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Life inside of the castle was not all what people made of it. The rock walls of Jeremy’s home seemed enchanting to wandering eyes, it seemed like the castle itself had a life of it’s own, with lavish parties every so often, mainly every night that was an occasion seemed suitable for parties. Jeremy here has been a bachelor for far too long, as his mother would put it. She put it harsher than that, and her cold words seemed to slap Jeremy across the face. Jeremy wondered if he would ever be freed from the clutches of the Queen, the true ruler of his homeland. Jeremy pondered if he just did what she wished, if everything would be easier. If everything would make more sense. If everything fell into place that way, Jeremy may be able to live his life in freedom. It was a small possibility, and a weak one at that.
It was no secret that reincarnation was a popular recurrence between many. It’s said it’s the way the universe brought you with your soulmate. Jeremy had once asked his father if his mother was his soulmate. As the King put it, his soulmate was long gone from the hold of the earth, she was with the stars now. It was the saddest thought Jeremy could ever have, and it was not his own. Jeremy hoped that his soulmate would be someone his mother liked. Jeremy was unsure if he had even been born into the world before, though he tended not to dwell on it.
Jeremy had a few friends inside of the castle. A few outside as well. His handmaiden Christine Canigula was by far the closest person he had to a soulmate, but he knew that if they were truly soulmates, they would never have a happy ending. She was a beautiful woman, born into the life of a handmaiden. Her dark hair and dark eyes should have matched, though her eyes always sparkled with a love and happiness Jeremy wished he could feel. Even when picking out an outfit for Jeremy, she seemed happy with her work. He once asked her why she was so happy, never acting like there was a dull moment in her life, when there should be.
“Well, if I live life as if it is miserable, then it would be nothing but miserable.” Christine explained to him the night he had asked. “Do you remember when we were children, and we would practice your sword fighting? When we would always tumble down the hill, giggling the entire way down, and picking flowers from the garden?” She asked.
Jeremy knitted his eyebrows together, but nodded. The two were as close as two best friends could be. Jeremy trusted Christine with his entire life. Every moment was never dull between them in the days as children. They never had responsibilities. It was alright for them to play, laugh, and most importantly, it was okay for them to live. Jeremy had many memories of separate occasions of getting his favorite suit browned with mud, of picking flowers from the gardens for his mother, getting grass stains when he would fall, his sleeves getting torn by the blades of swords, and most importantly, being absolutely awful in combat, something he never grew out of.
“Well, I was happy then. I try to live in the moments I was happy, even when it seems like everything is dark, sometimes, you need to light the candle yourself.” Christine told him, brushing back a tuff of Jeremy’s soft brown hair. “There will always be darkness. It depends on if we want to light the candle to find our way to more light, or if we want to sulk in the darkness. So I ask you now,” Christine said, putting the comb on the table beside her, she stared into the mirror in front of them. “Are you going to light the candle or stay in the darkness?”
Jeremy wanted to answer with the candle, but he knew himself. He knew that he has not lit a candle in all of his years of life. Not since he was handed responsibilities at the ripe age of ten. That was seven years ago, and everything seemed to change. His mother, once seeming loving and kind, he began to see a different version of her. It seemed like she was like a completely different person. She became more hostile, she became harsher, crueler, colder. She seemed to be the one who blew out the candle. After the candle had been blown out, Jeremy was never inspired enough to light it again.
“You should sleep on my question. Big day tomorrow, after all. You need all the rest you are able to get. Tomorrow is the day you pick out a maiden to love for the rest of your life!” Christine squealed, She seemed so excited about it, she seemed so happy for him, maybe she thought it would make him want to light the candle. “I believe everything will come together by tomorrow night, at the ball. Jeremy, it will be wonderful! Even us servants are invited.” She gushed, smiling at him as he turned to actually face her.
“Christine, you have no idea about how much I will enjoy getting marriage out of the way of life.” Jeremy smiled back at her. She was right, everything would change. Drastically. He would be forced to love a princess from another kingdom, or a regular woman of his kingdom. He wondered if he was ever going to be happy with someone that he barely knew. Maybe overtime he would grow fond of his partner, then again, she could also ice over as soon as the marriage ceremony was over, as the Queen had done.
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Jeremy did not get much sleep that night, not after the conversation he had with Christine. He could only estimate that he had a total of two hours of sleep, it would seem impossible not to fall asleep to anyone not used to his bed. It was a rather large feather mattress, along with a few feather pillows. Everything in the bed was soft, and everything seemed to be easy to sleep on. Though, being used to it, it was easy to move around in the bed, tossing and turning as he struggled with the battle to fall asleep. He usually kept his curtains draped closed, to block out the sun or the moonlight. It also gave Christine a way to wake up her best friend without having to shake him.
As the sunlight harshly washed onto his face, Jeremy winced, rubbing away the sleep in his eyes as he sat up. Christine was still opening the curtains when he awoke. “Jeremy, the Queen and King have requested to see you at breakfast, before our guests arrive. I’ve drawn you a bath and have selected your best clothes.” Christine dramatically informed him. She giggled a bit before turning back to him. “Was that alright? I thought you would find a bit of comedy the best way to wake you up.” She smiled
“I believe it was wonderful.” Jeremy nodded, and he watched carefully as Christine’s smile grew.
“So, are you excited?” Christine asked, her usually happy expression being replaced by a bubbling expression with excitement and happiness, a mix that seemed very dramatic, but Jeremy knew was genuine. Jeremy scratched the back of his neck nervously, looking out of his window, showing the courtyard. It was beautiful, it lead into the royal garden, which went on for miles and miles. Jeremy would be lying if he said that he had never gotten lost in the gardens. He recalled many times taking guests on tours to the gardens, and ending up into the nearby forest, having no idea how he led them there.
“Well, not exactly.” Jeremy trailed off, looking down to his hands with sorrow. Christine frowned, her bubbly expression dissipating. Christine moved to Jeremy’s bed, sitting next to him after tying the curtain back to it’s usual state. She always seemed to be there when Jeremy needed to confide in someone, and Jeremy always did confide in her. Christine took Jeremy’s hands gently.
“Tell me your fears, Jeremy.” Christine said softly, giving a small smile.
Jeremy gave her a small smile back, clearing his throat and looking back down. “What if- What if this leads to the end? The end of everything? The end of my life?” He puzzled, for the first time in months thinking out loud. “I am afraid that my future Queen is a reflection of my mother.” He shook his head slightly, as if the thought was ridiculous. “As for your question from the previous night, I have stayed in the darkness for seven years now. It is unfortunate, but I am cursed to stay in the darkness for the rest of my life. Nothing will change that.”
