Soft music faded out from the ballroom's open doors, whirling between pillars like colorful streamers and spicing the air with the delicate twinkle of his kingdom's most cherished instruments. Flutes, violins, cellos and clarinets; they all mingled in a seamless blend of beauty, casting the castle into a cheerful air. Perfect, of course. The occasion was a festive one, and its celebration was a display of seasonal wealth. Garlands of flowers festooned the palace's marble columns, illuminated with gold and carrying the weight of their own heady perfume. Several bouquets of the same flowers littered tables and pedestals, roped the backs of chairs, and the dais set up on the ballroom's far side. Two thrones glittered there, rich mahogany laden with jewels and gold, host to the king and his queen as they watched the ball, now in full swing as a light spring breeze filtered through the room, cutting the heat of tightly jammed bodies and their swishing skirts and coats.

Another watched the ball, though from the safety of a pillar's shadow. The novelty of dancing was lost on him, as was the gaiety of parties in general, and Light sighed, turning his back on the guests. He understood their value, of course. It was a time of celebration, where commoner and aristocrat alike could come and make merry to their heart's content. Bonds grew closer between friends, as well as between the people and their royals. Naturally then, it was utterly crucial for his attendance, so that he could mingle, associate with what would, one day, be his subjects to rule, not to mention the dignitaries and visitors from countries afar. But Light had no real interest in it. He came to the party, wore his finest clothes, danced with the giggling girls and entranced nobles for the sheer fact that it was his duty to do so. Were it not for that, he would be up in his room instead, ignoring the music and settling down with a good book. Or, more preferably…..

Light breathed a quiet sigh, glancing towards the window. Lush curtains were drawn back and tied to their holders, giving a clear view of the beautiful spring night outside, and the moon hanging on its cover of midnight blue. Stars studded the darkness, shining like diamonds. Some were overcast as puffy streams of clouds wisped across the blue, soft as dove feathers and the grey of fresh sea pearl. The sight truly was a beauty. He couldn't bring himself to enjoy it though. There were too many things on his mind, far too much to dwell on. Indeed, his servants had had a difficult time of getting him dressed and ready for the ball. He'd been quite-uncooperative. He'd refused finery after finery, only settling on his garments when the declaration was made that the king was growing annoyed with his absence. Upset though he was, Light refused to disappoint his father. So finally he'd chosen a suit of velvet and satin, decorated with enough lace, gems and gold cord to serve as proof of his station, though maintaining his masculinity. He refused to look like a fop in front of his people! Then it was simply a matter of attending the ball and enduring the necessary, princely duties that one of his station must suffer through. Dance with the eligible women who merely sought his crown and wealth. Greet the court and visiting dignitaries, their lusts the same as their eager brides. He even had to toast them, grant them cheer. And he had to do it all perfectly. Held in high regard, Light would do nothing to tarnish his good name, nor that of his family and crown.

And yet….perhaps that was part of the problem. He'd do nothing to disappoint, even if it meant denying himself some of life's simpler pleasures. Light frowned to himself, glancing out into the darkness below the window. There, standing diligent as always with a sword at his hip and hair tied back in a neat queue, was his most loyal attendant. The man who'd gifted his life with entertainment, a value beyond the crown and all its meaningless riches. The man Light wanted nothing more than to be with, the rest of his days. Yes. Of all the things he'd yearned for throughout his gilded life, from the touch of snow to the mere gift of the harvest's last apple, there was one thing he wanted more than anything. One thing he craved above all others, and yearned to possess.

…..he wanted to love, freely. And be loved back. Something his people took advantage of, but was denied him because of his accursed birthright. He would marry for political advantage, and duty. Love wasn't necessary between a king and his queen. They merely needed partnership, and the ability to work together in a way that would best serve the kingdom. Physical attraction wasn't necessary either, though it would certainly making siring a heir much easier. Siring an heir-Light felt a nasty tremble roll down his spine. He didn't even want to consider such things! Not when his heart, the only real thing over which he held any control, was already sworn to another. The very man standing attentively below the window, in fact. "….Teru."

For a short moment he went unnoticed, but then his loyal guard's instincts took over, as they always had the prerogative to do. He turned his face up towards the window through which the brunette had been watching, loam colored eyes meshing with warm mahogany. There was nothing between them but silence, and Teru swept his gaze over him, a casual inspection. Likely making sure he was well, at least physically. "There's a ball going on," he finally spoke, giving a little bow. He must have been pleased with what he saw. His tone was collected, warm. No trace of worry. "Isn't this true? Or am I simply imaging the beautiful music coming from inside?"

"…You're not." Light conceded. "I simply found the night sky more entertaining than a flock of plumed woman and their twittering cohorts."

"I see…" lapsing into another short moment of silence, Teru smiled and extended the hand not clutching his sword up to the prince. "Perhaps you would care to join me then? Seeing as how the other guards have left you unattended, it's fallen on me to ensure your safety from here out. And I can hardly do that when you're up there, and I'm down here." He bowed at the hip, resting his forearm against his chest. "Of course, the decision is entirely yours, my Prince. If you wish to stay there, I'll simply come to you. However," there was a small flicker in his smile; he was trying not to laugh. "That would mean your remaining there, and risking being caught by one of your many guests." Teru jauntily lifted a brow. "Exactly how many of the kingdom's people did your father invite?"

