the prince smelled like woodsmoke and warm summer air, lying there in the sun, hair catching the light, looking like something more than human, godly almost.
it was odd to think, out of the two of them, he was closer to mortality, for once, he was lesser, not that he knew it.
a prince and a servant, a human and a god, one destined to rule one destined to serveone to die young, one to far outlive his love
but for now destiny and magic and responsibilities could wait, for a carpet of green velvet grass made a comfortable bed and the hot midday sun made it difficult for both the prince and his servant, his love, to stay awake