On the day of the summer festival. A formal ceremony was held every year in the castle, and a party that served as lunch was held in the hall.
Fernand was dressed in a brilliant military uniform woven with silver thread, and was outstanding in the hall. The women who pretended to be beautiful like him were surrounded by sweet honey like a butterfly.
As everyone tried to touch the white gloves of his dignified and beautiful royal brother, the prince, with his cool face, vividly evaded the invitation and whispered to Colonel Brundle next door.
"...Let's get him a gift for souvenirs soon. It smells like perfume and I'm suffocating."
"By the time I've finished drinking two glasses of wine, I'm ready. I'm at the mercy of all my love."
Fernand gracefully drank the wine glass in his hand, sending a protest line of sight to his subordinates. Suddenly he listens to the sound that fills the hall and admits his beautiful former lover at the edge of his field of vision.
"Nicole"
"Did you like it? My song...I made it with you in mind."
A delicate melody scattered in a gorgeous, majestic, and powerful... It was such a song.
"Does my image in you look like this..."
"Did you like it?"
For the first time, I feel the shadow of anxiety in the words that a beautiful composer says in a light tone. Fernand was shocked by the young man's uncanny thoughts that made him wonder why he had never noticed it.
"No... I just thought I was over-buying. I'm not as human as you think."
"Don't say that. It doesn't matter what I think of you."
Nicole with her eyes closed laughed in her usual bright tone. Fernand remains silent, staring at a young man who never tries to keep his eyes.
"Nicole..."
"It's silly to shake me. I won't comfort you if I cry later."
Fernand silently abandoned his back as he slammed his fluffy mouth and still left with an elegant footstep.
When the sun started to fall, Fernand finally arrived in the prince's room.
Waiting for him to arrive in the morning, the prince awoke from his bed and slipped past Miri, who had come to announce his visit, and rushed into the next room.
"... How about the prince, how are you doing?"
The prince was Pokan, and he was frozen with his mouth open. It was because Fernand was so different. The military uniform with silvery embroidered embroidery is magnificent, and it looks like a celestial man with a smile in a terribly neat appearance.
"Did you sleep as a good boy until I came as promised?"
The prince lied down to hide his hot cheeks.
"...Fernand isn't what he usually looks"
I don't want to be upset, and I have a blunt tone.
"Oh, it's a festival. So I got a lot of sweets as souvenirs. Hora, why don't we eat together?"
"..."
"prince?"
The prince looked down at his white nightclothes and tightened his mouth. I was lying in bed until a while ago, so it looked very wrinkled and wrinkled.
"...I'll change clothes"
"It doesn't matter, just as it is."
"... change clothes"
"So, let me help you."
The prince hung his head deeply and shook his head.
--Embarrassing.
When I was little, Ichi was always a "special day" when he dressed up for me. There were various occasions in the outside world, and the prince was dressed up in no matter who he met. I was taught that it was the manner of a royal family.
He knew in advance that it was a summer festival day today, but he said he would greet the visitors with a nightclothes... the prince was ashamed of his fault.
"I'm sorry... in a sleepwear"
"prince?"
The voice of Fernand is unexpectedly close, and the prince shrinks further. Then my warm hand touched my cheek.
"You don't have to worry about that."
At the edge of my field of vision, I saw the fingertips with the gloves removed. Yes, gloves were needed for a "special day." If there is one, I will surely prepare a jacket with a collar and a fan to hide my face, and then...
"Ah..."
The prince raised his face and bumped into Fernand's gaze as he looked at him.
"I... didn't have anything"
"e"
"I don't have gloves, a jacket, or a fan... I don't have anything. Ichi has prepared me so far."
Fernand's expression quickly disappeared. It was a cold line of sight, but the prince faced it without flinching.
"I didn't have anything, so I can't change my clothes... sorry."
"..."
"That's why I'm in the room...Fernand don't mind if I go somewhere..."
Before the prince's words were over, his little body floated in the air.
Suddenly embraced by his side, his sight shuddered and his frowning frowned, and a low voice squeezed Fernand's emotions.
"Your room is my destination"
The door of the bedroom was closed with a noise, and the prince closed his eyes. Following the sound of stepping on the carpet, the sound of the sheets gently rubbing down on the bed... When I opened my eyes, my thin, well-shaped lips were imminent.
"..."
"..."
I was staring at each other silently for a while, but then the moist breathing overlapped.
"I love you"
Fernan confessed with a screaming voice through his lip.
"I love you... I can't help it"
It was neither sweet nor graceful, and the sound of the voice was full of pain, driven by some impulse.