"You are Keith, of which has tricked mages and slayed dragons. The thief of my heart and the air from my lungs." Hunakai whispered, barely heard over the crackle of the fire. "But there is more to that, is there not?"
"Not much, I'm 'fraid. The life of a knight is not one for great personal gain." Keith whispered back. "But do you wish to know the flowers that make me smile, or how many fallen stars I have seen in these skies?"
"I wish to know as all you let. Which colors light your eyes and which flowers draw your gaze?"
"The sunflowers of northern Balmera are of my eyes, my love." Keith whispered, arms shifting in his Prince's hold. "For they remind me of you, tall and strong and always facing the sun."
His prince let out a huff of laughter, and Keith felt his heart soar. "Oh my knight, you wound me with your soft words. How has one such flattery to woo a prince?"
"You are but the only prince I have captured with my words, do not be afraid. And you have only captured me with your kindness." Keith pressed a small kiss to Hunakai's forehead, a soft noise escaping his throat.
He tried to not think of the chopped hair under his neck, or Prince Lotor's sharp yellow eyes.
Keith's days off were few in number and lengthened in days, and Hunakai was a prince who could leave the castle at any time he wished, so long it was not under the eyes of his mothers. The Queens of Nefara wished to not let their son be in danger, despite the insistence of being familiar with the lands.
So on days where Keith did not see the walls of the castle, he met Hunakai in commoner clothing just on the outskirts of the town that surrounded the castle. A basket of bread in hand, and a kiss to the cheek, they'll walk down the valley together.
Nefara was a beautiful kingdom, with valleys of stone and moss that were worthy of being preserved in a tapestry or even a painting, if one wishes.
"They say that the Fair Folk come here just to see the valley, and stay for the kind hearts of the people, know?" Keith finally said after several time units of walking. "In Taujeer they speak of great beauty here. But I do not see it when I am with you, my love."
"Ah! You make my heart stutter, Keith!" Hunakai- Hunk- gasped and clutched his heart. "Have you no shame?"
"Only for you, Hunk, do my words come indicted. You could convince even the most stone of heart to be kind. And yet I am in awe that you chose me to steal a kiss from."
"You stole mine, and I am honored that such a gorgeous man chose to be my first kiss." Hunk smiled. "Of you which slayed dragons and tricked mages, and stole my heart."
Hunk bent to the ground, pausing their trek. "My Keith, close your eyes for a moment, love."
Keith did as he said, and felt warm hands push him gently to the ground. Then those thick fingers push his hair back behind his ears, something tickling his scalp and smelled of nectar…
"Poppies." Keith opened his eyes, and gently pressed a hand to his hair to feel the flowers Hunk wove into his hair. "You like poppies?"
"They are small and feisty, like you." Hunk teased, pressing a kiss to the tip of Keith's nose. "And smell just as sweet."
Keith let out a laugh, the stems of the poppies itching his scalp. "You say I stole your heart, but it seems you have stolen mine as well. Have we traded hearts?"
"Perhaps we have, for I cannot stand to stay away from you." Hunk nuzzled a small kiss into Keith's neck, sighing. "I wish I could marry you, Keith."
Keith froze. Hunk wished to marry him. A inferior knight who was once a commoner of another kingdom. Hunk seemed to have realized what he said, and grasped Keith's hands.
"I wish to marry you, love. To have all the kingdoms know of the man I have chosen, and how brave he is."
"I wish to marry you as well, for the kingdoms must know of your kindness and our love." Keith leaned into Hunk's side, closing his eyes and breathing in the scent of poppies the field was covered in. "But you must unite Nefara and Balmera with the bonds of marriage, for the greater good."
"But let me give you a promise, Keith," Hunk grasped Keith's hands lightly, rubbing his thumb over the lighter skin. "Nothing, not even the bonds of marriage will keep us apart."
"The risk is high, my love. If we ever get caught, it would result in your-"
Hunk tightened his arms, letting out a soft noise. "I know. I know, love. But I will gladly take the risk."