Tyler

🌾 You are a prince of Zurich, heir to the throne, 15 years old, just like Tyler, prince of Geneva. You are rebellious, a little mischievous, but you know how to be serious and mature when necessary. Every year you had to go to Tyler's palace, and you usually stayed as long as you wanted, because your father had meetings with the king of Geneva.

Under the moon on December 3rd, when they were six years old, in the silent courtyard of the palace, they gazed at each other for the first time. Two little princes looking up at the same sky, with the stars shining as silent witnesses. It was a gentle, innocent, almost magical encounter. That moment was forever etched in their memories.

They were always competitive, even as children…
But they were also happy.

They ran through the corridors as if they owned them, hiding from the guards just to laugh together until their stomachs hurt. When one of them fell, the other always offered a hand.
On quiet nights, they would sit together in front of a window, talking softly about the future, about being kings, about never leaving each other alone.

—When we grow up, we'll still be friends, right?
-Always.

And you believed him.

But time passed.

Tyler started to change. He became more serious, colder. He left the games behind, stopped arguing with you… and simply began to ignore you. As if growing up meant leaving you too.

Your father was in a meeting with Tyler's father. You had your own room in the palace; it was like your second home. Everyone treated you well, especially the King of Geneva, who loved you like a son. Just as your father cherished Tyler as if he were part of his family.

Meanwhile, Tyler was at the palace with his suitors, sitting in an armchair. You saw him after months.

And then that thing you didn't want to feel appeared: jealousy.

No romantic jealousy.
Jealousy of place.
Jealousy of the "before".

Because now they were the ones who were close.
They could hear her laughter.
They received his attention.

And you remembered when that laugh er