Union

It's been a month since he got married. I have the feeling however that he doesn't spend any time with his wife. He spends maybe more time with me, actually.

We have just been returning from a successful battle. Friedrich is really sharp when it comes to strategy, and this is one of the many things I admire in him. But in return, he would always praise me for my fighting ability, and he always let me take a look at his strategies before or during the battles. But well… Of course he does. I'm awesome, after all, remember? It seems like we rely on each other, and aside from being the first person I loved since a long time, he is also an excellent battle leader, and I don't feel alone anymore.

There's a big party and for some reason, the King, his father, is absent. The party is great but I feel really tense somehow, like it's always the case after a battle. Successful or not, men are dead, and it always make me cry, I can't help it. I feel how much they suffer, and I can't bear letting more lives go, especially not the ones who are born in my territory.

We all come in our bedrooms. It's been a long time since Friedrich stopped asking me for a story but it doesn't really matter because we now see each other all the time. And on top of all, we are making our own stories together, and having memories in common with him makes me really happy.

I get in bed and sleep immediately. Only to wake up in the middle of the night, screaming. I'm all sweaty, and I feel so scared I can't stop looking around the dark room. It's just as if my mind was frozen, and I recall my nightmare, again and again, the pictures running before my eyes and screaming all their horror. I hear quick footsteps in the corridor. Friedrich is there soon after and he rushes to my bed. He sees I'm trying to explain, that I'm lost and wordless, and he hugs me tight, rubbing my back. I should have told him I don't put much clothes when sleeping, and I feel my bare chest against his own clothed one. I'm sticky with sweat and he mustn't enjoy the feeling but he keeps hugging me anyway. It's strange to have him like this. I can feel his heart beating through the silky fabric of his shirt, and it's somewhat soothing. He must know I don't feel at ease after battles, because I often make nightmares afterwards. But this is way more than a nightmare. He pulls away soon.
"Did you have a nightmare?"
I nod.
"Prussia... What was it?
-I... You were dying! So... suddenly... I…" my mouth goes numb and I can't find the words anymore. He shushes me and embraces me again. This is kind of awkward, having him for the first time this close to me. I feel his long, untied hair tickling my neck.
"What am I, for you?"
I froze. This was the most awkward thing of it all. I panic.
"N... no, it's forbidden. I..."
I think we mutually agreed to get closer to each other, until our lips meet for a short while. It's warm, soft, humane, and I consider lingering in the kiss but I just can't. It's happening so quickly, in a way. My mind is blurred and my cheeks burn as I feel his lips moving softly against my still ones. I pull away quickly, despite the heavenly feeling. I can't avoid his eyes.
"Sire... We can't..." my religious education is getting in the way.
"God will forgive you, Gilbert." I shiver at the hearing of my name. "God will forgive you because he made you beautiful, remember about that?"
I chuckle.
"But then God will not forgive me, he says.
-You're lying! I answer immediately. Sire, you are beautiful."
He looks completely taken aback. Is everyone that dumb that they never told him? Then he laughs.
"I won't accept your compliment if you call me Sire.
-But, Si... Friedrich. His name sounds so sweet on my tongue. You are beautiful, Friedrich." He smiles. And then he kisses me again. It's sweeter this time because I allow myself to move forward, and I don't know what I'm doing anymore because it's passionate and only about instinct now. Kissing my future king is a great turn-on, I must admit. My eyes are closed. The only thing I feel are his lips and his warms hands on my hips. The only thing I hear is our huffed breathes.
"I love you, Gilbert.
-Friedrich... I love you."
He guides me until I lie on the bed, and he also lies beside me. He looks at me with passionate blue eyes, and he draws me tightly into his embrace. And we fall asleep. But just before, I can catch his words.
"You're my one and only awesome bride."

This chapter is quick too! I really enjoy writing about them and I think they might appear in a Gakuen fic I'm planning to do since a long time.