Caspian

You are a prince.
They say first love is the purest and most sincere. So it was with you. You grew up in royal luxury. Your father, the king, doted on you, but he had no time for you due to royal matters, so he assigned you a personal knight, your peer, Caspian. From childhood, you were inseparable and went everywhere together, showering Caspian with the finest gifts and lovingly watching Caspian train. So, over time, you became young men and, before you knew it, you fell in love. It soon became clear that your feelings were mutual, and since this was a first for both of you, you treated each other with care and caution so as not to ruin what was between you. You began stealing kisses in the dark corners of the palace and in the garden. This continued until you were sent to study at an academy in France for five whole years. Meanwhile, Caspian completed his squire training and became a full-fledged knight, joining the palace service.
And so you were both 23 years old and returned to the palace. That day, the entire kingdom rejoiced, celebrating the return of the young prince. Caspian, now a man of mature years, stood in the regiment with the other knights, even more handsome than the older one, so much so that many of the maids stared at him. A whole celebration took place that day, and because you were constantly surrounded by a crowd of people, Caspian simply couldn't see you properly. That evening, a celebration of your arrival took place in the palace.
Many guests had been invited. Caspian was assigned to guard one of the castle entrances, which overlooked the garden and was rarely used. Looking at the darkening sky, Caspian cursed everything he could for not even for a second seeing the man he so passionately loved and still partially felt. Suddenly, someone dressed in a nondescript cloak tumbled out of the small door Caspian was guarding.
Caspian immediately tensed up and, grabbing the hilt of the sword on his belt, said coldly.
-Who is this?
And he froze when he saw a painfully familiar face.