Far too many for his personal comfort. Light gave a small grimace, glancing over his shoulder. Even hidden in the shadows as he was, he feared being found; perhaps asked to dance, or drawn into another political discussion about the potential alliance with the kingdom from the far north. Snowy Navra, and their fair skinned princess who, rumors had it, possessed too silken a tongue for anyone's comfort. He heard enough gossip around the castle to know that this was one conversation he wanted to avoid at all costs. "You know," he held his head proudly, peering down his nose at the elder man. "I believe that is a wonderful plan. It'll give me ample chance at some fresh air." Mockingly fanning himself, his chocolate lashes gave the softest of flutters. "I'm feeling a tad faint. The heat-it's unbearable in there, Captain. I'm sure you understand."

"I'm certain I do." Always posh, the elder male gestured to the balcony and stairs on the right side of the window. "If you're going to join me, may I recommend this way? It'll ensure your-privacy, my Prince."

Privacy was important. If he tried any other manner of escape, he'd have to leave through the ballroom first. Light wasn't foolhardy enough to attempt such a thing. And Teru was more than aware of how desperately he wished to avoid the rampant crowds. How he always knew when something was amiss, Light didn't know. Perhaps it was just the nature of a protector; alert to the slightest of changes. Or maybe…just maybe-Teru simply sensed him, much as the prince always seemed to know just when his guard would appear, watching him from a safe distance during the day, yet appearing at his doorway in the night. Sometimes he brought small gifts, like wine or fruits, and other times he merely brought the gift of conversation. Either or suited him, though Light admitted that he had a fondness for the wine. It was delicious. But now, conversation seemed far more welcoming, and he was quick to take the route Teru had suggested, skating past the open balcony doors and descending the stairs two at a time.

When he'd come to a stop a mere foot from his guard, the black haired man sank down to one knee and politely bowed his head. "Were you that eager for a reprieve?" He took the hand Light extended, and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. It was warm and gentle, simplicity at its finest. But it wasn't simple. Not at all. The affection was far greater than it might appear, at least to the crowned royal. Whether the same could be said for his guard…..questionable. Though nonetheless cruel. After all, there was no truer pain than that of an ill fated romance.

Light grimaced, curling his fingers back to his palm and turning away, staring at the moon lit sky. That knowledge tormented him, caused him pain where all else would fail. Even a lifetime without hope, without snow and beauty, was worth it if he could have the one thing he truly desired. "Freedom to live," he murmured. And to follow his heart's desires.

"…my Prince?"

Sometimes he forgot that Teru paid such attention to him. "Nothing, don't mind me. I was simply," tentative, he glassed over the subject. "….thinking. Much has been given to me to consider these past few months."

Earthy eyes wandered across his form, questioning. "Of course. That's hardly surprising, I suppose. Everyone in the palace is quite busy. Now that winter is over and the spring harvest has begun, the king is tirelessly planning ways to better the lives of the people. I've barely seen him take a moment's rest since the first green sprouted." He gave a slight gesture towards Light and rose to his feet, gracefully dusting off the knees of his trousers. "Or you, my Prince. You too have been hard at work. I know the duties as the heir are challenging, but it seems that half of the kingdom's troubles are now placed directly in your hands. As if you had already succeeded the throne." Sighing, his dark head shook, fingertips gently massaging the bridge of his nose. "And with the dignitaries from Navra's visitation on top of it all, I'm sure it's been nothing but a tiresome venture for you."

Light couldn't resist scowling at that. Yes, the dignitaries. Those unbearably wretched excuses of humanity, only interested in wealth and power. How he despised them. "Tiresome? I suppose so, in a way. Personally I find them more distasteful. There's nothing in their hearts but worthless greed. You know, they honestly believe that stealing an excess of wealth from their people and letting the king lavish it upon their spoiled princess is how true nobility should behave!" He scoffed. "They all disgust me. And their twittering, air headed daughters are no better. I daresay half of them believe that money simply materializes out of thing air. It's absurd!"

A faint shudder crept down his arms. Those women…there was nothing in their heads but thoughts of parties and dancing, and what new fur would best suit their flawless complexion. They were foolish. Indeed, he thought them like the porcelain figurines his sister entertained in make believe parties as a child. Perfect little dolls, empty headed but painted like royalty, with nothing to do with their lives but sit there and chatter their useless words as the world around them marveled at their exquisite faces. Light hated everything about them. A bite from a rotten apple would be more palatable than a wasted conversation with one of those twits. And yet their families hounded him, insisting he meet with them, perhaps escort their beautiful daughters around the kingdom. It was completely vile. He wanted nothing to do with them. He wanted none of them. Indeed, he-

His cheeks grew a bit flustered, and Light peeked at his guard from the corner of his eye. There was only one he truly wished for….one he craved…

"Indeed. I can't say I disagree." Teru seemed not to notice the thoughts his prince was catering, nor the direction they'd taken. "In my land, the warriors of old once had a saying. There is none more trialed than a kingdom's regime." Stepping to the brunette's side, he clasped Light's shoulder and gave it a faint squeeze. It was the only form of touch between them that was allowed. He wished it weren't so. There was so much more between them, passion burning beneath the surface. If only they could… "My Prince?" Expression soft, Teru respectfully caught his gaze. "You're trembling. Are you cold? It may be spring, but there's still a danger of catching a chill. And we can't have that." He unfastened his cloak and offered it out, velvety sweeps of material touching the ground. "The king would have my head if I didn't ensure your safety."

