Romance Through the Seasons

by LordoftheWarren

In the land of Delaurore, Prince Light has found his life to be dull, trying at best. Yet that all begins to change when he meets his intended royal guard in an apple orchard, and the tales of their romance weave wildly out of control, spanning a tale of romance that transcends each of the seasons.

2. Winter Gift

He wasn't pleased. At all. Actually, that was a grave understatement. He was frustrated, annoyed, and his temper was growing harder and harder to control with each frigid breath that escaped his lips. The little puffs of air hovered like clouds before his face, mocking him, then calmly disappeared into nothing, even as he shivered and wrapped the blanket tighter around himself. How was this even possible? His should be the warmest room in the castle, save for his parents! Light glowered, pink nose wrinkling. It was completely ridiculous. There was a blaze going in the fireplace. The blankets had been heated by his servants. His windows were tightly closed, drapes drawn so only a glimpse of the outside world could be seen. And the windows themselves were double paned, the finest glass in the kingdom, broken into panes with engraved metal.

Yet, despite all that, he was still cold!

The prince cast a disdainful look at the window. It was coated in a thin layer of ice, but a few cracks in the silvery blue revealed the whirlwind of snow outside, and the cloudy sky that had brought this tirade of intolerable weather. "Absolutely ridiculous," he muttered, drawing the blanket tighter around himself. He was royalty! He shouldn't have to suffer this way. But, even the noble born weren't immune to the effects of winter. And the stone walls of the castle were doing little to cloak the chilliness outside, which left a very irritable brunette huddling in a plush chair by the fireplace, wrapped in soft wool blankets and dressed in equally warm pajamas. Dignified pajamas, of course; all velvet, lined with the softest of flannel. The collar and sleeves were piped in satin, with matching slippers faced in the silkiest of rabbit fur. Tailored by the kingdom's best seamstresses, they were the warmest pajamas he owned. But, more importantly, the deep red color of the fabrics suited him well, drawing a gold tint to his complexion.

Cold weather was no excuse not to look your best.

Pulling his legs up tight against his chest, Light shivered. The heat from the fire was reaching him, but it seemed to hover on his skin and clothes before seeping away, leaving as quickly as it came. He yearned to push the chair closer, warm his chilled body. That would be undignified though. A prince, crouching before a fire like some...some commoner? Preposterous! He could never lower himself in such a way. Just because he was in private did not mean he was any less a royal, and he had to behave as such. It was what he'd always been taught.

Sighing, he ignored the yearn, however tempting it was, and glanced at the window. The snow was falling in soft blankets outside, coating everything in white turned blue as the moon rose high in the sky. It was a beautiful sight, especially with the glowing lights of the village glinting like beacons in the velvety horizon. The people were likely enjoying Delaurore's winter, enriching their time with activities. Skating on the local pond, or taking sleigh rides through the apple orchards. The children enjoyed coming to the palace courtyard and making snow angels too, as did some of the servants. Light had caught them at it often enough. He always made sure to gently reprimand them, but never made a true fuss. It was all in the spirit of the season, after all. He wouldn't deny them their fun.

And honestly, he he were a commoner, Light likely would've joined them, suffering through the frigid temperatures to do something silly. Build a snowman, play tag. He wasn't though. His position, his very manner, kept him inside, clothed in warm pajamas and looking out upon the frosted world. Always looking, never touching. Even as a child, the brunette was never given a chance to delve into the icy land of snowballs, angels, and powdery forts. Far too risky for the royal prince. Summer and fall were perfect for activities, the weather bright and airy enough to keep his body healthy, free from the vices of illness. But winter was never allowed. The cold could cause unseen damage.

Light scoffed. His father was the one who imposed such rigor on him, for he was nothing short of protective, always ensuring his heir, the kingdom's future ruler, was kept as healthy as possible. For his own good, he understood. It was just-infuriating sometimes! It had nothing to do with the season in question. He didn't enjoy the cold, despised it even. But it would be fun to actually experience the world outside as it shifted into the bleakest of seasons. Fall, Spring, Summer; each had its charm, and he'd tasted them all. Winter…no such luck. They were never meant to be companions.

Frowning, Light rested his chin on his knee. Well then, a curse on the cold, and all its adventures he'd never gotten to experience! Certainly he wasn't missing much, right? Freezing snow, sharp winds, and soaked through clothes with stiffened digits. It didn't sound very fun at all. And, looking outside, he was rather glad for the inner comfort….well, relative comfort, of the castle. At the very least, his limbs weren't turning to icicles. "Not yet anyway," he grumbled, scrubbing his arms. Stone wasn't very good at keeping the heat in, and roaring fire despite, he was still cold. He couldn't wear many more layers, since the fabrics were thick, and rather bulky. His blankets were just as cumbersome. So, all he could really do was-

"Light?"

A soft rapping at the door pierced the quiet of the room, making his head jerk around. It was near midnight! Who in the world would be calling on him now? 'Certainly not father. He's been asleep for hours.' Light's brow furrowed, caramel eyes finally widening with recognition as his name was called again. Teru? What in the world was he doing awake? The castle guard had been dismissed hours ago, leaving the night attendants to guard the palace. And even though the elder brunette was his personal guard, he had no reason to be standing outside his door at such a late hour! Not only was it unsavory, a prince and servant being so familiar with one another as to use their given names, but really…it was late! Anyone with an iota of common sense would understand that things like this just weren't done.

"….." hesitating, Light rose from his chair and moved towards the door, long fingers grazing the handle. The situation shouldn't have been so awkward, yet his fluttering chest made that difficult, fingers trembling as he cracked the door open an inch. The first thing he saw was a pair of affectionate umber orbs, flickering gold in the firelight. Beautiful...they shouldn't have, but the eyes gave birth to a glorious warmth in his chest. "Captain." He kept with official titles, an aloof air about him. Warmth or not, he would keep his wits about him."This is quite a surprise. Do you have any idea what time it is?"

Teru nodded, making no move to enter the room. Without Light's permission, he had no right, unless the situation was dire enough. "I believe, my Prince, that it is a quarter till midnight."

Giving a frown at the simplistic response, the brunette quirked a thin amber brow. "And you're aware that normal people are usually asleep at this hour, yes?"

Again his guard nodded, but there was a playful lilt to his smile. "Surely you're not implying your own normality, my Prince? I had always thought that, as a noble, you were above such common trends." Ignoring Light's scoff, he glanced past him and peered into the room, scoping out the fireplace, as well as the chair drawn close to the crackling flames. "I see the cold has not been treating you kindly. Delaurore certainly has far crueler winters than I might've imagined. The castle could very well have be trapped in ice, and we would never know the difference."

"Don't be daft. It's hardly that cold." Light felt his fingers tingle, and he quickly curled them into fists. He wasn't lying. The cold wasn't so unbearable. It-oh, what on earth was he thinking? It was bitter, vile! A mockery of its pale beauty. He couldn't imagine a more vicious time of year, and the kingdoms of the east and south were lucky to avoid such terrible tortures. Flushing, the prince tucked his hands into his sleeves, begrudgingly shifting the door open more. "...truly. It's not so bad."

