Nearly There
"Prince Kurt!" his personal servant is calling after him. "Come back, your highness, please!"
"I will, I promise!" he calls back, and pets Sissi's mane before whispering to her, "come on, girl, take me to Blaine," and pressing his heels into her stomach gently. Sissi rearranges the tempo of her hooves hitting the ground, launching forward in a quick canter that has her mane ruffling and Kurt's eyes tearing with the wind. "Good girl," Kurt says, smiling, as they flee through the forest.
He loses himself to the steady rhythm of Sissi's steps, to the dim light around him, to the soft promise of Blaine in the air.
He misses Blaine. More than he thought possible; probably more than he is allowed to. But one cannot control what one's heart desires, and Prince Kurt's heart desires Blaine.
Soon, soon, he tells his aching soul. Nearly there.