the same manner he was. He heard one of them crying, recognized the boy as one of his new recruits. He is yet to fully understand the life of a soldier, he thought.

He looked around, their faces all familiar and similar. They portray defeat. It would only be for a few more days before everything goes dark and the pain will finally go away.

The door groaned at its hinges and he and his guards panicked, the chains rattling in the dark. Fear has embedded itself: is it time for torture again? What are they having today?

A torch illuminated the room. He painfully shut his eyes, feeling like to was being blinded.

"Wolfram!"

His name.

That voice.

He felt a hand gently touch his face, then traveled up his wounded wrists. He hissed at the contact.

"I'm sorry, Wolfram, but it's the only way to remove these. Please don't fall asleep."

That voice.

He kept his eyes close, however. He heard more feet and swords being unsheather. His men made sounds of rejoice. But he was feeling lightheaded, and wasn't sure if he was going to believe what seems to be a dream right now.

As soon as the shackles were removed from his wrists, his knees gave way. He felt ams support him before he felt the filthy stone floor beneath him. What seemed like a blanked was draped over his body. Warmth enveloped him, making him weary.

"Stay with me, Wolfram." The desperate whisper tickled his ears.

That voice.

The shackles around his ankles came off next and he felt his body being held by something warmer than the blanket, firmer but comforting. He was held close.

"It's alright now."

That voice.

"Yuuri…"