"Oh?" Teru chuckled. "Even still, I think a bit of outside comfort could be useful." He offered his hands out, which until then had been held respectfully behind his back. They weren't empty; as Light had assumed. There was a cup clutched in his right, the wood carved over every inch with delicate leaves and berries, and the prince eyed it questioningly, especially when Teru held up his other hand, a matching bowl with a fitted lid resting in his palm. "If it pleases you, my Prince…" he shrugged, just a bare roll of his shoulders that he made somehow elegant looking. Had anyone else tried it, Light would've had them punished for insolence. "I have a gift for you. Something to combat this terrible weather."

The brunette looked at the proffered gifts, then back at Teru, searching those dark eyes for a clue as to what in blazes was going on. "It seems rather late in the evening for gift giving, Captain."

"Yes, well…considering the circumstances behind our relationship," the elder shaped his words carefully, "I thought it best to act in private, to avoid unnecessary questions."

Light couldn't fault his logic. It was quite a logical approach. Because he was a prince, and entitled heir, he was slave to far more rules and guidelines than, say, a typical member of court. Disobeying could bring shame on himself, the royal family, the kingdom-hence his submission. He certainly didn't enjoy it, but the facts were unchangeable. He was prince. Teru his guardian. It wasn't necessarily forbidden for them to share company, and he could always imply that their meetings were only to discuss his plans for the day, or matters of state. Unfortunately, Light had little patience for people on a normal basis, and enduring questions about his more than uncommon relationship with his personal guard…it would be a one way ticket to disaster. Especially when it was so late in the evening. Which Teru should've known...so why would he risk it?

He frowned, looking up at the darker haired male. Likely for the same reason as Light, though he was reluctant to admit it. They simply enjoyed each other's company, and any chance to be with one another was well worth the risk. "...I do appreciate the kindness. And you were very wise, waiting til now to present your gifts." Hesitating, the teen glanced over a broad shoulder. "It is dangerous though, you realize? Anyone could happen upon us."

A flicker of disappoint curled the elder's mouth. Of course, Teru being Teru, he quickly froze his expression into a professional, stoic mask. "You're right. I wasn't thinking. I would never risk you an unnecessary inquisition." Lowering his hands, he bowed low at the waist, bangs masking the tiny crinkle of lines at his brow. The only gesture of sadness he would ever allow to show. "You have my sincerest apologies, my Prince."

Damn it all. It really wasn't fair, how easily Teru was able to make him feel guilty. He was a prince! Love and loyalty for his country, and sadness in times of strife; those were perfectly acceptable emotions to have. Guilt though? And over one man, who was, in everyone else's eyes, a mere servant to the crown? Preposterous was putting it lightly. "...But...due to the circumstances. I suppose….." Light couldn't help a soft smile. If he had to feel guilt over anyone, it might as well be Teru. His most loyal attendant, as well as the only friend he'd ever had. "It would be rude to turn you away. Protocol demands I be ready to accept any gift offered before me, or the crown, no matter the time. A prince's work is never done." He held the door open, and stepped to the side. "Come in, quickly. You're letting all of the warm air out!"

Teru obeyed with a fleeting smile, shutting the door behind them. With Light's permission, he even bolted it, in case anyone else decided to randomly appear on his doorstep. One visitor a night was enough, thank you.

"You're welcome to take a seat. There's no need for stifling custom here." An earthy gaze followed him as he returned to his chair and waiting blanket, Teru's features warm with a look that the brunette could only interpret as humorous. Personally, Light found nothing at all humorous about his potentially freezing, and he rolled his eyes. Dressed in a warm robe over his casual tunic and pants, Teru was perfectly dressed for the night, were it warmer. But the frigid weather seemed to have little effect on him. Knowing Teru, he was simply used to it. Light suspected it had something to do with his, almost certainly, Navra heritage.

"Hm. Yes, it is rather cold outside tonight." Teru murmured, despite seeming perfectly comfortable. "Your room is fairly warm though, in comparison to the rest of the palace." He placed his gifts, whatever that meant, down on the stone hearth. The flames crackled, dusking his cheeks and throat with golden shadows. Light was tempted to watch them, but shrugged off the urge, marking it as ridiculous. What in the world could be fascinating about watching firelight, much less the face of his personal guard? He was a prince, and Teru was captain of the royal guard. They might be friends, but friends did not stare at each other's faces, or remark on their beauty!

"Hardly. Father's rooms are surely warmer than mine. The cold ails him." Blanket pulled tightly around his shoulders, the brunette leaned back in his chair. Teru chose a spot by the fireplace, sitting down casually on the heated hearth flagstones, his fingers brushing the lid of the bowl he'd brought with him. Light felt his curiosity grow. What was in it? "…..you're more than welcome to use a chair, Captain. I don't expect you to lower yourself to the position of a servant in here. We're in private. I'd rather us be," Light paused, considering. He'd rather they be-what? More open? Friendly? A pleasing thought, but the shackles of their stations weren't so easily cast aside. Light wanted to be open with Teru, yet had no idea how. On the other hand, he wondered if the man had an inkling as to how to treat him here, where they were hidden from prying eyes.

…thinking back to their first meeting, Light had no doubt that he did. Teru showed respect to him, no matter the circumstances, or who might be watching. But in private, he was all too willing to speak freely. Well, his version of freely.

"Thank you, my Prince. It isn't out of respect that I'm sitting here though." The elder chuckled. "And please, call me Teru. Leave the formality in public, where it belongs." He patted the warm stone beneath him. "You know, it's far warmer down here, close to the fire." He smiled at the teenaged prince, almost knowing in the way he gestured to the empty space beside him. "You wouldn't notice the chill so much, if you sat here." When Light gave no notion of acknowledgement, Teru offered up a softer smile that went all the way up to his eyes. "Would you care to join me? I imagine it would be far more comfortable than drowning yourself in sweltering layers of blankets."

Light held the covers tighter, a trickle of warmth moving down his spine. That gaze…it could unravel him so easily, like silk from a skein wound around nimble fingers. It was amazing, what a pair of dark brown eyes was capable of doing. "I…couldn't do that." He muttered. "It's hardly appropriate. I'm a prince."

"Indeed. Yet you allow me the right to act as I will, when we sit in your private quarters. Would you deny yourself the same opportunity?"

Light's stubborn expression didn't change, though a hint of hesitance, flustered and wary, breezed through his eyes. "...it's different for me. You know that. I am bound by the trappings of my title." He looked away, a familiar sting of old longings gnawing his heart. Those trappings, more often than not, were imposed by others. "It doesn't matter where I am, nor my age. I am a prince. Nothing can change that. And as a prince," a frustrated sigh frosted the air. "I must behave as such."

"Even in private?" Sighing, Teru set the bowl and cup to the side. "My Prince….sometimes I wonder if you ever let down your guard. I saw a hint of it, that day at the orchard, and I've gotten glimpses since then, but they're ever fleeting. You never allow yourself to relax, or breathe. Not even around me." He paused, resting a hand on the arm of Light's chair. "Please, listen to me. I understand your mistrust of others. You are titled, wealthy, and attractive. Many would try to use that against you, simply because of who you are. But I would never do such a thing." It didn't read anywhere on his elegant features, but a hint of sadness colored Teru's voice. "I had hoped you would trust me by now. Have I not proven myself to you?"