"…" Light took it and gently gripped the soft material, feeling the velvety texture. it was beautiful, if plain. Just deep, luxuriantly fine velvet lined with a softer suede on the back. No decoration, no extravagant ornament. A simple cloak to the passing stranger. Yet it was so rich in color. The velvet seemed to fade between shades of chocolate and cocoa, with streaks of ocher adding texture under the candlelight. It was of the finest quality too. Not a single stitch out of place, every thread straight as an arrow. The very epitome of subtle craftsmanship. "I…suppose he would. Wouldn't he?" So deceptively simple. So common. …and such a farce. Nothing about it was common at all! Nothing! He shuddered, quietly thinking to himself. How true. Much like Teru, no? His beloved, endearing guard.

His fingers tightened around the cloak, scrunching it. "Teru.….." taking a breath, Light peered up at the brunette and trusted his heart, though it pounded away inside his chest like an errant drum. He had to ask. He couldn't bear this wonderment any longer. It would drive him insane! Did he, didn't he? Damn him! Light would suffer the company of all those annoying damsels and their rampant stupidity, if only Teru could give him the answer he so longed to hear. Did he care for him, and not only as his prince? Was his love returned? Light quaked with the stress of his yearnings, frowning determinedly. The time had come. Autumn had brought them together, and throughout the long winter he'd gotten a glimpse of Teru's intentions. Now it was spring, a chance for new beginnings. Yes, he could wait no more. He had to know!

"Is….my father's threat the only cause for your concern?"

Distracted by the few defiant specks of dirt that clung to his trousers, Teru started. "The only cause for-?" He frowned, apologetically bowing his head. "I'm afraid I don't understand. What do you mean, the only cause? You know it's my duty to care for your safety and well being." Noting the cloak still in Light's hands, he reached for it. "Therefore, my Prince, if you please? It's growing very cold-"

Light snatched it back, fire in his eyes. Was Teru truly that nonchalant to it all? To them? "That is not what I meant at all! And I think you very well know to what I'm referring, Teru!"

The man's brow wrinkled in puzzlement. "My…apologies. I'm afraid I don't. But please, explain. I hate seeing you so upset. It's hardly becoming, and one such as yourself should never be put in this sort of," he drifted off word by word, and understanding swept across his handsome face, like stars swallowed in darkness. Fast, yet brilliantly sequestered. "….good god. Surely you're not implying…?"

"And what if I am," the prince snapped. His shoulders trembled in barely suppressed emotion, though which, he confessed, confounded him. In fact, everything about this moment was a mystery to him. His thoughts were a jumble, and while he could feel his heart race, hungry for an answer, it ached in worry too. Was his role truly as Teru's prince, nothing more? Could there not be anything more between them? "Am I wrong? Or perhaps the better question would be, am I right?" Tossing the cloak at his stunned, wide eyed guard, Light forced a smile and closed the gap, until there was naught room between their forms but for the smallest whisper of a breath. And it hurt. Oh, how gloriously it hurt. To be so close to the one he adored, awaiting his truth and its promised embrace. Whether it was destined to be one of pain or enchantment….

That was the coldest truth of all. ….only Teru could choose. "Tell me the truth, dear Captain," he uttered, loathing the way his words trembled. It made him feel so fragile. So weak. A necessary evil. "Do you really feel nothing more for me than what the strains of your duty require? Because if so, then please, enlighten me!" Tears budded in his eyes, stinging with the heartless wrath of a thorn. He shrouded them, steeling his heart for the onslaught ahead. "I need to know! I…I refuse to live under this cloud of uncertainty a moment longer! You must tell me the truth, Teru! I order it!"

His words had morphed into blatant yelling, making the last few appear far more impetuous than he might've preferred. At the very least, they seemed to have stunned his guard into silence, one which remained unbroken, a wall of intangible ice between them. And it bit as cruelly as the winters of Navra's snowy plains.

"…..how can you ask such a thing?"

The chill shattered, settling upon him and stabbing his body with its unholy shards. Light jerked backwards, the sound of his boots clicking on the pavilion almost a roar. How can you ask such a thing? What was that, but a cold dismissal? And along with it, the truth. The truth he'd always wanted to know.