Christine sighed a bit, gently tilting Jeremy’s head up for him to look at her. “Jeremy, please listen to me.” Christine prompted him. “There are chances for you to light your candle. Maybe someone will light your candle with you, and maybe you will meet her tonight.” Christine smiled, playing with Jeremy’s soft hair as she spoke. Jeremy reached his hand to touch her hair. He felt comforted by his friend, nodding a bit after she spoke.
“I think you could be right. I also think I am ready for all of this.” Jeremy smiled, a bit more hopeful after her quick peptalk. Speaking to Christine always seemed to clear Jeremy’s mind, put him in the right place to simply be himself. He thought of their conversations while in the bath, trying not to take so long and wrinkle up his skin. He knew for a fact his mother would criticize him over looking wrinkled, she has done so before and he would much dislike a redo of the entire fiasco. He got out of his bath before his skin had the chance to pucker, getting dressed in the clothes Christine had chosen for him. The blue silk was light on his skin, it felt as if he was wearing a suit made of clouds. This was certainly the more fancy suit he owned, although, Jeremy could figure out he would have to change for the ball. For meeting more people, something he tried not to stress over as he walked out of his room, playing with his sleeves.
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As he walked into the dining hall, he saw the food was yet to be put out, and that neither his mother or father were present. Hopefully it would impress the queen that he came in earlier than needed. What he did find were a few servants eating their breakfast before the King and Queen were to eat. He sat down next to the stable boy, Richard, or more commonly known as Rich and was greeted with a smile that was filled with overcooked eggs. Rich was another one of Jeremy’s closest friends. The two have known each other since they were children, and Rich had seemingly always knew what to do if something was bothering Jeremy. When they were children, it was drawing him pictures. Now as young adults, it was horseback riding, which both were lucky for, Rich being the stable boy and all. He seemed to wear the title with pride.
“Prince Jeremy!” Rich said, mouth still full. Rich quickly swallowed, before stabbing his fork into a burnt sausage. “Big day! Great day for the kingdom! This will lead into great decades to come once you begin ruling!” Rich exclaimed, putting the sausage into his mouth and chewing harshly. The lisp he had was prominent, showing up with every word that had even the noise of an ‘s’. “Families from all over are going to be here! Jenna tells me according to other maids, even the Mell’s are to arrive!” Rich grinned, swallowing mid-sentence.
Jeremy nodded at another one of his long time friends. “And will you be attending the ball?” he questioned, resting an arm onto the free table.
“Of course! All the women, and maybe even the handsome men, will be falling for Richard Goranski.” Rich spoke so confidently and unashamed, it made Jeremy’s eyes widened at the part when he spoke of men falling in love with him.
“Rich!” Jeremy hissed, his voice hushed. “You cannot just- Can you even- I do not think-”
“Well, it is true, like it or not.” Rich shrugged, cutting of Jeremy’s stammering. Jeremy’s face was flushed with a pink that Rich smirked at. “Maybe, a handsome man will fall for you.” Rich rose an eyebrow, eating another part of the egg.
“We both know that is not allowed!” Jeremy shook his head, his face mirroring outrage. Even if Jeremy were to want another man, it was impossible. It was punishable by death not to complete his duties as a prince, which included being wed, and it was punishable by death to lay with another man. “Rich, it is against the law!” Jeremy pointed out in a hushed whisper.
“Well, the law should not dictate what I prefer in my lover.” Rich shrugged, finishing off his food. “This was a lovely chat, Prince Jeremy, and I do look forward to the ball tonight, but do not let the law dictate who you are to fall in love with. There is always a way for love.”
Jeremy watched as Rich walked off, empty plate in hand, Jeremy’s face being left red as a tomato as the rest of the servants brought in plates of food, this time none of the food being under or overcooked. Jeremy buried his face into his hands, trying to get the redness to strip away from his face. Jeremy took a deep breath, finally deciding that he was more well composed than before. Jeremy waited for about two more minutes until his parents came into the dining hall. Jeremy wondered if the Queen was impressed with him, for once maybe he had made her feel a small sense of doing something right.
“Jeremiah, I am pleased to see you this early in the morning.” His mother stated, nodding a bit before getting into her seat across from him. His father took the place at the head of the table, and the royal family bowed their heads and prayed over their food before reaching for plates of a morning feast. “There is a reason why you are eating with us rather than being in your chambers until your afternoon lessons.” she hissed out bitterly as Jeremy cut though his food.
“Does it have something to do with marriage? Or the ball?” Jeremy inquired, chewing on his food carefully post speaking. She gave him a knowing look, but nodded.
“You will be able to choose from the ladies we have picked. The Valentine's will be joining us, their eldest daughter Chloe, and their younger daughters Amelia and Mary, although accompanying the Valentine’s will be Chloe’s handmaiden Brooklyn, since Chloe is picky about who gets to travel with her.” His mother internally reviewed. “The Dillinger’s will be arriving at noon, their oldest son Jacob leading his sisters Annaliese and Diana. Shortly after, the Mell’s will be arriving. I expect you to look your best for them, go after someone from that family, Jeremiah. Prince Michael himself shall escort his three sister Daniella, Madeline, and Silena. Be on your best behavior, bond with the brother to get closer to his sisters.” his mother ordered.
Jeremy nodded, muttering a quick ‘yes mother’ before finishing up his food so he could return to his chambers and maybe have a nap before meeting many people. He asked Jenna to wake him up an hour before he any guests came, and he slept for another few hours, thankfully.
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After waking back up and getting dressed in new clothes, he had returned down to the castle grounds, where he was instructed to be before their guests arrived. It fell in perfect sync, just the order his mother had described. First were the Valentines, who arrived in a line of horses, each horse different. The man in the front of them hopped off of a black stallion, five women behind him. He had a smile on his face, letting out a hand for Jeremy to shake. Jeremy gave a small smile, shaking his hand, though being more shaken than his hand.
“Alexander Valentine!” The man introduced himself enthusiastically, “King of Arcan. This is my wife Marie,” He gestured to beautiful woman in her thirties at least, with long brown hair and gray eyes. The woman gave a small node, getting off a white and brown spotted horse. “My daughters, Chloe, Amelia, and Mary.” He continued. Mary was the youngest, being at least nine years old. She had a missing front tooth and a large smile, her brown hair being pulled back into two even braids. In her arms she held a stuffed rabbit. Amelia looked around twelve or thirteen, her teeth were crooked and her hair was up in a bun. She looked more awkward than her sisters, her mannerisms matching Jeremy’s on a daily occurrence. Chloe seemed to be the oldest, and most judgemental. She had a glare in her eyes, she seemed to also be unexcited by possibly being married to someone. There was a blonde girl behind Chloe, she smiled shyly at Jeremy, though didn’t speak.
