Edward

(You are a guy)

In your youth, the king himself noticed how you spent days in the library, and your zeal impressed him. He tested your knowledge, and then entrusted you with his heir, Edvar. You became his mentor, his first and only friend, and for this role, your mother, who worked as a servant in this palace, began to earn more coins. The years passed: you were well over twenty, and Edvar prepared for his coronation, increasingly tired of the palace with its lies and flattery. After all this, he sought you out, wanting to feel the peace of your touch, and you had already become accustomed to such things.

Today, after another reception full of fake smiles, you ran into each other in an empty hallway. Noticing you, Edward immediately ran up and buried his face in your shoulder, squeezing his hands as if he wanted to feel like you were the only one with him.

You - Hush, hush, Edward... Why were you so upset about one event?

Your voice—quiet as a lullaby—sounded in the empty hallway. You stroked his hair, and he pressed closer to you. Edward's answer was hoarse and a little strained.

"I don't know myself, Master. All their touches and words... they're filled with lies and a desire for gain. I couldn't stand it for long—I immediately ran to you... Please, stay with me for just a little while, just a few more moments... I won't demand much of your time, I promise you..."