Unfortunately, that got to him far more than it should've. Light couldn't stop himself from sputtering, shock written across his face. "O-of course I trust you! Don't be ridiculous." His arm jerked at the brush of pale fingers, and he lurched from the chair, clenching his blanket tight around himself. "And I'll have you know that I can let my guard down. I have! Around the ki-my father, and mother, and my sister, Sayu. There's no reason to be defensive around them." He scoffed, avoiding the elder's piercing gaze. Those warm eyes saw too much, and their owner…well, he knew very well that Teru had an uncanny ability to see past his defenses. He'd claimed once that it was nothing more than a guard's intuition, an urge to protect his charge, but Light understand that to be a mere cover. Teru was wise, far beyond his years. As much as he tried to tone it down, there was no real way to mask the shrewd knowledge within his sight.

It was that knowledge the prince respected. Respect didn't equal ease, however, despite what Light craved. Oh, how he longed for it though. He wanted to be close with Teru. He wanted to be comfortable with him, free of his crown's hold. That didn't seem like so much to ask for-but it was. Wasn't it?

"They're family. I'd only hope that was the case." There was a gentle hesitance in his favored guard's voice. He hoped, but wasn't sure. "But Light, aside from them," Teru inched forward, brushing the hearth stones with his knees, "can you trust no one enough to just…be yourself?"

Light frowned, trying to ignore the hand that reached for him, threatening to touch his hip. Anyone else, and it would've been an encroachment of his personal space. Teru was the only one he'd forgive such an infraction from. As it was, the man's words were more dangerous than any mere touch. "Who could I trust so completely? I have faith in the people of my kingdom, Captain, but that doesn't make me naive. Any hint of weakness, a flicker of doubt-"

And chaos would breed. Times were peaceful, yet the threat of war was very, very real. How long could his people remain content? There was the trouble of the other kingdoms to worry about as well. Navra craved Delaurore's rich fields, envied their lush economy, and the bandits from the rocky lands of Hildengard were always stirring up trouble. Sooner or later, these calamities would be his to deal with. Light would wear the crown, when his father stepped down, and lay claim to every peril that threatened his fair lands. Until then, he was prince. Crown heir. He had but one purpose, and that was to be trained as future king. There was no room for childish wishes in his life. Playful whims. He was to study, master all skills a prince should, be healthy and strong. No matter if it meant certain rights denied him. Light lived not for himself, his father liked to say, but for the people. As did they all.

Flinching at the thoughts, Light walked over to the window, barred forever against the snow. Only the cracked curtains gave any semblance to the outside world existing. The brunette wondered if the design was on purpose, or mere coincidence. "...why are we even discussing this? We both know that my position demands respect. I can't simply be myself! I must...be greater than that. The fate of Delaurore rests on my shoulders." He touched the cool glass, as if to feel the frost on the other side. "I am my father's heir. The only one who can succeed him, and rule the kingdom with justice and wisdom, as it deserves."

Auburn eyes drooped, and Light's fingertips slid across the pane. He could taste the cold, and yet it was but a faint imitation of the original. He had no chance of witnessing it first hand. Much like the chance of being himself. "There are too many risks. One wrong move, any miscalculation on my part..." anxiety choked him, spiraling like frost down his throat. "Should I risk Delaurore's fate, simply because I selfishly crave independence from my title?"

"...your title is not who you are. You may be the prince, but you are also a man. Your own man." Teru stayed a respectful distance away, but did move to stand at his back, giving Light the a small glimpse of his reflection. He looked sad, pensive. It was an expression the brunette knew well; he wore it often enough himself. "My Prince…..Light...the crown shouldn't rule you. It's a fraction of who you are. The real you is the man beneath the glamour and finery. I've seen it. Not once, or twice, but a handful of times." Gently, he touched Light's shoulder. "Your fears weren't guiding you then. Don't let them now. I promise, when you're with me nothing will harm you. I couldn't allow it."

His heart thrummed, fast and quick. Light shivered, wishing he could wrap himself tighter in the stifling fluff of his blanket. Make it a shield. "It's impossible for you to be everywhere. And even if you are, there's no way to discern how the people could react, or the court. Royal families have been overthrown in the past. Who's to say it won't happen again? Or worse?" Turning his head, Light cast a dulled gaze over the taller male. "Are you going to argue otherwise? You were placed as my guard for a reason! You have to be on top of every rumored threat, no matter how ridiculous or far fetched. I know there are plenty to go around." Albeit, most were centered around the king, but that changed nothing. He was subject to a few, and what sustenance they might gain, were the kingdom to see their perfect, flawless prince was not so great.

"…you're right." Bitterness tainted the captain's words. He reluctantly agreed with Light, and it didn't please him.

"Then why are we still talking about it?" Returning the bitter tone full force, Light bowed his head. He reluctantly admitted to himself that, yes, hearing Teru agree with him hurt. Why? The prince wasn't sure he knew, though his suspicious drifted into realms past untraveled. Friendship, compassion. Maybe more. "You agreed with me. That's that."

Teru placed a hand on Light's forearm, soft as a feather."No. That's not that. Despite the rumors, and the thrats, your fears shouldn't have such a grip on you, Light. They're no reason not to open up to people. And I doubt anyone in the kingdom wants you to be closing yourself off like this. Forgive me, but it's not healthy. You're under constant pressures from your father and the council to behave according to their wishes. What of your own?" Moving closer, he slid his palm down and over a trembling wrist. Light hadn't even realized he was doing it. "I know you've had to give up some of the pleasures you might have otherwise enjoyed, if you weren't royalty….and I know this makes you unhappy." Dark eyes met Light's in the window's reflection. They shoned with pain, and his with tears. "Shouldn't that be all the more reason to let some people in? Give yourself a chance at happiness? You deserve to have someone on your side, giving you support when you need it. It's what you deserve."

The next words were out of Light's mouth before he could stop them. "Isn't that why I have you?"

If possible, the air went glacial, brought on by the shocked silence as Teru stared at him, his stunned expression fading hastily into a stoic mask. It pained Light, seeing him this way, and a surge of horror went crashing through his chest. What had he done! He'd just blurted out the worst thing possible! "I….I" he blushed, recoiling to the window frame, icy glass seeping a chill through his blanket and pajamas. The hand on his twitched, Teru's face almost painfully impassive, like he was draining any emotion from the pale features and earthy depths of his eyes. "… I didn't mean to say that," Light flinched, waiting. His words seemed to have no impact on the elder male, for he continued to stare at him, stiff as the statues decorating the royal garden.

Dear God above. This was completely disastrous! Light's head bowed, and he angrily swept at his cheeks, moisture burning in his eyes. What the hell had made him say that? It wasn't like he really thought that Teru was his only support…..was it? A frown crossed his lips, heart thudding hard as a drum inside his chest. Well, it was true that he could trust the brunette. Teru was his royal guard, and the only one who truly listened to what Light had to say, no matter how ridiculous or trivial the content. He could be discussing the weather, and Teru would offer his full attention, smiling congenially all the while. He truly didn't seem to mind the teenager confiding in him. On most days, he almost seemed to…welcome it. As if he wanted to be a lifeline, someone Light could depend on. And Light wanted not only to depend on him, but the chance to give in, relax a little. Be himself. Like the winter, it was one thing he craved most.