“And my handmaiden, Brooklyn Lohst. Do not forget Brooke, dearest father.” Chloe smiled coldly at her father, brushing a bit of her brown hair behind her ear. She was the only one who’s hair wasn’t done up into some intricate hair style.
“Of course, Chloe.” Alexander said coldly, every ounce of kindness leaving his face.
“The other maids and I will take you all to your rooms.” Jenna smiled, looking to the three others. They all nodded, and the Valentine’s followed him before Jeremy realized he had forgotten to introduce himself to the family. Jeremy, along with a majority of the staff, the only one being missing was Rich, leading the horses to their vastly large stables. Jeremy’s parents off somewhere else, trusting the young prince to greet their guests by himself, which as he sees now, was probably a mistake. Jeremy wrung his hands, looking to Christine next to him.
An hour had passed before the next set of horses arrived. Jeremy had presumed them to be the Dillingers, and had noticed that the King and Queen had not joined their children, leaving just three horses. Rich had returned by now, standing by Jeremy’s side. This time, Jeremy promised himself, he would not forget to introduce himself.
The man in front, who was about Jeremy’s age, and a few inches taller than Jeremy himself, smiled. “Hello! Prince Jacob, but you may address me as Jake.” Jake nodded, looking over the staff, the back to Jeremy.
“Uh- I am Prince Jeremiah, you may address me as Jeremy.” Jeremy smiled back at him. Behind Jake, two young girls got off their horses, blushing bright red. He heard mumbles about how handsome he was, making him laugh awkwardly and scratch the back of his neck.
“Jeremy, is there a place I can let my horse stay? Betsy does not like being away from me for too long, and doesn’t take a liking to anyone else.”
“Stable boy.” Jeremy heard Rich choke out, his lisp being more noticeable than usual. Jeremy looked at Rich, seeing how red he was. It certainly contrasted his usual confident demeanor, and for a second Jeremy wondered why until he remembered their earlier conversation. Jeremy groaned quietly, earning a shove from Christine.
“Ah! Neigh be you can show me the stables.” Jake smiled down at Rich, beginning to laugh slightly at his joke.
Rich however, started laughing hysterically. Jeremy honestly was not able to decipher if Rich was truly laughing or about to cry.
“That was so very hilarious!” Rich cackled, wiping tears from under his eyes as he took a few deep breaths “The stables are this way, your majesty- Highness! I am so sorry.” Rich sputtered, somehow blushing to a deeper red, most likely from the embarrassment of the slip up.
“Nonsense, Majesty is a compliment. One day, perhaps.” Jake smiled, being tinted a bit pink as well. He took his horse by it’s reigns, following Rich, who had the other two horses belonging to the sisters.
The older one of the two, a seemingly fourteen year old girl with brown hair and sky blue eyes smiled and gave a small curtsey. “Greetings, Jeremy.” she smiled, her cheeks dusted with a bit of red. “I am Princess Diana, it is a dream come true to meet you.” Diana smiled holding out her hand for Jeremy to kiss. Jeremy instead shook her hand.
“A-A dream?” Jeremy asked, laughing nervously.
“Of course!” her younger sister, who looked around twelve spoke up. Jeremy assumed was Annaliese. “You are spoken of everywhere! Across the earth!”
“That- is very, very f-flattering.” Jeremy smiled awkwardly as the girls giggled.
“Okay, well, Dustin will take you young ladies to your chambers now.” Christine spoke up, saving Jeremy from more embarrassment. As soon as the two were out of earshot, Jeremy breathed a sigh of relief.
“Thank you.” Jeremy breathed, hugging Christine.
Christine hugging him back, patting his gently. “I would not make a wonderful handmaiden if I did not save you from trouble.” She pointed out after pulling back from the hug.
Just as they pulled out of the hug, Jeremy turned to see a large carriage being pulled by four horses. The carriage was a pastel yellow, and Jeremy immediately knew it was the Mell family. He was even more nervous now, since his parents had so kindly told him to pressure the Prince to get close with Jeremy. Jeremy just hoped that they weren’t as intimidating as they seemed, even though Jeremy’s family owned several carriages as well.
As soon as they arrived, Rich came rushing towards them as his face was slightly less flushed, and his clothes were obviously fiddled with, along with his hair. Christine simply sighed a bit, turning her attention to the carriage. The driver had already went to open the door once Jeremy looked back, very nervous to see the last royal family. His entire face was probably flushed as he stuck his hands into his pockets and nervously tapped his foot as he hung his head.
“Hello?” A male voice asked, sounding moderately close to Jeremy. Jeremy’s head shot up, thankfully he didn’t hit the other with his head, but as soon as Jeremy caught sight of the man, Jeremy indeed understood what Rich was speaking about earlier in the day. Jeremy took in the other man’s features. His skin was extremely clear compared to Jeremy, there was no freckle or pimple in sight. His hair was dark brown, almost black, swooping upwards. The man’s eyes were the most beautiful eyes he had ever gotten the chance to see, being the most beautiful mixes and swirls of brown. His spectacles barely hid the color of his eyes, Jeremy wondering how such a person could resonate this amount of joy with just a look of question. It felt, in the moment as if he had met the person he was supposed to be with. Slowly, he felt his heart taking flight.
Jeremy realized he had been staring for a few seconds, his eyes darting back up to Michael, who he assumed was his name, and his lips. Jeremy flushed a deeper red before laughing nervously and backing up “H-He-Hello! Um- I-I am Prince Jeremiah, but uh- You may address me as Jeremy!” He said, standing up straighter than before, finding that he was a few inches shorter than the other Prince. Michael seemed to find his stumbling over his sentence endearing.
“Jeremy, it is a pleasure to meet you. These are my sisters, Daniella and Madeline,” Michael said, gesturing to one girl who was waving sweetly to Jeremy, and the other one ignoring him entirely. Jeremy wasn’t sure who was who, although they did not not look much alike aside from their eyes. “Madeline, at the very least, address our host.” Michael scolded. The nice one seemed to be Daniella, who shoved Madeline. Jeremy was unable to tell if it was a playful shove or an aggressive shove.
