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What I Saw
I knew from the moment they met that my two brothers were destined for each other. Garsiv, my blood brother, pretends not to care for Dastan, not blood related, but out of all of us he cares the most for the street urchin our Father had taken into his family. Well, maybe not more then Father in the beginning, but when they were both around 16, things changed. I think that is when they both became aware of their attraction for the other and began to explore what it meant. It was little things that tipped both Father and me to the occurrences of the younger siblings. Like when Dastan would do something foolish and Garsiv would be the first one there to beret him for being stupid while carefully helping him up, or on rare occasions carry him, so that he could go to the healers to see what kind of damage had been done. Those special incidents when I would walk into the barn late for a riding lesson and they would be sitting there quietly, horses saddled, talking softly with small touches that were almost unperceivable. It was when they both were around the age of 19 that I had my suspicions confirmed though they will never know that I caught this hidden moment between them. We had all decided to go out riding and I was late due to a discussion I was having with Father. I lost track of time so when I realized that I was late, I apologized profusely before rushing out of the room in what he would later call an undignified way befitting a prince and future king in a joking manner. Upon reaching my chambers I hastily changed into my riding gear and raced for the stables. I slowed to a walk before I reached the doors though, I didn't want my brothers thinking that I was in a hurry to ride with them. I paused outside the doors for a moment to make sure my breathing was even and heard a peculiar sound coming from within. Moving stealthily I peeked around the edge and saw my brothers embracing rather passionately. Garsiv was holding Dastan's hips, pinning them to his own hips. Dastan's arms were wrapped around Garsiv's upper body and their mouths were locked in a battle for dominance. As I watched Garsiv won the battle. I didn't want to watch anymore for fear that I would see them removing their clothes and going even further. I moved away from the door quietly and then once I was a good distance I turned back around and made sure that my footsteps could be heard as I walked into the barn. Dastan and Garsiv were sitting on opposite bales of hay, chatting easily only slightly disheveled.
"You're late Tus," Garsiv arches an eyebrow, his tone questioning and laughing at the same time, "You know if you're late for an appointment as king you'd be setting a bad example."
"Let's just go riding, please," what I just saw makes me unable to be mad at Garsiv.
"Sure," they both say at the same time and the three of us go riding.
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