"I-" swallowing his pride, he nodded. "…Of course Teru. Do pardon me. I lost my temper." Hardly a reasonable excuse, truth or not. He'd not only lost his temper; he'd completely given in to his weaker emotions, and now Teru knew. He knew of his feelings. They might not have been a mystery before, yet it was an entirely different thing, was it not? To suspect, but still possess the capability to turn a blind eye to those romantic yearnings, rather than have them professed. For if never said, then it could be ignored. Their faux existence of bliss allowed to persevere. But no longer. Light had broken the code between them, which spoke only of affection, never admittance. That fleeting moment in the orchard had created the secretive romance, and the winter had only given it time to grow, its petals unfurling into a thing of beauty. Spring now held a chance to embody the namesake gifted to it long ago, when people first began to roam the lands and make them their own. It could empower, give life, or it could destroy, as the flooding rains would sometimes drown their baby blossoms. And Light feared that his love, his cravings for Teru, might be damned to the very same fate.

"My Prince…."

Oh, he couldn't bear it. Did Teru never break from his serene façade? Did nothing faze him? He wouldn't even call him by his real name! Always my Prince, never Light. Never. "Don't." The brunette heard the pleading in his voice, and that hurt all the more. Pained though he was, he still ached for Teru. He wanted his love, to know that it was shared. What a pity. How cruel fate was, its heartless reality a sword through his chest. "Don't, Teru. I believe you've said enough."

"But-my Prince. Such a question from you…." Teru laced his fingers together at the small of his back and sighed, gaze drifting upwards to the night sky. Its full moon illuminated the castle in a silvery blue glow, irradiating the bottomless, primeval depths of his eyes. Always so beautiful, those eyes. They were supple, warm, and inflamed in a way Light had never seen before. "I can't help but find it unsettling. Do you truthfully think so little of me? Of us?"

His chest stung. What was Teru saying? Could it be..? No. He refused to grant himself the luxury of such thoughts. "What are you talking about? I've held you in high regard since the day we met, Teru. You know this! Or have you forgotten so quickly?"

"I've forgotten nothing. If anything, my Prince, you're the one who appears to be suffering from false memory."

Light scowled. How dare he! Suffering his heart its fatal blow wasn't enough? Teru had to say such condescending things? The very nerve! "You dare stand there and imply that I-"

"No." Teru snapped his head down and fixated that molten gaze upon him. "You imply, my Prince. I speak only the truth. That's all I've ever done." Cloak dropped at his feet and discarded on the ground, he reached for him with a pale hand, unwavering in his attention. The prince felt hypnotized by his eyes; the very air in his lungs seemed to vanish like smoke, and he gasped, quivering as Teru's knuckles brushed his jaw. "How cruel….the weight of your crown has gifted you with so much, but it blinds you to the simpler things. That is the only explanation I have for all this." He gave a little sigh, colored in kind exasperation. "Have you never known? Did you truly never see?"

Know? See? "Stop Teru! This is ridiculous! I'll hear nothing more of it!" Flushed as a rose, Light pried those hands away and stepped back, towards the palace. Let someone see him. He welcomed it. Not even the most shallow of Navra's females could compare to the pain of conversing with Teru here, now. After all he'd said, all he'd done. "I must return to the ball. I-I've been away too long already. Someone will have noticed by now!"

"Then another moment will hardly do any harm." Bending close, Teru gently threaded his fingers into Light's hair, his other hand coming to a rest at his waist and drawing him close again. "Good god….if you had only opened your eyes, never would you have felt the need to push those cruel questions upon me. My Prince, can't you remember those long nights in winter? The gifts? The memories we shared?" He let out a tired laugh, pressing his temple to the brunette's. Their lips were so close, Light could feel his words. Their seductive quality. Their-

"What are you trying to say, Teru? These evasive words are more offensive than helpful," he murmured, injecting just enough sternness into his voice to keep the quaver away. It was difficult, when looking at the man made him want to cry. How he'd resisted the tears thus far was a miracle. "Stop with the coy evasiveness and tell me what you mean! I Is that too difficult a request?"

"…..no. It's not." Teru clutched him tighter, fingertips stroking the flesh of his nape. "If you need me to put it to words….very well. For you, I would do anything." He sighed. "In truth, your father's requests have nothing to do with my devotion to you. Were it not for my true feelings, my body is the only defense I would lay on the line for you. But you," his touch wavered, glancing over Light's spine. "For you, my Prince, there is naught a war in all the lands that I would not fight. The very fields would tremble beneath my feet, your name my battle cry to pierce the skies. My passions for you would be the sword I'd wield, and I would wear my heart as a shield for the entire country to see, proudly adorned with your crest." He smiled in a subtle, beguiling way. "Do you understand? I willingly choose to serve you. I choose to remain by your side. Not because you're my prince. Not because of anyone's orders. It was, and always will be, my choice."

His choice…Light flushed. The full impact of those words wasn't lost on him, nor did he feign misunderstanding. But it wasn't what he wanted to hear. Not precisely. Teru knew that, and he seemed to have no qualms about getting even closer to him, enveloping his body with strong arms and a presence that felt protective, enduring. "Do you understand what I'm saying?" Drawing his face up, the elder touched their lips together in a fleeting, mind shattering kiss, speaking just softly enough for their ears alone. "I love you, Light. I have ever since that day in the orchard. The winter allowed my feelings for you time to bloom, and I know that they shall only grow stronger with time. But nothing will take them away. Ever." A soothing smile graced his mouth; Light could taste it, feel it. It made the tears trickle down his cheeks. "And I swear to you, that is the truth of it. The only truth that has every really mattered." Capturing a wayward strand of hair, Teru tucked it behind his ear, further clasping him close. "I love you."