Teru would let him. The prince knew it.

Yet now he was showing none of that, instead closing himself off. It was a tad annoying. Did he, or did he not want to be there for him? "…..aren't you going to say something," Light muttered, breaking the sullen silence after a minute. "Captain?" He touched the window behind him with his palm; the ice made it feel brittle, fragile to the touch. Temptation urged him to test it and hit the glass, see if it shattered into a million pieces. At the very least, the pain would draw his attention away from the cold creeping into his heart. "Captain...Teru. I appreciate honesty. Please don't hold back on my account." Managing a weak smile, he looked to the side. "Whatever you have to say, I can surely"

"…..am I truly a confidant to you?" Teru's soft voice broke his sullen speech. Light's tongue caught, and he discerned the hopeful color to his favored guard's words. "My Prince, Is that really how you think of me?"

"Well, yes...in a way." Hugging his arms, he felt his blush deepen despite the chill permeating his body. Was he wrong? Did Teru only feel unsure around him because of his questioning of Light's true feelings? And if so…..Light had to hide a smile. The way he was acting, Teru seemed genuinely happy that he was thought of so personally. Though it was inappropriate. His guard was meant to be that, and only that. So the prince lifted his nose into the air, trying to appear haughty; he would tell the truth….but merely a toned down version of it. "Since we met, you've done nothing to receive anything but my loyalty and trust." Fingers trembling against the soft material of his sleeves, Light peered at him from the corner of his eye, catching Teru smile and move closer. "You're a dutiful guard, and a trustworthy attendant. I-couldn't ask for anyone better."

Teru's smile flickered for a moment, but came back into place as he covered one of Light's hands with his own. His skin was warm, surprisingly soft. "I value your trust, more than you'll ever know. And I confess, I had my concerns that our first meeting and your…..sudden discovery of my identity might've left you with less than palatable feelings for me. You never showed it, not anytime during these long months," he laughed softly, "but It's usually considered poor manners to lie to the one you're trying to protect. Unintentional as it was, I did technically hide my position from you." Tentatively, his fingers squeezed. "A fact I've never quite forgiven myself for."

Light couldn't help a weary laugh. He had fond memories of their first meeting. Indeed, Teru had kept his position a secret, yet it had been for the best. Without knowing his true identity, Light had been able to open up to the elder male, and share words that no other man, blue blooded or not, had ever had the pleasure to hear. "Well, yes, but I wouldn't put too much weight on that. After all, I was a perfect stranger then. For all you knew, I might've been some crazed thief, or even a murderer. Revealing yourself could have been dangerous." He tilted his head to the brunette, showing approval. "You showed true wisdom, waiting as you did." Though Light had an inkling that it wasn't just out of wisdom that Teru had kept his identity a secret. Certainly, the situation had been humorous enough to warrant holding his tongue. Light couldn't fault him for that, as miffed as he was that the amusement had been at his expense.

"It was more my being caught off guard than using actual wisdom. Though I never once thought you were a murderer." Shaking his head, Teru gave Light's hand a gentle clench, drawing him away from the window. "Light...my Prince. I want you to know that I appreciate your trust in me. There's nothing I desire more in the world than to protect you. Which is why I must ask you, as your guard, and your confidant…" smile teasing, though only gently, he kept drawing the brunette further and further away from the curtained glass, bringing him back over to the fire burning pleasantly in its hearth. "Please. Sit down by the fire. You look half frozen."

"I'm not that cold." Light grimaced, nudging the hearth with a slipper. Tempting though it was, he was still riled up from the fiasco that was their earlier conversation. To be honest, he wasn't sure whether or not he could handle another upset, much less after his slip up. Lucky for them, things had turned out alright. What of next time? What if he said something even more foolish, or confessed to-the brunette cut the ties to such thoughts, turning away. Teru was frowning at him, pointedly stroking his fingers. "Don't look at me like that. I'm fine. Captain, you're meant to care for my safety. That doesn't mean you have to worry over every little," his tongue strangled the words, letting them die at the look on Teru's face.

"I swear to you, there will be no more discussion of your crown, or trust," Light grimaced, but the elder persevered, pressing close enough for him to make out the lush wool of his robe, and elegant stitchwork. "Matters are settled for now. I have your trust. That is enough. Now please, I only ask that you show the same faith and me." He lifted a hand, and for a split second, Light thought he meant to caress his face. But Teru shifted, cupping his chin instead. "My Prince. There is no one else here. You are free to be yourself. You can always be yourself around me, I swear. No matter what, it will not change my opinion of you, but for the better." Tilting mocha eyes up to his own, he sighed. "...Light. Please?"

Such...concern for his well being. Light glanced at the crackling flames, and the hearth of smoothened stone, shuddering. He was still cold. And Teru was being kind, treating his confession as a slip of the tongue. What was there to fear? Light knew there was naught but trust and affection between them. He could be himself, if he wished. He didn't have to be a slave to his title. Not in here. Not with Teru. It'd be alright.

"I...suppose so. After all, there is no one else here. If you feel comfortable enough to be yourself in my presence, then I can only attempt to return the favor." Hands tucked inside his pajama sleeves, Light slowly lowered himself down onto the hearth. Immediately he felt a difference in temperatures. The warmth from the flames sank through his clothes, heating velvet and flannel and dusking his flesh beneath. He purred, despite its undignified sound. "That feels….amazing," his head drooped back, warm firelight casting a feathery pattern of gold and orange across his cheekbones. It was warm, but not so hot that he was uncomfortable, despite his clothes. Light did shed the blanket though, casting it aside to better situate himself, legs sprawled out before him, lips parted in breathy sighs of content. "Perhaps you were right, Captain. This was a lovely idea."

"I thought you would enjoy it." The brunette took a spot across from him, mouth in a gentle smile. He had to be careful, situating himself beside the prince's ankles, but it didn't seem to bother him. Frankly, Teru looked fairly pleased. "You really shouldn't worry so much. No one can see what you do in private. Use the time for yourself. It is yours, and you may act as you wish." He patted Light's hand, warm from the heat. "And please, don't deny yourself the simple pleasures."

"Like sitting by the fire?" Light gave a laugh. Once he sat back and thought about it, denying himself the right to sit on his own hearth to get warm had been rather silly. It was his room. He had every right to do as he pleased within its walls. Who would tell him otherwise? He was the prince, and his word was law. "I suppose you think I was being ridiculous," he blushed, seeing the humor on Teru's face.

"I think you were behaving like any noble born. It's hard to break from a traditional way of thinking, once you've spent years raised within its boundaries." Taking care not to sound mocking, Teru picked up the wooden bowl with delicate carvings and fitted lid. Light looked at it; he'd almost forgotten about the man's little gift, which he was still oblivious about. All this, for a silly trinket? "I imagine this will all seem rather plain to you. You've been gifted with every finery imaginable. Indeed, there hardly seems to be a section of the castle that isn't wrought with gold, or rare wood…" setting it back down, the captain plucked up its mate, a shallow cup that had also been resting on the hearth, and placed it gently in his hand. "Here."

