Sora was happy to wake beside his mute lover. Though he had yet to learn his name, and assumed he never would, he felt the two of them had always been one, destined to find one another, since they first knew consciousness. He could not explain or even understand his deep connection with someone he had only known a few short weeks nor had he any desire to wonder how it could have come to be. It was what it was and it was the unknown missing piece to Sora’s being.
Being away from his new love was difficult. If he went too long without being with him, his body ached and his mind warped; it was torture, physical and mental, to not be together. Though the separation was harsh, all pain faded away the moment he was in his beloved’s arms. He thought it was love. Tidus disagreed.
He wished he could convince his brother that he and his nameless bedmate were meant to be more than the palace secret but Tidus would insist there was something dark at work and seemed determined to end the affair.
Pushing his brother’s doubts from his mind, Sora kissed the back of his sleeping lover’s head and wrapped his arms around him. He breathed him in and shivered as the heat traveled through his veins. Everything was perfect, no matter what the naysayers claimed. And come daylight, he would bring him outside the castle walls and show the world the face of his one true love.
* * *
Tidus paced back and forth, hands moving wildly with anger and confusion and worry as he ranted to the empty room. He knew the strange boy was plotting and was determined to find out what he was after before it was too late.
“I don’t know what he wants but they all want something. I need to protect my family and my kingdom from the greedy, filthy miscreants who clamor at the gates, waiting for the perfect moment to strike and take my family down. If he’s not dealt with and thrown out of the castle, our treaty with Duband could be ruined. And that could lead us into another bloody war. Why does no one see this? How can mother and father be so blind to what is so damn obvious? Do they want to see the House of Snow fall?”
He stopped in front of the floor to ceiling window that overlooked the castle’s garden and smiled as a ray of hope appeared among the roses.
* * *
Antoni did not like clothes; he found them restrictive and ill-fitting and itchy and completely unnecessary. He preferred his peoples’ way; mer were comfortable and free and did not feel any need to hide their flesh underneath costumes.
Inside the castle, his propensity for nudity was tolerated. The servants had learned to just look away and Sora’s family was well versed in pretending they did not see things they did not want to see. But to venture outside the walls, as Sora wanted to, he had to cover himself. He knew the trade off was worth it; put on pants and get a private tour of the kingdom. Some alone time away from the rest of the royals would do wonders for he and Sora and push them closer to what Sora needed to keep his legs and his life: Sora’s everything, given freely and in love.
He stood leaning against the doorframe and watched as Sora pulled on his ankle length cloak. The look on his face when he turned and saw him dressed for the first time brought a bright smile to his face. Who knew wearing so much could give someone such thoughts, he thought as he read the lustful look in Sora’s eyes.
“You look amazing.” He pulled him in for a hard, hot kiss. “You look good naked or not. And I can’t wait to get you outside and show you off.”