Obsidian shards/fragments

The chapel on the border of the two kingdoms has long been their secret refuge. The cracks on the abandoned stone were covered with moss, and the tall structures were broken even at the beginning of the war - a war, the true reason of which no one remembered.
Obsidian silently threw off his dark cloak and sat down on a stone bench. Ego's fingers automatically touched the hilt of the sword, but the weapon remained in its sheath.
"You're late," he said quietly.
"Your guards are especially paranoid today, Obsy," Dushenka emerged from the shadows. The gold embroidery on his sleeves—the only thing that reminded him of royalty—was hidden under a simple cloak.
He sat down next to him and handed Obsidian an apple blossom. It was madness - going to secret meetings with the enemy, but Obsidian was irresistibly drawn to Dushenka. He considered it only a strange, deep friendship, although every time their fingers accidentally touched, the heart increased its rhythm, and Dushenka shyly averted his eyes, hiding his excitement. They both hid their feelings even from themselves, considering them simply devotion to the only close person on the other side of the barricades.
"Father is gathering new troops," sighed Obsidian, carefully picking up the flower. - This will never end.
"It will end," Dushenka quietly interrupted. His face became alarming. — The council of both kingdoms decided to conclude peace by means of a dynastic marriage.
Obsidian froze. He was not ready for this news, and the fact that he was not told about it felt worse than any wound in battle, but at the same time, the fact that he could be with Dushenka warmed his soul.
— But in both dynasties...
"...there are no other heirs except us," Dushenka finished, looking at him with despair and secret fear. - They decided to marry you and me. They consider this the greatest humiliation and punishment, which should break our pride for the sake of peace.