The wood was still warm against Light's fingers. He smiled, lifting it up for a proper view. It was deceptively simple, on first sight, for its ebony sheen almost hid the sheer number of engravings and etched paths of vines and berries enlaid throughout its surface. Light was sure he spotted a few roses in the mix, and certainly the carving under his thumb was a crest, though he couldn't make out the letters. "This is very beautiful. The craftsmanship…" caressing the cup, he met Teru's eyes. "I've never seen its match."

Teru chuckled. "It was a gift from my mother. She was quite skilled at carving. When I was a boy, I would sit at her feet and watch her work for hours. It was as if she were dancing. In fact, once or twice she would come to my room and carve, if I was having a fitful sleep. Somehow, it soothed me." He nodded to the cup. "That was one of a set of five she made as a gift for my birthday, long ago. There were others; a few bowls, a tray, and a lovely array of utensils. Sadly those were destroyed when I was just a child. But I managed to save that cup, and the bowl."

Light held the cup a little tighter. It was obviously precious to Teru, if his mother made it for him. And she'd put a lot of love and care into it. It showed in every sanded notch, the gracefully etched vines and blooms. He looked closer, spotting a delicate spray of rosebuds under a shining sun on the cup's farther side. "Your mother must've been a beautiful woman," his gaze was soft as it took in the high cheekbones, milky skin, and luminous brown eyes of his guard. Light didn't know if Teru looked anything like his mother, or if he took after his father, but he imagined it was the first. Teru had a soft cast to him, a grace that men born to the commoner's station never quite managed to replicate, unless gifted. His mother had been gifted, wielding an artist's touch. Her son had that same gift, but it was in his eyes, his smile; in the way he talked and carried himself. He was a rare creature….

Flushing, he set it down. Ha. What was he thinking? Such thoughts….they belonged more in the head of his sister, or the giggling ladies of court. Not in the High Prince of Delaurore. "Ah, so-" giving his lip a hesitant bite, Light gestured to the bowl Teru held. "Earlier, you said this was a gift? To.…?"

"Combat this terrible weather?" Teru recounted, holding it out. "Yes. I had a feeling you wouldn't find the cold at all pleasant, and I decided to give bring you this." His eyes darkened for a moment, but as quickly as the shadows appeared, they were gone again. "My mother wasn't just a skilled carver. She also loved to work in the kitchen. Cooking, baking. She was passionate for both. We never went hungry, even when food was scarce. And as her only child, she passed many of her secrets down to me. It's become quite handy in these recent years, as a single man taking care of himself." Smiling, he took the lid off the bowl. "But there was one recipe she taught me that I thought you would really enjoy."

Brows wrinkling in confusion, Light peered into the bowl. Inside rested about a few cup's worth of liquid the color of fresh berries. A deep, rich red, it smelled kind of like the wine his father served at dinner on special occasions, but different. There was a heavier spice to this drink, for that's only what he could assume it was. Thick, sweet. He took a small whiff, and old world spices filled his nose. Cinnamon, nutmeg, vanilla, with the gentle touch of clove and apple. Very popular with cider makers. They imported barrels of it every fall from Hildengard.

The prince loved it immediately, without even sampling a taste. "This smells….amazing," he looked at the guard, giving a full smile. "What is it?"

"Mulled wine." Tilting the bowl, Teru carefully poured a serving of the wine into the cup, steam rising from the richly colored liquid. "It's a recipe that's been passed down throughout my family. I thought you'd enjoy having some." A soft bit of color dotted his cheekbones. "I was sure you've had wine before, as the prince, but I simply thought-"

"Oh no," Light intercepted, cloves and cinnamon beguiling his senses. They were working a spell with the fireplace, casting him into a hazy sort of contentment. "I've never had anything like this. Father has let me try wine before, of course, and even something I'm sure was similar to this, but it doesn't compare." Which was an understatement really. He almost wanted to keep the liquid, rather than drink it. Teru was watching him though, and he probably looked silly, staring at a cup of wine, so Light smiled and lifted it, lips parting to allow the rim access between. Warm wine trickled slowly into his mouth, and he drank it down, lowering the cup only when it was half empty.

His mouth….dear gods. Every pore was filled with the most delicious taste in the world. Sweet, but in a heady way, and spiced with herbs that made him think of a deep, dark wood, cast overhead with veiling leaves and powdery snow. The wine was absolutely magnificent. A vision of wonder. "Captain…..this…"

"Teru, please. We are in private, remember? You don't have to address me so formally." Encouraging another drink with the pads of his fingers, Teru smirked. "At any rate, I'm not your better. You have every right to call me a blithering idiot, if it pleases you."

"I would never! But if it will assauge you, fine. This is wonderful...Teru." Such a stubborn man. He was so adamant about being addressed by his name. Light shook his head, taking another sip. Again, the same sweet torment to his tongue, and he licked his lips, sensing the elder's approval. With what was likely debatable. Either way, he seemed contented. The teen thought it a fair deal. In exchange for this gift, he could, from time to time, forgo the man's title and use his proper name. It wasn't as if he didn't enjoy saying it. Light's mouth tingled, and he moaned, soft enough for only his ears to hear. Or so he prayed. "Teru, you work wonders! I've never had anything this-this delightful. It's positively decadent."

"That's wonderful to hear. My mother's family has been making this wine for generations, and it'd be distressing to know that our favored drink wasn't palatable to others. After all, what use is a gift if it can't be shared?" Teru refilled his cup, placing the lid back on its bowl. "I was worried it wouldn't be to your tastes, but I suppose that was pointless. You really do seem to like it." Fingering the bowl's rim, he lowered his voice, as if conspiring with the teen. "...I confess, I did change the recipe a little bit. Oranges were always the traditional way of adding an extra spice. We would use the peel, soak it in the wine while everything was brewing. But once I came to your kingdom, I decided to try something different. Oranges aren't exceptionally popular here. So I traded a local merchant for some of your more customary fruit," he laughed at Light's answering stare, "and then exchanged the orange peel for a few slices of apple. I think it made a wonderful difference. If not a better one."

Half listening, Light held the cup under his nose, a soft purr rumbling in his throat. "I would definitely say better. This wine is a masterpiece, Teru. I love it." He let his lashes fall, the dark amber threads silky against his cheeks. The wine was doing as promised too; he felt warm all over, though not sluggish. Merely content. The smells continued to engulf him too, soothing and warm. Cinnamon, cloves, fresh vanilla bean, crisp apple; they were all bringing to mind the image of a cozy cottage, sturdy with wooden walls and glass windows, moldings decorating the interior and carved furniture littering the space. Surely where the wine's origins hailed from, for nothing else could smell so fresh, so….raw. Light lowered the cup, holding it in his right hand, and pictured the image again. The cottage was just as beautiful outside as in. Snow piled in heaps near the door, different from the way it dusted the ground outside the castle walls. Out there, the weather was heartless, cold. At the cottage….it was warm. Bright. Different. Only for those who could stop and savor that kind of beauty, and have the freedom to embrace it.

