Lucian and Simon remained alone in the new house Ronald had taken them to. He had excused himself almost the same second they got here, and was yet to come back.
"How does he know? Did you tell him about us?" Simon inquired the moment he was alone with Lucian. His voice was calm, and he had been curious ever since he was informed that Ronald knew about his relationship with the prince.
Lucian turned towards his squire, a bright smile playing on his face as he swiftly approached the unsuspecting man. Without warning, he pulled Simon closer and kissed him desperately.
Lucian's hands gripped Simon's shoulders tightly, almost as if he feared letting go would mean losing him forever. He had been worried sick the moment he woke up to find them tied up in a strange room. For a moment, he had thought that they were both going to die. And now that they had gotten another chance, he wanted to spend every second being as close as possible to the man he loved.