Madeline just rolled her eyes before speaking, “Hello J-J-Jeremy.” Madeline mocked.
Michael sighed a bit before turning back to Jeremy, making Jeremy go even more red when he looked at him with a kind and apologetic look. “I apologize for my younger sister’s attitude. She is still learning how to use manners and is not very happy with the subject of our visit.”
“Oh no! It is um- It is all okay, really.” Jeremy smiled awkwardly.
Michael tinted red a bit, so slightly Jeremy thought it must be his mind showing him what he wanted to see, turning back to his sisters. “And last but certainly not least, actually probably most, Sil-” Michael interrupted himself and looking around. “Silena? Daniella, did you happen to catch sight of where our youngest sister ran off?” Michael asked.
Daniella simply shrugged, though her skirt moved around on it’s own, trying to bite back a smile when it happened. A quiet childish ‘one two’ was counted and there was a pause
“THREE!” a child yelled, coming out from under Daniella’s dress. Jeremy now saw that the small child was another one of Michael’s sisters. She giggled happily while Michael picked her up.
“Silly Lena, you nearly killed me with fear!” Michael teased, tickling Silena’s stomach and watching her giggle more for a few seconds.
“I am sorry.” Silena apologized, calming down from all the laughter. “Is he the Prince?” Silena asked, pointing to Jeremy.
“Yes, Jeremy, this is my youngest sister Silena. Silena, this is Prince Jeremy.” Michael introduced the two.
Jeremy held out a hand for Silena. “It is an honor to meet you.” he smiled.
She stared at his hand blankly for a bit before smiling and shaking it vigorously. “You are very pretty!” Silena gushed.
Jeremy laughed a bit before pulling his hand away, while Michael rolled his eyes. “Silena, you would say ‘handsome’ instead of pretty.” Michael pointed out, though kissing his little sister’s cheek.
“Well! I will show you girls to your chambers and Prince Michael, Prince Jeremy will give you a tour of the castle!” Christine spoke up, smiling happily. Jeremy’s eyes seemed to protrude from his face.
“I will?” he clarified.
“Yes! Who better than the Prince himself?” Christine asked, pulling Jeremy down to her level. “You will be thanking me tomorrow morning.”
Jeremy blushed scarlet before turning back to Michael. “Uh- sh-shall we?”
Michael grinned, nodding enthusiastically. “We shall.”
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The tour of the castle went off without a hitch. It made them feel more comfortable, and Jeremy felt like he knew Michael for years, despite only meeting him in the span of a day. They had stopped at the castle library, Jeremy’s favorite place in the entire castle. It was emptied, and the doors were locked to have the whole room to themselves. Jeremy and Michael had been reading together, both reading the same book.
It had all happened so fast.
There they were, both of them laughing at a particularly hilarious part in the book, when Jeremy looked over to Michael. Michael looked more than handsome or pretty, he looked beautiful, gorgeous, even. He looked especially beautiful smiling so wide. Jeremy had stopped laughing subconsciously, staring at Michael with a look of… longing, it seemed. Jeremy heard Michael's laughs die down, as he turned back to look at him. They were so close together. Their faces were barely inches away from each other. Jeremy noticed Michael’s eyes not dart down away from him, but to his lips. Jeremy’s entire face went red before he looked at Michael’s lips. They were so close to kissing, and Jeremy couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like.
Then, Jeremy brought himself back to reality. Or attempted to.
“I- I have to marry someone.” he mumbled.
“I know.” Michael acknowledged softly, not pulling back. They were so close, Jeremy could feel the hot breath against his face.
“And uh- this is supposed to be- it is supposedly wrong.” Jeremy continued, trying to will himself away.
“Then why on Earth are you leaning in?” Michael teased, leaning in as well, just as slowly.
“I-I have only felt this way once as a child. It takes me back to a happier time. A time I… a time that I was happy in.” Jeremy explained. “Ever since you got here, I have felt that way. Giddy like a child. I smiled today, and it wasn’t a false smile. All my smiles with you have been true smiles. It is as if-if this is supposed to be wrong, then why is it so- ” Jeremy was cut off by Michael gently pressing his lips against his own, and for a second, Jeremy blacked out. He had forgotten how to move, how to breathe, but sure enough, he brought himself back to reality, to kiss back and to tangle his fingers into Michael’s hair, trying to pull him closer before he was pulled away from him, which could be any second. His heart decided to let him fly again, and Jeremy wondered if this was how birds felt, if they felt the way Jeremy did. Breathless, pounding heart, and all in all, right.
Finally, Jeremy needed to breathe properly and pulled away quickly, his face a deep red, Michael’s face being a near match. They were both silent for a moment before Jeremy started laughing awkwardly. “Well uh- the-the ball! I must- I should- good day!” Jeremy squeaked before running out of the library.
As soon as he left, he dashed down the hallway, turning at random cornors, nearly tripping on carpets, until he actually did trip and fall face first. Jeremy groaned a bit before seeing a pair of shoes. Jeremy gasped and scrambled black, and looked up to see Rich.
“Thank heavens it is only you!” Jeremy breathed.
“You look like you need a horse ride and a good talk.” Rich observed, nodding up and down. Jeremy stared at him for a moment.
“Wha-? What does that mean?” Jeremy asked, standing back up.
“Well we cannot have the talk here.” Rich scoffed. “You need a quiet place. My stables are always safe for everyone, always ready to have a conversation in.” Rich smirked, turning to walk back outside. For some reason only known by God himself, Jeremy followed.
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Once on a horse and far from the castle, Rich began speaking again. “Is it out of line if I ask you something personal? No, wait, I have known you most of my life. Of course it is not.” Rich laughed a bit. “Were you running away from a Prince? Perhaps… Prince Michael?” Rich said, wiggling his eyebrows.
Jeremy choked on air, nearly falling off of his horse. “It is a strong possibility.” Jeremy nodded. “We were in the library, we had a… a very intimate moment with each other.”
“You kissed him? As did I!” Rich grinned, “Wait, not Michael, but I did kiss Jake. And then some.” Rich clapped.
“You are so okay with all of this. You are okay with yourself. How did you develop such a state of mind?” Jeremy asked.
“I stopped caring about what everyone thought.” Rich shrugged. “When you stop caring, you become okay with yourself. You make you happy, not anyone else. Unless they love you, then make them happy too.” he elaborated.