It was a type of contented existence Light imagined only for those born to a simpler station could. The pressures of the distinguished prevented such common comforts. Luxury, refinement; those were the walls they dwelled in…that he dwelled in. He couldn't even go outside, play in the snow alongside his people. The danger of illness was too great, or so his father seemed to believe. He acted as if Light was a mere child, one to be catered to, protected, and guided with rules and regulations. Though children were allowed a chance to play. He'd never received such an opportunity. Ever. Princes didn't behave like common vagabonds.

Light stared into his wine. The cottage seemed even more like a fantasy now. He'd give anything to step away, perhaps "…..Light? My Prince? Are you alright?" Pale fingers swept into his vision, waving gently before his face. "Is something wrong? You're acting strange. The wine didn't make you ill, did it?" Teru scooted forward, palming his cheek. "You don't feel fevered….it's hardly cold enough in here to give you a chill. And you haven't been outside…"

"No. I haven't." Sighing, the brunette set his cup down on the hearth, leaning away. "Teru. You've made it more than clear that I may speak to you freely. Even on private matters. May I confess something to you? It must remain secret, between the two of us."

If his guard was worried, he didn't show it. He simply nodded and pushed the utensils away, clasping his hands in his lap. "You don't have to worry. A threat of death won't be enough to make me tell any secret of yours. You have my ear, Light. I would never betray that trust."

How fortunate for him. Light looked at the fire, mustering his courage. The flickering gold, reds and oranges reminded him of the autumn leaves, which had not too long ago been falling from the trees. He'd met Teru walking across those very leaves, and had continued to walk across them until the first snow fell. Then, on orders from the king, he'd been confined to the castle. Confined. Locked up. Catered to and heaped in fantastical clothing, given books and countless other items for recreational hobbies. Attended his lessons, as always, and tutored by every expert, in every subject he desired to learn. Yet "…I'm envious of you."

Clearly, from Teru's expression of surprise, that wasn't what he'd been expecting. "Envious? Of me?" Surprise melted into confusion. "Why in the world would you be envious of me? I'm merely captain of the royal guard. Hardly poor, but certainly not well to do. You're a prince. You have a bright future, a loyal family, and a land of people that are ready to follow your lead. They look up to you, my Prince, and respect you as their future ruler." His chocolate eyes swam with curiosity, staring deeply into Light's own softer mocha. "That's more cause for envy than anything I could ever offer."

"Yes yes. I have everything. I'm gifted with treasures, jewels, and all the privileges a man could ever want." He muttered, turning his face away from the fire, and from the too knowing stare of his favored guard. "But it's the simple pleasures that I want. That I lack." Sighing, he gestured to the window across the room. The snow kept falling, battering the glass in soft splashes of white. "Teru, look outside."

Doing as told, Teru's brows furrowed, and he calmly pulled a pair of glasses from the pocket of his outer robe, perching them on his nose. Odd. Light had never imagined that he wore glasses. They did look dashing on him though. "…it's snowing."

Always attentive. Light groaned in frustration. Having a companion with wit was often times more trouble than it was worth. "Yes, I'm aware of that. And that's exactly my point! It's snowing."

The other frowned. "I'm...afraid I don't follow. Why would snow distress you?"

For a few moments, the brunette fell silent. When he did finally speak again, his voice was quiet. Stressed. "Because, Teru. It's what has been denied me. Did you know that growing up as a child, I was never allowed to play outside in the winter? Not once. Father insisted-no, insists that I stay indoors, for my health." He grimaced, familiar anger and, much as he loathed it, sadness building up as more snow piled outside the window on the small sill. "I can't go outside. I can't walk to the village, feel the snow under my boots. I've never even thrown a snowball!" The sheer ridiculousness of it all was laughable. A teenager who hadn't played in the snow? Light scoffed, wishing he could yank the curtains completely closed. The sight of the building white was infuriating. "….everyone else can do it," his voice went softer, a mere whisper. "But I can't."

"…I see." Calmly accepting of his rant, Teru reached out. "You're upset because you yearn for the things you've never had. Snow, friendship; they both seem out of your reach to you, because of your station."

Light saw him from the corner of his eye, and was about to ask what he was doing…and then it happened. Teru touched him. There was hardly a sexual impact behind it; just a hand on his face, palm melded to his cheek, fingertips sweeping across his brow. Yet wasn't that the point? He was being touched…no….caressed by his guard! "Y-yes. You're right. I do feel that way." Light's own hands trembled, wringing in his lap. What in the world was Teru doing, touching him like this? Talking to him, like he was a friend, perhaps something even closer? Those sorts of things weren't allowed, no matter how odd their relationship! But he couldn't move away. Not with that touch keeping him still. The warm stare of earthy irises certainly wasn't helping either. Light imagined the gods themselves would reveal their secrets, if fixated with such a look. It took him a moment to catch his breath. "Being royalty is akin to being a bird in a gilded cage, Teru. I'm beautiful, most prized, yet ultimately trapped behind golden bars." Light clasped his wrist, touch soft, barely a whisper compared the other's muscles. "My bars are merely shaped differently. So is it so much of a stretch that I would yearn for the simple things in life? Things you, and your ilk, can take advantage of?"

Pain dusted Teru's features, all too visible on the pale flesh. "Not at all. In fact, I'm surprised you haven't said anything before. These thoughts aren't random. You had to have been having them for quite a while, to finally admit them to another. To me." The elder brunette paused, thumb dipping down the gentle bone structure of Light's cheek. "….ah…." shifting lower, the flesh rasped silkily across the underside of his jaw, thrumming with the teen's racing heartbeat. "That's why you said you were envious of me." Teru let his fingers fall to his shoulder, soft on the velvet. "It's not me specifically though, is it? It's everyone on a whole." His smile softened at the corners, strained. "The commoners. You're envious of everyone because they can do what you can't. They…we…have more freedom than you. We can take walks in the snow, or build a snowman. We can catch colds, and not have to worry about leaving a throne empty, the people defenseless." The strain grew worse, lines forming at the corners of his mouth. "And you can't."

Damn him. "I….would be lying if I denied it." Light swore again inside his mind. Spilling his guts like this. Madness had taken over his mind! Though, once he thought about it, having his yearnings be so understood was a blessing. While he didn't want to depend on Teru by any means other than what was necessary, having him understand, know him so well to be able to read him, was far more of a comfort than the prince ever could've imagined possible. Something about it allowed his own mind a sense of peace. He didn't have to endure the pain alone…..he could share his real thoughts, and the feelings he kept walled up deep within his heart. There was no fear of persecution with Teru. He merely accepted, questioning only what Light himself seemed to be. Which was himself. He could really be him; the man without the crown.

"Teru….." despite it all, he was tentative about continuing. Teru could still turn on him. He could take his words to others, perhaps his father. What then? Everything could come dashing down upon their heads! But-he closed his eyes. He was willing to take that risk. "Is it a crime, to want what I want? With all of the gifts I've been given, and the comforts I own...is it wrong of me to yearn for more?" He thought of his father, and mother. They'd given him so much, raised him in the height of luxury. He'd never yearned for anything, nothing that they couldn't give, and had wealth beyond his wildest dreams. So why did a mere thing like snow make his chest ache, fill him with envy? Why was he so desperate to go outside and freeze, when he knew it would end badly? In truth, Light hated the cold! Loathed it! Yet he yearned for a chance to experience it. To really experience it. Did that make him...was he..? Light cringed. "...am I being selfish?"

