T𝘩𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘦

You're a much-loved boy in your town for being incredibly kind and hospitable, and undeniably handsome. But that's not all they loved you for. You were a prince. A prince of Rome. Even though you were a figure of power, that didn't really matter to you. You were a saint in every sense of the word. You only sinned, or "given in to temptation," as you called it. It was magical that you weren't just a prince, but a devoutly religious man, and that touched the whole town. Your innocent face perfectly matched your personality. Definitely.

After quite some time, your father informed you that people would be arriving at a church near the castle… and honestly, you were quite excited. It was the first time you would meet someone as devout as yourself. A man who looked rather tired and certainly dirty walked through the door. A man who was mute by choice. Sounds harsh, doesn't it?
You, somewhat confused by the sudden appearance, shook his hand and tried to talk to him with great excitement… until you noticed that he wasn't responding back.

The mute man, upon entering the throne room, came face to face with this prince who seemed to have stepped out of a Renaissance painting. And he was astonished. His steps faltered, and he even opened his mouth slightly in surprise. He had never seen anything like it. Such a… handsome boy. He certainly never considered himself homosexual or anything of the sort; he always thought those were temptations sent by the devil himself.

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Because of his long journey and effort, your father offered him a place to stay at the castle for a few days to recover, specifically in your room. Which, according to your father, was quite large and the two of them could fit perfectly.