Jeremy sighed a bit, nodding a bit. “You are right. But, I cannot be so selfish. I am a prince with responsibilities, I must be a servant to the people, I must wed a woman here, and not try to pursue something that-”
“Something that will make you happy?” Rich asked. Jeremy stared back at him with a blank face. “Just try, try to be happy for yourself. Even if it kills you, you deserve happiness. I do not believe I have seen a true smile on your face in years.”
“I will think about it.”
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Jeremy thought for the majority of the afternoon, which lead on into the night. He stood in the front of the room, overlooking the many people that came from all over his kingdom, and kingdoms surrounding for the ball in hopes Jeremy would notice them. Though, he only noticed one person through the entire night.
His eyes always seemed to wander back right to Michael, despite Jeremy’s best protests to look anywhere else, the red suit had made him immediately stare at him, until he was caught and he looked anywhere else.
According to Christine, his parents had left to consult the families that hadn’t came with their children, and Jeremy was thankful he would be, for the most part, on his own. Jeremy tried to look for Michael once again, had tried to seek comfort in the one person he felt like he could count on for comfort, even though he had probably screwed up everything he could possibly ever have with him. Jeremy continued to look, but came up empty. He felt confused for a split second before feeling a tap on his shoulder.
“Looking for someone?” Michael asked from beside him. Jeremy jumped a bit, his face reddening.
“What? You? Me? Looking? No.” Jeremy laughed a bit.
“Come with me.” Michael smiled a bit.
“The-the party, I-”
“Christine informed me she would have it all under control. Come with me, just for a moment.” Michael pleaded. All Jeremy could do was nod until he followed after Michael, once out of the ballroom, Michael took Jeremy’s hand and walked with Jeremy dragging behind.
Eventually, the two made it to a tower, one that Jeremy knew lead to the roof of the castle.
“We- we are climbing a roof to talk?” Jeremy asked.
“The talking is along the way.” Michael answered, turning back momentarily. “So, what happened in the library today, what you said- did you really mean it?”
“Of course, it is just- it is that I must be an unselfish ruler, and it is danger for one Prince to engage in these sort of affairs but- Michael, it’s simply deadly for two Princes.” Jeremy explained. They stayed silent for the rest of the climb up, eventually reaching the roof, both climbing through and sitting back on the roof.
“Jeremy, if I am to die at a young age, then I shall die being yours.” Michael spoke up quietly. Jeremy went red, pulling his hand away and wiping it on the fabric of his clothing before interlocking their hands once again.
“There is no possible way for this to work, I must choose a Princess to marry by the end of this week. You must rule your own kingdom one day, and if we were to keep this going, we would get caught.” Jeremy shook his head.
“You underestimate me. As if I have not spent the afternoon and evening planning this thoroughly.” Michael scoffed. Jeremy looked at him, mainly in awe.
“You- you planned a future for us?” Jeremy spoke quietly. In the moment, Michael looked beautiful as ever. His hair was being tousled by the slight breeze, the stars shining above them both lit his face, and the look of contentment made Jeremy smile back at him with a small smile of genuine love.
“Jeremy, I feel as if I have known you for- for a lifetime. Explaining what I feel to my younger sister, Daniella, she promised to make this work, and she is prepared to do whatever it may take to let the both of us be happy. She even promised to bear your child, maybe we could consider them our child. She’s decided if we propose to our families a unification of our kingdoms, we will be living under the same roof. We may live out our entire lifetime together. We may live a happy and fulfilling life, you may make your kingdom, your parents, even yourself happy. It is the perfect plan. But, it will only be carried out if you accept to agree to the plan.” Michael spoke.
Jeremy thought for a moment, and he was right. Everyone would truly be happy if it were to go this way.
“I will think about it. For now, I would like to watch the stars before returning to the party. I must at least speak to the other guests.” Jeremy nodded. Michael nodded back, Jeremy leaning into him as he felt the warmth of Michael’s arm snake around him.
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“I have no intention of marrying you.” Chloe spoke when Jeremy had approached her. “You must forgive me for what I am about to say, but my father wants me to marry a Prince such as yourself. My father also wants a wolf to bring him every meal, so what he has to say to me has no meaning whatsoever. Besides, your appearance is dreadful. It is as if someone hit you in the face, and you are not attractive to me as it is.”
Jeremy stared blankly before nodding. “I was just about to say Hello.”
Brooke, out of nowhere, appeared back with two glasses of champagne. “Chloe, need I remind you that we are guests, and offending the host is unwise?”
Chloe’s eyes seemed to soften at the blonde before she sighed a bit. “I suppose it is. But what has been said has been said.”
“ Chloe , I-” Brooke began.
“It is alright Ms. Lohst. The princess is forgiven. I understand where she is coming from.” Jeremy nodded. “Now please, you must excuse me for the time being.” Jeremy smiled nervously, finding a place that was anywhere that wasn’t there.
“Prince Jeremy!” he heard a shrill voice exclaim. At once, there were two young girls on his arm, Annaliese and Diana. Both girls smiled widely up at him, being shorter than him by a quite a bit. “We feared we never would find you! Where did you disappear to?” Diana asked.
“I- uh- I um- I was at the- the stables. Yep, I wanted to be assured that- that my horse was happy.” Jeremy sputtered.
“I hope Betsy did not frighten you! I told Jake that he should bring a stallion. He insisted on bringing Betsy. Every stable boy we have had has been unable to care for Betsy, aside from Jake, but he is a Prince!” Annaliese exclaimed.
Jeremy nodded for a moment, but remembered how well Rich had taken care of Betsy when they had returned after their short ride. “Our stable boy, Rich Goranski, I saw him bonding so well with Betsy. Perhaps I could speak to him about taking the job in your kingdom?” Jeremy asked.
“That would be wonderful.” a new voice spoke, Jeremy turning around to see Jake. Jeremy blinked for a moment and nodded. “Diana, Annaliese, what have we said about crowding someone?”
A sigh escaped Diana's lips, letting go of Jeremy. “It is wrong.” she answered, though Annaliese’s grip did not change.
“Annaliese? What do you remember?” Jake asked.
“It is not acceptable.” she mumbled, letting go of Jeremy as well.
“Now, both of you run along, you may share a glass of wine if you do.” Jake tempted. With that, both girls were off. Jake turned to Jeremy, a small, nervous smile on his face. “Would I be correct to assume that Rich has spoken about our relationship?”
