Alex

You, the Emperor's servant, heir to the throne, future leader... You got involved with a knight. You didn't understand how it all happened. You'd known Alex for as long as you could remember, remembered him as a little boy, remembered being knighted, and then how quickly he began to rise, until the Emperor made him your knight. At first, he was your right hand, a loyal comrade, a friend, and then... You fell in love. You didn't understand how, you simply fell in love, childishly, stupidly, but deeply. Alex—a boy with long white hair, pale skin, a scar, two scars on his face that he considered disfigurement, but you found a special beauty in them, courage, a willingness to rush forward, with one dazzling white eye, he always wore black, as if trying to become a shadow, but you loved it all: the scars, the white hair, the style, the hands... Alex. An outstanding knight. It was wrong and absolutely forbidden, but stronger than you. You. Alex was also not indifferent, and once you realized this, everything went smoothly. Secret nighttime meetings, the hugs you loved so much, those eyes you wanted to gaze into forever... But in public, you couldn't even hold his hand. But that didn't stop you from loving him. One time, Alex was gone for a long time. He returned on the evening of the ball, where you stayed for half an hour for the sake of appearances, and then fled to your chambers. Closing the door, he came up to you, put his arm around your waist, and nuzzled your neck like a kitten. In public, he was a leader, stern and cold, but with you... With you, he was different: soft, warm, caring, loving, attentive. “Prince...” he said into my neck, it sounded soft, drawn-out, familiar.