So, I promised a few readers… (You know who you are!), that I would show some fluff and not all sadness. This is what this chapter aims to do. Whether it succeeds is up to you. Enjoy.
Chris's P.O.V
Pj ran over to Daniel and gently guided him onto the chair.
The care, the gentleness with which he does this. It's so sweet…
I was shaken out of my daydream by the sound of Daniel's loud, racking and heart breaking sobs, as he cried into Pj's shoulder.
"Daniel. Daniel! He will be okay!" They sat like that for a while, Daniel clinging to Pj as he cried his poor heart out.
"We have to go see my father. Will you be alright? I promise we will come see you tomorrow."
Daniel just nodded, and we said our farewells. As soon as we had left the infirmary, I saw Pj start to tear up, so I gently led him to our room. I sat him down on the bed, and sat next to him, wrapping my arm around his shoulder. He buried his face in my chest and let the tears flow.
"Daniel is so upset, and Phillip is injured and he is alive but he isn't awake and I feel like it's my fault! And now I am getting tear stains on your gorgeous shirt."
I slowly shook my head, tears threatening to escape my own eyes at no warning other than the stream of saltiness running down my cheeks.
"It is in no way your fault. It is whoever set that fire's fault, but not yours." I was shocked at the stern tone of voice I had, but pushed that thought aside quickly. There were more important matters to worry about, like the beautiful boy who is currently crying in my arms, than how my voice sounds.
"We had a wonderful picnic, and came back to find out what happened. That's not your fault. Yes, Daniel is upset, and from where I am sitting, so are you. Yes, Phillip is injured, but as you pointed out, he is alive. He isn't going to die. We will find out who did this, and the will be exiled. Or, if fate so decides it, sent to the dungeons." I shuddered, the shiver running down my spine and shaking my whole body. The dungeons were definitely not a nice place, one I severely despised.
"How am I supposed to rule this kingdom?"
"With a smart mind, a kind heart, and those dashingly good looks. With a stern but not mean manner. You will be a kind and very beloved King."
"I only want to be king if I can have my friends close by, and you by my side."
He looked up at me, and I could feel the shock as it settled into my body.
"Are you saying we are…together?" I asked, nerves entering my once stable voice.
He nodded. "Would you…like to?" He asked, suddenly nervous. Though, I cannot understand why.
"It would be the greatest of honours."
I leant forward and pressed my lips to his, my arms slipping from his shoulder to his neck, as he placed his hands firmly on my waist. We stayed like that, our kiss staying sweet and gentle, as we expressed our love for each other the way we could not in words.