"No! Don't ever think that way, Light."

Light reeled back. Teru's outburst had been soft, in typical terms, but it was the sternness in his voice, in his eyes, that caught him off guard. "I was merely thinking aloud," he hastened to explain. He didn't want to be the cause of any anger on his behalf, least of all anger from the one he-from his guard. "Teru, you have to admit. Wanting a petty thing like time in the snow is rather childish."

The man leveled him with a firm look. "It's not childish. You said it yourself. You've never experienced it."

"Well yes, but-"

"But nothing. My Prince, really. I'm not your father, or one of the royal court. I'm your confidant. Those are your own words. As such, let me advise you. Let me help you." Clasping the cup he'd brought, Teru placed it in Light's hand, forcing his fingers to curl around the wood. Light hesitated, then took a sip of the wine, letting it calm him. "You admitted that you were envious of me, and your people, because we have freedoms that you don't. And there is nothing wrong with that. Nothing at all." The brunette gave his hand a squeeze, wine rippling gently in its container. The sweet smell again flooded Light's senses, thick and alluring, and he stared at it, barely catching Teru's soft sigh. "You were born to privilege, and with that comes specific obligations. But having those obligations doesn't mean that you should've been denied any privileges, no matter how small or trivial they might seem. Despite your blood, you're human. You deserve the right to behave like one, and to do the things you want."

Like playing in the snow, Light's inner voice added. Yes, it seemed selfish. A man showered with riches, destined to take the throne one day, wanting more would come off as very greedy to an outsider. However, he didn't think much of the luxuries pushed on him. He certainly enjoyed his fine clothes, and the access to books and other wealth the castle had to offer for a royal such as himself. But that didn't change the fact that certain rights had been denied him. He really was like a bird in a gilded cage. And as a bird wanted the wide blue skies, he wanted freedom. At least enough to make his own choices, and be himself, when opportunity presented itself. Times like this, when it was only him and his captain. That was all he wanted.

"Teru….." Light took a bigger draught of his wine, warmth seeping down to his toes. He hardly felt cold anymore. Where his pajamas had only offered superficial warmth, the flannel and velvet offering his flesh comfort, the wine heated him all the way through. Hand made by Teru, and served in a cup crafted by his mother….he smiled, the gentlest tilt of amber colored lips. It seemed that his personal guard had a knack for making things easier on him, both physically and emotionally. Saving him from physical injury, offering entertainment, and now giving comfort from the cold, in more ways than one. He'd even offered himself as a bosom companion, a listening ear! There was only one thing to be said.

"...thank you." He drew close enough to see flesh color the palest shade of pink, Teru's eyes widening as their proximity closed in. "Thank you…so very much." Almost tempted to hug him, Light settled for grasping his hand. "It means quite a bit to me."

"Hm...what does?" Coy, the brunette smiled. "The wine? I already told you, it was a gift to keep you warm. Your safety and health are mine to guard, my Prince." Irises shimmering with golden flecks in the waning firelight, Teru chuckled. "And you feel warmer now, yes? I think I've done my job well."

Light pursed his lips, hand dropping to his side. "Yes. You did. Perhaps even perfectly. I haven't felt this comfortable in a long time. I'm quite warm." They both well knew that warmth wasn't what he'd been referring to, in terms of perfection. Rather than argue though, he shot Teru a knowing look and drained the remainder of his wine, offering him the glass. The elder took it without a word, matching bowl already drained and holding its tight lid. Light eyed it, a bit disappointed. He was sad to know the wine was finished. He'd really enjoyed it. It had a unique flavor, spicy and sweet to the taste buds. "I wonder….may I ask a favor of you?"

"A favor?" Teru cocked a brow. "As my Prince, you may have anything you like. You know this."

"I don't want it to be an order!" Tapping the bowl's rim, Light, red in the cheeks and flustered, murmured under his breath. "Could you…."

"Could I…bring you more wine?" Teru took his hand, and Light's face turned a deeper red as he laid a kiss on the bare knuckles, lips warm and firm. "Of course I will. You only had to ask. I can't deny you anything." He rose to his feet, pulling Light along. "I was planning to bring more anyway. You enjoyed the wine more than I thought you would. How could I refuse you more?" His expression at ease, a peaceful look Light so often wished he could replicate, Teru gave him a nudge towards the bed. "But for now, I believe it's time you got some well deserved sleep. It's late. If not for the benefit of privacy, I would've come earlier, to ensure you had a proper rest. You'll need it. You have a full schedule tomorrow. Meetings with the visiting dignitaries, a royal council gathering. Plans for the ball in later spring-"

"Which is ridiculous! Spring won't be here for another few months." Light complained, allowing the elder brunette to lead him to the bed. "I understand that these things take a certain amount of time to plan, but months? That seems excessive." Even for a ball that would cater to all of Delaurore. Still muttering, he climbed between the sheets, folded down much earlier by a servant, and drew them up around his waist, settling back on the overstuffed pillows. In his regal pajamas, hair brushed and gleaming, skin gently glowing, he had to make quite an imposing figure. No one would guess that his guard was….well….putting him to bed. Light's lips pursed at the image. "Wait just one moment! When did you gain the authority to put me to bed, Teru? Didn't you just say you were the servant, and I royalty? You follow my orders. Not the other way around."

Teru smoothed out a wrinkle in the covers, recovering the one Light had been using as a shield against the cold and adding it to the thick, woolen pile. "I will always follow your orders, my Prince. However, as I've told you, it is my job to ensure your protection. Your well being, so to speak. Which includes making sure you're well rested, especially when your plate is full with upcoming party plans and the visitation of many important dignitaries."

Light's brow twitched. "I'm fairly sure none of that was what my father had in mind when he employed you as captain of the royal guard. I haven't had anyone put me to sleep since I was a child." Indignant at the treatment, he secretly did have to admit…the attention was rather sweet. It had always been a nanny to put him to bed when he was young; only once or twice was it his mother. But now Teru had taken up the task, and Light had never felt so...so cared for, or protected. The nanny had been polite, but cold. She was merely doing her job. In contrast, Teru had willingly risked his temper to remind him of his plans on the morrow, and the need for sleep. Combine that with the rest of the evening, and Light's head was fluffy, full of cotton at all the implications. Maybe the man was right. He needed sleep. He could think it all over in the morning. There was still something nagging him though. The snow. Teru said he understood his wanting to go out, right? He also said that he shouldn't be denied simple human pleasures.

"Teru." Determined, Light steeled his shoulders, ready to argue if necessary. "I want to go outside." He fisted the blankets, matching their gazes when the brunette blinked. No longer would he allow his wants and needs to be ignored. He'd have his way, so help them! "Tomorrow, after the meetings, I'm going to go to my father. I'll demand he allow me out of the castle. This has all gotten ridiculous, and I refuse to keep silent about it any longer. I'm not a fragile doll! I won't crack if I'm exposed to a little cold weather!" His smile turned down at the corners, longing. He wasn't a doll, or a pretty maiden, susceptible to the smallest chill. Light was strong, fit, and capable. The king couldn't deny him. He...he couldn't. "That's all I want..."

