Theseus hadn't entered the palace. He spent the whole night strolling the garden denying to go back into that room. After he had taken care of everything he needed some peace of mind. As peaceful as his insides could be after what he had witnessed.
As he sat in one of the marble benches, admiring the fresh grass, the newly brought spring he began thinking again. Cheating. That was a concept he had never considered. From the start Allias was his and he belonged to his king. He had never thought that a day would come where he would have to see the man he loved, leaving his mark on someone else. A stranger. Was this what he was missing? Those fleeting moments of excitement, that reckless freedom? Couldn't Theseus offer that? Was he not enough? He kept wondering without an end, his mind an endless maze of questions and doubts. If he had been a bit better, a bit more attractive, a bit smarter maybe he would have managed to grab his attention. Maybe…maybe…
