All that could have been
Up till now, it had been the fear that had prevented their gazes from meeting; across crowded hallways and in cramped princely quarters. But it couldn't last long and for a second, their gazes locked.
Known faces became a blur of bodies as they paced past, impatient, recognising only enough that they should be alone. An abandoned room quickly became heated as mouth found mouth, hand found hair and still their gazes locked. Clothes of both rich and poor were discarded with the same disregard, flung to the floor in their attempt for skin on skin contact. Bodies now flush together competed in a primal display for dominance in which the larger won. Now, greeted by the weaker smile of the younger he resumed the kiss with fervour, letting the ardour show in both his eyes and his actions. He did not ask permission: that belonged to the outside world, along with modesty, class, disgrace. Besides, permission wasn't needed here.
They both wanted, no needed this. This was a release for all the traded glances, lingering touches and not-said words that had made the silences all the more deeper. How long had they held everything in, this was the final scene with made all the other acts before seem so pointless. Cries of passion could not be stifled anymore, even by the knowledge of what would come later, the disgust that would come later. For now they were caught up in the repercussions of that single locked glance.
Their gazes parted: both the prince and the servant. For that single second, just for that moment in time, their roles wouldn't have mattered.
Caught up in that second of what could have been.