No one could deny him, given that look. Not even Teru. Or, more likely, least of all him. Light was counting on it. "Outside." Repeating him, his tone thoughtful, Teru idly stroked the comforter, tucking the sheet corners in snug around Light's body. He almost had a domestic quality about him, the way he was acting. Light knew better. He was simply being affectionate. "…..your father won't be pleased, you know. He's concerned for your welfare. Winter is the worst time to catch a cold, if you're lucky enough to not suffer worse. Many have died from illnesses this time of year, my Prince. He fears for you." He spared no time for Light to argue. "Although….you are very healthy. I have no doubt you could fight off any illness. You're too stubborn to be bedridden for long."

Hiding a hopeful grin and crossing arms over his chest, Light scoffed, trying every bit to appear aloof. In control. Casual or not, he was Prince. His way would be gotten. "Exactly! Father underestimates the virility of a teenager's body. Even if I did get sick, it wouldn't take but a few days at most to combat it!" He huffed, inwardly laughing at the theatrics. "It's absurd, when you really give it some thought. Keeping me indoors out of an ill begotten fear of sickness? For all Father knows, I could catch an illness inside these very walls! "

Teru seemed ready to laugh; there were definite marks of humor around his eyes. "Well, it wouldn't be unheard of. After all, the servants do go outside, do they not? One of them could very easily carry an illness into the castle and spread it to you, along with everyone else. Either way, going outside is hardly any more dangerous than remaining indoors." Moving back to the hearth and picking up the empty bowl, he bowed his head to Light, returning to his side at the bed. "If it pleases you, I would be happy to talk with your father about this matter as well. Perhaps if he knew I would be willing to accompany you outside, ensure your safety and health, the King could be placated. After all," he almost smirked. Almost. "I would never do anything to endanger you. Your protection and happiness is always my first priority."

Light smiled, giving into a small laugh. "Careful. Take responsibility, and you'll be to blame if I get sick."

"Well then, we'll simply have to make sure you don't. Us commoners manage it quite easily." Chuckling, Teru tapped his sleeve. "Simply dress like this and you'll be fine."

"What? You want me to wear pajamas?" The prince teased, encouraging another small laugh.

"If your other pairs are this fetching, then I'd have no qualms about it. You'd be the most fashionable, warmly dressed man outside. I'd be positively honored to be seen at your side, playing around in the snow. Perhaps we might even make a snow angel. You share much in common with them, did you realize?" His voice deepened, soothed Light to the core of his bones. "Beauty, wit. Trust, and faith. I foretell that your tales and infamy will surpass the kingdom of heaven, with Delaurore as your own glistening realm of perfect beauty. Yes, an angel suits you well. And a replica in ice would only highlight such traits."

There was a deeper message in those words, and Light wanted to decipher it, see what Teru was trying to tell him. His bed was unusually comfy though, and the remaining effects of the wine were making him want to sink back into the goose down mattress, perhaps sleep for a million years. He was quite tired. The night had been unusually stressful, while relaxing at the same time. He finally had a weight off his chest, one always brought on by the whirling winter storms. Light was warm, rethinking things, far more clearly than he'd ever had before. It was all so simple too, if eyed from a different perspective, like Teru's. He wanted change? A difference? A chance to play in the snow, build a snowman; do all the frivolous things he'd been previously denied? He wanted to be himself, enjoy the peace with his trusted guard? Then he had to encourage it, take the reins and steer things the way he wanted. He had to do it, and it was his right. He was not just a crown. He was Light. A human. And Teru was the one to remind him of these things.

"Mm….well, thank you. You're very kind," was the best reply Light could come up with, eyelids growing heavy. Teru chuckled, the sound spiraling hazily in his ears, and patted the covers, earthy eyes warm, inviting.

"You're exhausted, my Prince. Sleep."

His mind slipping away, he nodded, covering Teru's hand and caressing the pale fingers. Because of him….it was all because of him. A year ago, he never would've thought this possible. Taking a chance, talking to his father, reasoning to get his own way, instead of quietly accepting the laws pressed down upon him…Light's chest bloomed, this time with a tingling warmth, rather than the icy cold of sadness. He was happy. Truly happy, like he'd been back in the apple orchard on a beautiful fall day months before. It was a wonderful feeling.

"I know I already thanked you," he murmured, cheek coming to rest against the soft down of his pillow, lashes fluttering. "But really…Teru….thank you."

"Light…" Teru leaned over, tucking a stray hair behind his ear. The prince allowed it, enjoying the soft touch. "Your thanks are appreciated, but completely unnecessary. You have nothing to thank me for. As my prince, you're happiness is important to me. I'd do anything to please you." His fingers swept behind golden flesh, tracing the side of Light's neck, following the thin pattern of pale veins. "I only want to make you happy…."

Light turned into the touch, auburn eyes flickering open and leveling with Teru's. "Consider yourself successful," he murmured. "You've made me inexplicably happy. I've never been so at ease. And I thank you for it, Teru. You have no idea of the kindness you've done for me. It's..." he let them flutter shut again, quivering lashes soft as silk on his skin. Sleep coaxed him, loosened his tongue, for he never would've uttered the next few words otherwise. "It's wonderful, Teru. I almost feel...loved."

Fingers trembled, nudging his forehead, and he felt the warmth spread, pooling below his skin and coating every bone in his body. It stuck firm, even as other brunette sighed and pulled away, quietly bowing his head with a tender "thank you" and "sleep well," as he left the room. Light was half tempted to go after him, peel himself out of bed, ask what was wrong, and why he felt such…confusion in Teru's vicinity. But he laid back, letting himself succumb to his thoughts, dragged into the depths of sleep itself as they swirled.

Everything was changing. Like the seasons, the changes came one step at a time, each more drastic than the last. His mind and heart had been intrigued a lone fall day, captivated by the spell of a man who possessed rich, tender brown eyes. That had been the catalyst, setting everything in motion. Winter, chilling and usually dereft of any kindness, had brought cold and snow into Light's life, once so hated, loathed. Not anymore. Teru had changed that. He was the one who had pulled him out of his slump, brightening his winter and the cold within. He'd made the auburn teen feel human for the first time in his life, and with it came an overwhelming sense of freedom. With Teru, Light could speak his mind. He could say what he pleased, without fear of retribution from any party, and be himself. But all the better, Teru had been comfortable enough to share a bit of himself too, with his wine and delicately carved heirlooms. That spoke worlds, opening a path to countless new questions.

He and Teru...their relationship wasn't typical, was it? It was evolving, growing. In another season's time, Light only imagined what his tender feelings might morph into. What the other's...no. He was far too tired to think on that. Though he did imagined that on the morrow, when he peered from his window at the world outside, it would be with new eyes. After all he'd experienced tonight, how could it still be ugly? No. It was all beautiful, a treasure of the soul, thanks to him. Mikami Teru. His guard, the man he might lo-

Sleep hugged him like a lover, sensual on his limbs and face. Giving into it with a smile, the prince spoke a feathery wisp of air.

"Teru..."

He was truly the greatest gift Light could've asked for.