Jeremy nodded, “You- you uh- yes.” he answered. “Rich is very uh- open. He does not have much shame in himself, which I admire about his character. If you want to keep things between you two a secret-”
“Just to the kingdom.” Jake dismissed. “My parents are hardly in the same country as my sisters and I, I certainly do not expect them that often. With such little staff, it gets lonely. Diana and Annaliese seem to always be together, and I usually do not have any company aside from Betsy. Rich works so well with her, and I finally feel happiness.”
“I understand that completely.” Jeremy agreed. “Well, I am sure Rich will be ecstatic about working with you in the future. He most likely would like a change in scenery. I hardly blame him myself.” Jeremy laughed.
“Well, I believe you should seek out your happiness as well.” Jake nodded.
“Pardon?” Jeremy asked, going red instantly.
“I did not mean to eavesdrop of course, I was simply going to give Betsy an evening treat, but I heard your conversation. I believe you should agree to it. Happiness is the most important thing after all.” Jake explained.
Jeremy only nodded at this. “I believe I have someone to speak to then.” he said, spotting Daniella and Michael, getting a smile from Michael and a curtsey from Daniella.
“Everything will be alright in the end.” Jake assured Jeremy, patting him on the shoulder. Jeremy smiled a bit before walking over to Michael and Daniella.
“Finished speaking to your guests so soon?” Michael teased.
“I would rather spend time here.” Jeremy nodded.
“As long as we are keeping civil with guests, nothing is wrong with leaving so early.” Daniella commented. “Have you given the offer any thought?”
Jeremy paused for a moment before nodding. “Yes. I accept.”
---
As soon as Jeremy spoke of his acceptance and spoke of Daniella to his parents over a letter, he could tell his mother was proud in the letter she had sent to him. Every passing day after Michael had left was spent receiving, writing and sending letters to both his newfound lover and his fiancee, who Jeremy had become rather good friends with. Jeremy supposed he wouldn’t mind the marriage or his future. No longer did he feel locked up in a dark cage. He had his candle lit again, and was free from the cage, making his way to the light with Michael by his side.
Dearest Michael,
While we await for the return of my parents, I must apologize now for any behavioral issues my mother gave you. She has not always been the best with keeping her temper to a minimum. If there is no need to apologize, we can pretend the beginning of the paragraph never was written. With more important things, soon the ceremony will take place. I have written my vows to you, I will be speaking to you. I also must include that anticipating your arrival makes me nervous, only because of more opportunity to be caught. We must be cautious, more so than last time. If one of us are to die over our love for each other, I believe we both can guess the other would refuse to go on without the other. I love and care for you the most in the world. I still wonder if you can remember the feeling of my lips on yours. I fear I did not express my love for you as much as possible in the duration of your last visit. I can remember every detail, you are never not on my mind. Whatever spell you have casted upon me, you failed to make it a curse. I never want to forget the only warmth from your hands, the feel of your lips or your hair tangled in my own two hands. I long for the moment I am able to participate in such acts, though I must wait for only several days, it is torturous to not have you by my side. You are my sun, giving off warmth and giving me light to guide me through the darkness. Soon, my dearest and most affectionate friend, we will meet face to face once more.
Yours,
J. Heere
Letters like those were written back and forth between them, though they came to a halt once Michael had started traveling. Jeremy read in the library, the same book the two read over and over again, trying to live in the memory of Michael once again. He traced the words on the page carefully, Jeremy’s lips curling into a smile as he was reminded of every kiss the two shared.
Suddenly there was the sound of a door opening and faint footsteps. Jeremy looked up only to see his mother, his smile disappearing and being replaced by a fake copy of a smile. “Mother! I was not aware of your arrival! I am happy to inform you of-”
“Your marriage with Daniella Mell and the unification of our two kingdoms? I have heard the news from the prince himself. He spoke of you fondly, I suppose you made quite the impression.” She said, and for the first time in years, Jeremy saw a smile that wasn’t evil, a smile that wasn’t false. A true, genuine smile.
He nodded furiously. “Yes, Prince Michael and I correspond almost as much as Princess Daniella and I.” Jeremy confirmed. It was the truth, partially. Daniella and Jeremy wrote each other often, though not as often as Jeremy and Michael. If the siblings had their names flipped, it would be the truth. Jeremy gently shut his book in his hand.
“I am proud of you, you’ve brought honor on the family. This marriage will be spoken of for centuries.” His mother gave a smile, one that Jeremy felt undeserving of. As she exited the room, Jeremy looked back down to his shaking hands, and clenched his fist. He took a few deep breaths to get rid of the feeling of overwhelming guilt. Jeremy put the book he was reading in it’s usual place, not ever wanting to lose it. He walked out of the library. Rich had already left to his new job for the Dillinger’s, the new stable boy being a Dustin, who initially was Rich’s apprentice. Jeremy wished he could speak to Rich now, though he still remained happy for his friend. Jeremy walked the halls, turning random corners to places he’s already been too, eventually bumping into someone.
“I- Jenna! I- uh- I am so sorry-” Jeremy began, helping her up.
“No apologies necessary your Highness.” Jenna smiled. “So, are the rumors true or false regarding you and Prince Michael?” Jenna asked in a hushed tone.
Jeremy instantly went red, laughing nervously. “No! Rumors? I do not know what you speak of! Rumors are always wrong!”
“Ah, so it is true?”
“Do not speak of it to anyone. You are a very, very reliable source of information.” Jeremy pleaded.
Jenna waved her hand. “I would never spread things of that subject, I do not speak of rumors on the subject of love and affairs as a rule of moral code.” she shrugged. “I wish you both the best of luck. I am honest when I say this, you deserve your happiness.”
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“Your letters has arrived!” Christine’s voice rang as she entered Jeremy’s chambers. Jeremy turned to Christine with a smile. “Letters from Rich, Princess Daniella, and of course, Prince Michael!” Christine smiled widely, giving Jeremy the letters. “I will be in the servants quarters if you need me!” she grinned, leaving the room. Jeremy turned back to the candle light on his desk.
He thought back to Christine telling him that he would one day light his candle again, and that someone could help him. Michael had provided the fire to light his candle, and had walked through the darkness with him since the last month or so. Jeremy tore open Rich’s letter first.
Dear Prince Jeremy,
Greetings dear friend! I hope life is treating you as well as it treats me. Prince Jake is quite the gentleman, though I have not seen much of the King and Queen. We spend our days riding together, and spend our nights with other scandalous affairs that no one should ever speak of. The princesses are thrilled for your wedding, and I know I was not supposed to be aware, although the union between two families and two special people is very exciting. If you are still the same, anxious prince that I know of, I know you will lock my letter away in a sealed box kept under Ms. Canigula’s bed, or will burn this message. I will never tell how I know of either locations. From the bottom of my heart, I am filled with joy for you. After all these years, you do deserve to truly smile. I would wish you the eternal happiness now, though I shall wait until I am able to in a few months.