His arms were safe, a caressing balm. The brunette wanted to acknowledge them gracefully, as a true prince would. Touch Teru's shoulder, kiss his cheek. Yet he did nothing of the sort. He just…stared, far too shocked to do much else. Those words were all he'd hoped for, what he'd craved, and his chest fluttered, warmth surrounding him like a freshly dried blanket. Light couldn't believe it though. It was too good to be true! He'd barely begun to accept his failure, that Teru didn't love him, only for the very same man to turn things around and admit yes, he did. Had for a long time.

"Then," he refused to call it hesitation, but his voice did falter, mocha meeting loam and finding the affection there tender. Welcoming. "You do care for me?"

Lips thinned, a playful mockery at being stern. "My affections are nothing to make light of. To say that I care for you is the same as portraying yourself as a noble. Which you have done, need I remind you. And much like then, the words are a mere shadow of the truth."

"….Teru, did you just make a joke?" Soft chuckling rose between them, and then Light was full on laughing, mirth tainting his skin pink. "A shadow is not a lie, but a well placed mistruth. And as I recall, you were the one to hide your true station, not I. Which I don't fault you for," he placed a finger on Teru's mouth, noting the impending argument. "You had just cause. Peaceful times are no less a reason for caution. You had your safety to consider."

"And yours." Teru kissed it, grasping Light by the wrist. The prince shivered, watching him peel back the finery of his sleeve and drop blithe little kisses all across the tanned skin. They had indulged in these before, but only on the hands. This was something different. Personal, attending. Light couldn't breathe, and his fingers twitched, sensitive to every brush of the guard's lips. "Your safety is all I care for now. It is my duty, and pleasure to watch out for you." Nuzzling his palm, Teru peered through the gaps of his fingers and smiled up at him. "I suppose I'm lucky. Others have to fight to keep those they love safe. As your guard, I have ample opportunity, as well as every chance to be close to you."

Every chance, yes. "And I cherish each one, even if they are stolen in secrecy." Much like now; Light was reluctant to think on that though. Were thoughts thread, he would have enough to content even the most ambitious of weavers. Rather than dwell on them, he chose to distract himself, clasping Teru by the nape and allowing the texture of his hair to dance silky patterns along his knuckles. "Teru, I'm…..I'm frankly in awe. You'll have to forgive any confusion I cause you. But it's…this…I've suspected how you felt for quite a while, yet it's an entirely different matter to actually hear it spoken! All this time, I've been wondering. Do you, don't you? My dreams were filled with the longing that you could care for me more than your position required. I prayed every night that your feelings for me were true, that I wasn't alone in my desire. And now, to have the truth laid so quickly upon me-" Light gasped, overwhelmed by it all. Gulping down a hasty breath, he searched Teru's face. "Surely you understand?"

Any worry seemed to be smoothed clear, and the elder carded his fingers through Light's hair, disarraying the neat style. "Oh Light. You need never worry over my feelings for you. I will always love you. You are my Prince. My beloved. There is nothing about you that I don't cherish, and the day that ever changes shall be the very same that Navra never sees another snowflake." Offering a lulling smile, Teru kissed his brow. Odd. Light had never paid much attention to the difference in their heights, but the man practically towered over him, always a protective presence. It was endearing, as were his touches. "However…."

However? Light pulled away, anxious. "Yes?"

The tips of pale fingers slid down and caressed his jaw. "I'm afraid, beloved, that I can't understand. For you have yet to share whether or not my feelings are returned." Moving on to his chin, the brunette cupped it and lifted Light's face, nothing but wonderful, selfless love in his eyes. "Perhaps if you were to share such knowledge, I would be able to change my mind?"

Light stared back at him, stunned at his own blindness. While he'd been gaping over Teru's confession, he'd never bothered to admit his own feelings! Astounding. As a prince, he should have been far more in tune with other's needs. It was his duty to serve those he ruled, bring them peace of mind, happiness. And when the needs belonged to his guard and love, that made his impetuousness all the greater. How could he not have said anything?

"If it's knowledge you want, then you've come to the right person." Smoothly stepping away, he looked at the night sky, admiring its celestial blues and twinkling stars. Such beauty was never rare in Delaurore, but for the sheltered prince, it was a blessing all the same. One of those entrancing sights he never had much chance to enjoy, and from childhood had often times been denied him. Not anymore. Everything had begun to change when Teru had waltzed into his life. That day in the orchard had been the spell, working its seductive magic. The winter, a gift in its opportunity to explore his newfound feelings. Yet all of it seemed but a blur now that he stood here, with the one he loved at his side, and the knowing that, indeed, he was adored. Cherished. Love had lured its way into his being; all he could do now was follow its lead, dance the waltz of their ardor.

