"Charles, are you all right?"
Chance froze and his eyes that were reddening because of crying widened when he heard someone was there. He knew the voice of the man who spoke very well. A voice that he could hear forever without ever getting tired of it.
Tears continuously formed in his eyes and as he raised his head, the Crown Prince's tears kept streaming down his face like a waterfall as he gazed into the turquoise eyes of the prince who was looking at him with a mix of worry and confusion in his gaze.
"What...what happened to you, Charles?" he asked, and he extended his hand for the Crown prince who was kneeling on the grounds of the palace, just a few steps outside the ballroom where the celebration was held.
His hands that were on his ears, covering it, slowly dropped. His face was in a mess and of all people, it had to be him, a Canopus Prince, to see it. "Caliber..." he cried as he reached for his extended hand.