Best Regards,
R. Goranski
Jeremy, after reading the letter through a couple of times decided he needed a better hiding place. Jeremy looked until seeing a box holding envelopes. Jeremy emptied the box, putting the spare envelopes on a side of his desk before neatly folding Rich’s letter and putting it into the box. Jeremy then pulled out Daniella’s letter, unsealing it.
Dearest Jeremy,
It is my best and truest happiness to be wed to you. When we met, you charmed me to an extent of no other, especially the night after the ball. I look forward to my nosey, pesky sister Madeline has finally looked away and has stopped reading. Regarding your last letter, it would be an honor to join you for tea in the garden. I have a story of Silena saved for the occasion, I know how much you adore her, as if she is your own. She loves you as well, she insisted on naming her newest stuffed cat Jeremy. As you may know, your parents visited. I have spoken highly of your dancing and spoke of getting toured the garten. If your terrifying mother speaks of it, please tell her I loved the lilies. I also sincerely hope you have lilies in your gardens. We must hide from Madeline, she has always been suspicious of Michael, and even more so since you have been invited into our lives. He has never spoke of marriage with a woman before, please urge him to seem less suspicious. He seems only to listen to you, dear friend. I know you love my brother, but he has no experience in hiding himself. I fear Madeline will get him executed. I am aware this is unlikely even so, but I still cannot shake the awful feeling. I care for both of you deeply, so please do me the favor of staying safe and cautious.
Sincerely,
D. Mell
Jeremy wasn’t going to lie when he said it, the message Daniella gave him frightened him a bit. Though, with slightly shaky hands, Jeremy was able to neatly put the letters in the box. Last one to read was the one he had been saving, the one he had wanted to read last so he could reread every word over and over again. He reached for Michael’s letter, listening closely for footsteps. Once everything was clear, he opened the letter neatly, not wanting to accidentally tear it.
My dearest Jeremy,
I am pleased to tell you, the day after this letter arrives I will be the next to arrive, along with my sisters and parents. I will not tell you what time I will be arriving, but expect me in the evening, or even expect me arriving under the stars. The night sky reminds me so much of you. It reminds me of every night spent taking in the view of the night sky. Every star, the moon, it reminds me of you. It reminds me of small kisses and safety. Regarding your last letter, your mother was not much trouble. She was very harsh, and a bit loud, but I did not spend much time with the queen. While in appearances you resemble her, your characteristics could not be more different. You are kind and sweet, you are loving, some of the time you are snarky, but most of all, you are mine, and I am yours. The moon resembles you well. If I am your sun, you are my moon. I shall give you my light to shine. You are mysterious and seemingly as dark as the moon, but you are a beacon of light through the dark light. No star could ever compare to your beauty, though your face is dotted with stars, splashed with solar systems. Perhaps you are the universe, disguised as the moon. Either way, dear moon, I look up at you and smile. We will once again be able to hold hands under tables, kiss behind closed doors, and I will get to trace constellations on your skin every night while you fall asleep once again. Thank the lord for Christine, without her we would not get away with lying in the same chamber. You mean the entire world to me, and when you are back in my arms, the world will be right again.
Yours forever,
M. Mell
Jeremy’s heart raced with every word he read on the page. He flew higher again rereading it a third time of the night, it made him smile, to think of his beloved coming sometime tomorrow night. After he had dressed in his night attire and had crawled into his bed, the last thought of his mind for the day was Michael.
---
The day was rather uneventful. Jeremy spent most of it approving a few wedding plans, he spent it mostly in the library as well, and slept quite nicely until he was awoken.
“Hello?” Jeremy mumbled, feeling to hands on his shoulders as he woke up. Opening his eyes slowly, he noticed there was light in the room. More importantly, there was Michael, smiling down at him, inches from him. “You- you are here! At last!” Jeremy exclaimed, waking up immediately.
“Hush!” Michael giggled, pressing a finger to his lips. “You will wake the entire kingdom, my love.” Michael said quietly, pressing a kiss to Jeremy’s cheek. Jeremy smiled as he grabbed Michael’s face, kissing him forcefully. Their teeth clashed and Jeremy’s hand awkwardly held Michael’s chin, but both were too ecstatic to care.
“You are here, you are really here and I’m not even dreaming. You are here and I am not imagining it.” Jeremy mutter once they pulled away, a large smile on his face. “I have missed you so much. Every day passed slowly when you were not by my side. It was as if I had forgotten what life was like without you entirely.”
Michael smiled down at Jeremy, kissing him again. “Life was never the same after I met you.” He replied, lying next to Jeremy. Jeremy could only smile, as he continued to pull Michael into countless kisses.
“I hope to never leave your side again Micah.” Jeremy sighed happily once their kissing had ceased.
Michael smiled, taking Jeremy’s hand into his own. “I will never leave your side again, Miah. That way we will stay together.” Michael promised.
Jeremy smiled cuddling against Michael as he felt Michael snake an arm around him. Jeremy closed his eyes as a wave of exhaustion washed over him. “I will be with you always.” Jeremy mumbled.
“Forever you and I?” Michael asked softly. Jeremy nodded tiredly in agreement.
“Forever you and I.”
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“You must get your vows correct!” Jeremy’s mother scolded. In the room with Jeremy and his mother were Michael, his father, Daniella, and Madeline. It was a mere week before the wedding, yet there was still so much left. “Repeat after me, again!” his mother snapped. Jeremy watched hopelessly as his mother walked towards him as she spoke. “‘I will protect, love, cherish, and honor you until the end of time. Our love may end our strife.’”
“I-I will pr-protect, love, ch-cherish, and-and honor-” Jeremy stuttered, though being cut off.
“No stuttering!” his mother scolded.
“I-I can’t do this.” Jeremy shook his head before walking out of the room. He walked continuously until he reached outside. He walked past the stables and into the forest. Jeremy walked deep into the forest, sitting down on a fallen tree. He promised himself he wouldn’t start crying, though the promise was short lived as he began to let his tears fall. Jeremy curled up into himself, he hated this loophole. He had to deal with his mother yelling at him constantly, but all Jeremy wanted was to be with Michael for the rest of his life.
