The Tyranny of Unintended Consequences

by MinaBR

Two boys irrevocably changed by a simple touch of their hands. The year is 1799, the confining rules of regency morality would never accept their growing affection. But it's undeniable, all encompassing and they can't walk away. Throughout the next thirty years of their lives, they yearn for each other-sometimes together, sometimes apart, but never out of each other's minds.

13. Chapter 13

I kept you out of my conscious mind...

Amongst the etonians the little Lord flourished into the make believe little man he intended to be. A farce performed to such degree of perfection that even the little Lord forgot about everything that lay beyond the high walls his former self had to build.

In the safe haven of forced ignorance, the little Lord reacquired a sense of normalcy and purpose. His days were full of activity both physical and intellectual. Once again going through the motions. Living up to expectations. Setting an example.

His nights were early due to the fatigue of his busy days. Sleep was fast and deep. But never dreamless. Dreams of forests and touches, water and turmoil, running and stopping. He could never really comprehend what his subconscious seemed adamant to tell.

The little Lord would wake up weary and forlorn. Every morning he would go to the Chapel and pray to a God that no longer loved him for a grace that would never be achieved. For as mighty as his will was there could never be a escape from the memory of the smiling little boy sitting by the lake.

You were always there, lurking in the shadows...