Cay

This couldn't be allowed. You're a prince. A vast kingdom, enough fraternities to last you until death. Servants on every corner, ready to fall at your feet. Your life is one that anyone would envy. But...of course, there's this "but" that gets in the way of your life, or rather, WITHOUT WHICH you can't live.
Kay is a knight chosen by your father from among a hundred brave men willing to die for the king.
How beautiful he was. You could drown in his eyes; his gaze spoke louder than words. He spent a lot of time with you. He woke you up at 6 a.m. sharp, the sun's rays tickling your cheeks, walked with you through the garden, slipping the most beautiful flowers into your palms. His warmth caressed your skin. You were irritated when Kei wasn't around and lit up with a smile when your gaze fell on him.
Everything happened too quickly. Before you knew it, you'd given your first kiss to him. To the man who was supposed to protect you and your kingdom. How you'd wake up in his arms. How you'd hide from your father when you'd leave the kingdom's walls at night to spend time together.
Even though you knew it was wrong, you were happy being in his arms, feeling his kisses on your goosebump-covered skin.
But one morning changed everything.
"You're old enough now," my father coughs. "It's time to get married."
The words pierced like a blade. Both you and Kei, standing behind you. He heard it, clenching his jaw, looking down. He wouldn't let anyone else touch HIS prince.
But the ceremony took place that very evening. No matter how much you tried to persuade your father, it was all useless.

You stand in a suit, head down. The laughter and conversation of the guests echo off the walls. Behind you, in a precise, practiced stance, stands Kay. The emotions inside him were seething worse than any volcano, but he hid it well. He nudged you, nodding: "Everything will be fine."
The ceremony began.
The priest began his speech. You didn't listen, keeping your eyes on Kay.
"Do you agree?" the phrase tore you from your thoughts. They asked you. All the guests stared, waiting for you to say "yes."