And so Light steadied himself, hands clasped behind his back. He could do this, for there was none more important to him than Teru. None. Not his father, mother, sister. Not the council, servants, nor any of the kingdom. Call it selfishness, but it was the truth. He would always harbor love for his family, and he was dedicated to his people, yet his heart truly belonged to the handsome brunette. Which meant there was only one thing to be done, fears be damned.

"Teru….I believe we both know that my feelings for you far surpass those I masquerade."

"Indeed. As do my own."

Patience radiated from the taller male. He was the very picture of calm, gaze on the night above. Stars glittered in his eyes, reflecting their natural golden shadows. To Light, it was the same as staring into the heart of a cave, with only crystals to guide his way. Were he not careful, it would be easy to lose himself in their depths forever wandering the dark abyss. An unjust fear. Teru would never allow him to be lost. "Yes. You've made that abundantly clear. And I can't stress enough the relief you've given me. It feels as if a weight has been lifted from my shoulders." Truly, it did. The strain of his crown and all that came with it was still present, but there was a feathery feeling in his chest. Light felt as if he could dance across the clouds. All thanks to Teru. The only man, person, who had ever made him feel such things. The only one...for him.

"Light."

A soft incline of his head stopped the man from speaking any more. Light wasn't sure he would manage his confession, were Teru to keep it up. The temptation of his arms and lips was too great. "Have patience with me. I'm trying." He would succeed. Grappling at the thought, he schooled his expression into something pleasant, if aloof. Just because he was going to share his love for Teru did not mean he had to appear as some besotted damsel. Nor would he ever. That was below him. "You want to know whether your feelings are shared? Well" he fumbled, stilled his tongue. Deep breaths. Slow, easy...there. Light smirked, just a little. He could do this. He was a prince, the rightful heir to Delaurore. There was nothing to fear. Teru had already shared his love; it should be easy to do the same. They were joined by their affection. Nothing would change that. "Teru...I can safely say yes. They are returned."

"Are they?" Teru's mouth hitched with a smile, however faint. "Is that all?"

He could tell him he loved him. He could speak the words, as they'd been spoken to him. Light opened his mouth, but all that came out was a soft "yes." Disappointment stabbed a shard straight through his chest, brittle and breaking to pieces. Why couldn't he say it? He loved Teru! Telling him their feelings were shared was the same as a confession, wasn't it? The worst was behind him! So why- "Teru, I,"

Fingertips caressed his hand, turning it every which way. "If you truly feel the same, may I beg a boon of you?"

"A boon? Teru, I wasn't finished-"

"I know." Lips touched his skin. "All the same, I would beg favor. The boon?"

Light lifted a brow. He'd managed a pathetic excuse for a confession, yet Teru was begging him for a boon? Oh, his ever illustrious protector. Such an elegant nature was becoming. It was no wonder he'd thought him a noble. As it was, he was hardly ill bred. "Teru, you aren't a commoner. Don't speak as if you were." Brushing aside his bangs, he glanced towards the glowing moon, enjoying its cool beauty. He was willing to deny himself an opportunity to hear the words he'd willingly gifted, and all he asked in return was the favor of his prince. Light closed his eyes. What had he done to have such steadfast ardour? Did he even deserve it? "Very well. Tell me, what is this boon? I warn you though, I can't promise to grant it."

Teru simply kissed his fingers again. "Your presence is gift enough. But I think this wish you can grant." Lingering on Light's hand, he fell quiet. He hardly needed a moment to muster his courage, or find the words to speak. The silence was merely peaceful, and offered them time to breathe. Time much needed. Light certainly had plenty to dwell on, as did they both. Yet the silence wasn't meant to last forever. Words were ready on Teru's tongue, half whispered into the air, and then music slowly filtered down the steps to the gardens, swirling around them. He looked towards the palace, eyes narrowing in thought. He'd never shown a hint of irritation in all the seasons Light had known him, yet he swore it was there now, glinting within his gaze like a finely sharpened sword. "...I imagine they've noticed your absence by now."

Following the coast of burnt umber, the prince frowned. "It's been quite a while. I'd be surprised if they hadn't." Especially his father. In fact, the entire ballroom was likely full of people noticing his disappearance. Delegates, advisors, attention seeking females...Light shuddered. "I should return to the ball before they send out a brigade."

"Or the entire royal guard."

There really was no out of it, was there? He had to return. "Damn." Teru shot him a shocked look, but Light had no patience for chastisement. This was a perfect time for improper language. Not only had he errored in his chance to confess his love, but he hadn't even had a chance to hear Teru's boon. Disgraceful. "Don't give me that look, Teru. It doesn't suit you." Fixing his cuffs and hair, he stiffly nodded to the brunette, heading to the stairs. "Perhaps if I'm lucky, they'll merely assume I was off pandering with some woman." Not that such rumors were pleasant, but it might keep a few of the harpies off his back.

His boot had just touched the top step when a tender "wait," summoned his attention. Looking back, he saw Teru, waiting at the staircase's middle with a hand extended. And his face-not even angels could have created something so complex. It was as if every emotion Teru wanted to voice was there, orchestrating a symphony of need and compassion. "Wait," he repeated. "Light."

"Teru, I can't. You said it yourself! The entire royal guard is likely searching for me! I can't linger."

"It won't be for long." Climbing the steps and reaching for him, he caught Light's arm when he attempted to turn away. "You said I could beg a boon, did you not? I'm loathe to believe a man of your station would ever go back on his word." There was a smile on Teru's face as he faced his auburn prince, though Light looked reluctant to return it. "One boon, as promised. Please hear me out?"

Well...it was Teru. The man had professed his love when he'd been unable to do the same. At least he could hear his words, mayhap grant them too. "Very well. But hurry. We don't have much time."

"There's time enough for this." Tilting an ear to the music that even now wafted through the balcony doors, he bowed low at the waist, radiating a natural charm no one could resist. Not even Light, who stared in shock, hesitantly placing his palm on Teru's. "It's too fine a spring night to not enjoy a dance, don't you think? And I've heard many rumors that your dancing is the most graceful in all the kingdom. There is no match alive for your poise and skill." Bringing the hand to his shoulder and clasping Light at the waist, Teru chuckled. "I would like proof of those claims. That is my boon, and dearest wish." A half surprised, half pleased noise left tan lips as he nestled the whorl of Light's ear, murmuring inside. "Dance with me, Light."

"Dance..?" His thoughts wandered for a moment, and he only looked at his lover, doe eyed and feeling the warmth of Teru's hands seep through his coat. Dancing. He wasn't particularly partial to it, but it was an art he'd mastered young. Not only because he was a prince, royal blooded and master of the graceful talents. It was challenging. Required constant thought, yet a spirit and adoration his education always stifled. With the wrong partner, a waltz could be but a parody, mockery in its finest. Teru-nothing they performed together could be anything less than magnificence. "If that is your request, so be it." Light touched him, squeezing his fingers and shoulder. Gentle confirmation. "But can you keep up with me, Teru? Perhaps things are different where you come from, but in Delaurore our guards don't receive an education in dancing." Batting his eyelashes, he simpered. "I'd hate to see you make a fool of yourself."

A smirk teased, threatened to appear. Teru didn't allow it. There was no dampening the smolder in his eyes though, and he stepped into the music as if he'd been born to it, guiding them into a waltz. "Your concern for me is touching, but I assure you, there's no cause for worry." Their steps shifted, surprising Light. Most fumbled with a mere four step. Not Teru. He glided them across the marble like they were feathers floating on the breeze, notes cascading upon their ears and twinkling bright as diamonds. They could have been the dancers in a music box, waltzing so perfectly to the tune inside.

Strange, for Light was rather used to playing the lead, as his former partners had all been female. One his own mother, the beloved queen. Yet he was happy to acquiese control, allowing his dear captain to spin him, dip him, press their forms together until he was engulfed it sweet warmth. If it had a flavor, he'd harken it to chocolate. Rich, lulling. Perfection. Lifting his eyes, he admired the pale vision above him, his dark hair crowned in a silvery halo. He didn't appear pure, like some naive maiden, and neither was he necessarily a devil, seeking only his own ambitions. But Teru was special. Charming, intelligent, resplendant; sheltering, comely, and always a guiding force in his life. The magic Teru had brought him was something he would never forget, or willingly reject. For he loved him. Without a doubt in his mind, he knew he loved him. And how could he not? Was it even possible, now that he'd accepted his feelings, to consider a world where they didn't exist?

No. It was not.

"Teru. I think I,"

The music stopped, and so did he, nervously clutching Teru's hand. Warm irises turned from him, as if summoning another song, which would certainly be a welcome distraction. A distraction that would likely silence his tongue again. He couldn't afford that. Light loved Teru. His protector, companion. He'd admitted their feelings were shared, but that wasn't the same. He had to tell him the truth. He had to. It was the right thing to do, for both their sakes.

"I fear our time together is at a close." Releasing him, the elder shifted his attention to Light again, and frowned. "Light? Is something wrong? Surely my dancing wasn't that distasteful. I know my prowess is nothing compared to your own, but-"

"That's not it." A lifted hand silenced him, Light's smile pained, loving. If the guard could read him as well as he thought he could, then there would be no question of what Light wanted to say. The words were practically calligraphy across his smooth, supple flesh. Stressing his brow, melting rivers into the chocolate that was his gaze. The very epitome of exquisiteness, or so his subjects liked to say. Even the faraway kingdoms told tales of his beauty, and the fame of his silken tongue. He would be a good king. A wise ruler. But his thoughts weren't on those things, for they brought him nothing but irritation, and, less rarely, despair. Light didn't want to think about that. Teru was here, and he was in his arms, the one place he longed for. Here, he could speak. Prevail.

"Teru." Drawing in a steadying breath, he stepped back and cupped a pale cheek. "You know your feelings for me are returned. But that isn't enough. You have the right to more." Caresses with his thumb made the captain smile, and he pecked the pad of his thumb, keeping his own hands clasped behind his back. Patiently awaiting? Certainly. For what? Light felt he could guess. Teru wouldn't touch him without permission. Until he spoke his peace. It was rather comforting, to have such a tolerant man as a lover. One day, he might thank him for it. But for now...sighing, he licked his lips. He could do this. He could do this. "It's time you knew. Teru...I lov-"

"Light! Is this where you've been hiding? Everyone at the ball has been asking after you son!"

He jerked his hand away, wheeling around. In the doorway stood his father, regally attired and grasping a ceremonial sword in his right hand. He looked irritated, and stressed, the glints of silver threaded throughout his hair standing stark in the moonlight. But the prince hardly cared about this. His father! He was right there! Had he seen anything? Did he know? "F-Father!" He sank into a formal bow, noting Teru quickly fall to one knee at his side. Light's guardian or not, he owed respect to the king. And they were in a precarious position. If King Soichiro had seen anything... "I didn't realize you were standing there." Light curbed his tongue, which was anxiously wet with questions. "I apologize for my long absence, but..I..."

"The Prince felt a small reprieve was in order, before he tended to the rest of his duties." Teru spoke from his perch, head lowered. From the corner of his eye, the brunette saw a flicker of irritation in the way his guard's mouth thinned, forming his typical stoic mask. He wasn't any happier with the interruption than Light was. He was likely just as worried too. "Please, your Majesty. If he was away too long, the blame is mine. I asked him to take his time. The Prince was feeling a tad faint, and the fresh air helped." Waiting for proper allowance, he rose from his kneel and gestured to the brunette at his side. "That's not an issue, is it? After all, I believe we can both agree that Prince Light's health is what's most important."

Light grimaced. He wasn't a woman, susceptible to woozy spells! But, if it led his father astray, then he really couldn't complain. "...the Captain is right. Father, I only needed a few moments to catch my breath. It can be very hot in the palace, especially in such crowded surroundings." Feigning the act of blotting his brow, he offered a pleasant smile, joining the king at his side. "I'm well now though. Shall we return? You said the delegates wanted to speak with me, after all."

"Well...yes. Of course." A hint of suspicion colored his words, but Soichiro caved, clasping Light on the shoulder and steering him towards the balcony doors. Said prince hid his nervousness, following along. He didn't want to. At all. He wanted to stay with Teru, and he was furious that his confession had been ruined, yet again! But Teru was on their heels, at a respectable distance, of course, cape fluttering and impassive features cool. Alert. He was listening to every word they said. Which was well enough, for the king was still talking, listing all of the things Light still had to do that night. It was quite lengthy, and the prince was only half listening...until he picked up on the next few words. "Light, you must remember to introduce yourself to the Princess of Navra. She's been patiently awaiting your return, and I must say, is quite the rare beauty. You two will make a wonderful pair! I'm sure the kingdom will flourish under your-"

"...pair?" Light halted dead in his tracks, horror robbing his color. Pair. Pair. It couldn't be. Not now. He and Teru had only just-no, please. "Father, what do you mean, pair? The Princess and I-we're not..?" No no no! Please. He looked at Teru, who was stoic. But his eyes...oh, his eyes. The panic there was infectious. "Father, explain yourself!"

Soichiro stared at his son, confused. He didn't even seem to notice the glances shared between them, or how Light's hands trembled as he gawked, completely pale, feeling sick and nauseous and ready to collapse. This just couldn't be. His father didn't mean what Light thought he did. What Teru evidently suspected. Right? It couldn't be! Impossible. He couldn't believe it! He-

"What's there to explain? Son, isn't it obvious?" His fingers squeezed Light gently on the shoulder, assuring him. Or trying to, at any rate. "The Princess of Navra is your intended. Your future bride. It's all been decided. The delegates and I signed the contract, tonight." Soichiro drew him close, a fatherly hug. To the shattered teen, it was nothing but hurt, and ruined dreams. "You'll make her a wonderful husband. I just know it."

Behind him, the silence wafted. Teru was like stone, or marble, but he craned his head in a stiff, jerky bow, eyes closing. "As do...I. Congratulations, my Prince. This truly is a momentous occasion." Shifting away from them and bowing, he walked back down the steps spine stiff with pride. Only the clench of his fingers into tight fists gave away what he was feeling. Light imagined it was the same agony surging in his chest. "Your Majesty. If you need me, I will be at my post. My Prince….I do hope you enjoy the rest of the party."

He couldn't...Light watched him go, choking back a sob. Whatever happened to spring being about new beginnings? Was this punishment for his longings? His desires? Was he being now punished for his slights? The thoughts drilled through his skull, but he forced an obedient nod, even as his heart was shredded in two. Oh god...why? Why was this happening? "Thank you...Captain. I'm sure I will. Father, I-" tears stung in his eyes, yet he forced them away, smiling at the elder gentleman. "I'll speak with my intended right away. If it as you say, our match will benefit both Delaurore, and Navra."

This pleased the king. He gripped Light again, egging him into the ballroom. "She really is lovely, Light. You couldn't do better."

Yes he could. He had done better! Teru was far more perfect for him than a Navra witch! Light couldn't imagine a better match, no matter how much time or space came between them. They were in love. He loved Teru! So how could he now have a bride? Why was this happening to him-them? Why?! WHY?!

His throat ached. The brunette turned away, praying no one saw his face crumple in agony. "Yes, Father. I'm sure you're right."