As he wiped his eyes, Jeremy looked up and saw Michael walking towards him. Jeremy’s lips trembled as he stood up, flinging himself at Michael, holding onto him for dear life. They stood like that for a few seconds, before Michael spoke up again.
“My dear moon, do not let her dim your beautiful light.” Michael said softly, playing with a bit of Jeremy’s hair. There was a sniffled and Jeremy’s body shook.
“Y-you are the one who provides me with the light, glorious sun.” Jeremy mumbled against Michael. “Every other star in the night sky is envious of how bright you shine.”
Michael shook his head. “Ah, but you are a true one of a kind. There is nothing in this universe like you, you are beautiful and simply magnificent. Every human is baffled by your existence.”
Jeremy burst into more tears, increasing his grip on his lover. Eventually, Jeremy pulled back slightly, but did not let go. Jeremy pressed a kiss to Michael’s lips as he had done hundreds of times before while alone. Jeremy felt safe as the two kissed, he felt as if nothing could hurt him now. Jeremy sighed a bit again as he pulled away, going back to the safe embrace. “Before you I felt as if I would be in a constant state of anguish and despair. Christine once told me we all have candles that light us through the darkest parts of our lives to find the light.” Jeremy began, “I thought you were guiding me to the light. Now I see you are the light I have guided myself to. I have finally reached the light.”
Michael smiled, still playing with parts of Jeremy’s hair. “Well, I had already established you are my light. You are more than just that. You are my love, my moon, my happiness, my always, and most importantly, you are truly my forever.”
“Forever you and I.” Jeremy said, pressing their lips together.
“Forever you and I.” Michael replied once their lips had separated. Jeremy smiled softly, intertwining their hands together.
“What would I do without you?” Jeremy asked, smiling up at him, the only tears being cried out of happiness and love.
Michael gently wiped away the tears streaming down Jeremy’s cheeks. “Well, I think we both prefer never to think of it. Do you agree?”
Jeremy nodded, holding Michael’s hand to his cheek. “Of course I do.” he nodded. “We should go back, before anyone thinks more of it. We need to handle this with more caution.” Jeremy sighed, looking away a bit sadly as he let go of Michael completely, beginning to walk away. Jeremy felt a hand grab his, turning to look back at Michael and being greeted by lips on his own. Jeremy melted into the kiss, staying in the kiss for a few seconds that felt like hours. That was the thing about being with Michael, Jeremy discovered that time slowed down almost completely. He was thankful for it. Once they pulled away, Jeremy gave him a confused look, but it was crossed with a smile. “What was all that for?” he questioned.
“I wanted to see a smile on your face again, before it disappears again.” Michael explained. Jeremy’s face went red completely, Jeremy reaching to his face to cover his face and giant smile. Michael pulled his hand away from his face gently. “Well if you cover it, I will need to resort to kissing you until I can see it again.” Michael pointed out.
“Wouldn’t want that.” Jeremy said sarcastically. Michael smiled down at him as he kissed over his face.
“Prince Jeremiah Augustus Heere, you shall lead me to the grave.” Michael grinned, and Jeremy felt like he was flying. As if he had been put on a cloud, or as if his heart sprouted wings and soared to the heavens. It remained that way until the end of the day.
---
Putting each letter into his letterbox, where each letter he held sentiment to. Jeremy locked it carefully. He smiled down at his letters. Letters from childhood, on days he was not allowed to see Christine and when she would carefully slip a paper under Jeremy’s door. Or letters from Rich, mainly the letters being drawings of what exactly Jeremy was missing. A few more from Jenna, most keeping him up to date on everything that happened in the castle on his time alone. Of course, every letter from Michael and Daniella made their way into the box of treasured letters. After all, every letter in the box was special to Jeremy. Each one he held close for different reasons. It only made sense to give the letters to the most trusted person in his life, Christine, to look after them. She made a promise years ago when he began a collection that she would guard the letters with her life. She asked Rich to craft it, and designed it herself.
“Please, find another spot for these?” Jeremy pleaded.
“Of course. I swear to protect these letters with everything I am. Hell will freeze over before anyone else sees this box.” Christine promised.
Jeremy smiled. “Thank you.” he nodded. There was a knock at the door, and both turned their heads to the door. Christine put her lips together in a thin line, her eyebrows raised in an excited expression. She shrugged a bit before going to open the door, revealing a nervous Michael. Christine gave a confused look, but shrugged it off.
“I will be leaving you both alone now.” Christine nodded, exiting and closing the door carefully behind her. Michael rushed over to him, intertwining their hands, not meeting Jeremy’s eyes. Immediately Jeremy knew something was wrong.
“What is wrong? Why do you look so glum?” Jeremy asked hurriedly.
“It is over. All of this. They know, they are searching for proof of us.” Michael shook his head, momentarily meeting Jeremy’s eyes.
Suddenly, Jeremy felt himself falling. He fell from the Earth as quickly as he had flown from it. He knew this would end this way, he believed he was naive to believe otherwise. He shook his head rapidly, hot tears threatening to spill down his face. “No. No no no, we were so close.” Jeremy said, a voice crack showing through the first no. Jeremy couldn’t care less about the embarrassing voice crack. “This is not real, I refuse to believe it. We were so careful, so cautious, we were so-”
“Madeline followed us.” Michael explained. “She followed me to the woods and observed from there. Daniella informed me so I could tell you before either of us were dragged out of our chambers and straight to our deaths.”
“You must flee.” Jeremy concluded.
Michael let out a sigh, finally looking at Jeremy. For the first time, Michael was crying. There was no sign of a cheerful smile, no sign of happiness. Simply despair and sadness showed through his face. “My love, there is no place for me to leave. You know best I would never leave without you by my side, especially if I knew I was leaving you alone to die.”
“Let me be the one to die! You should live your life, happily with someone who loves you as much as I do. Someone who loves you most likely more than me. Someone who you love more than you love me. Someone who you see and become filled with happiness upon sight. No, someone who makes you filled with love and happiness just by hearing their name. That is the love you deserve.” Jeremy cried, tangling a hand into Michael’s hair.
Michael smiled sadly. “Have you not figured it out? You just described how it feels to be in love with you. I have told you once before that if I was to die at a young age, I would die being yours. I want to keep my promise. I want to die being yours because I am so, madly, sickly in love with you.”
Jeremy was at a loss for words, the feeling of flying as back, a if he was being lifted back into the air. He knew if he was to fly again there would be another heartbreaking crash to end him, to end everything. His love and his life. “I am also in love, and I am glad to say it is with you.” Jeremy smiled.
“Jeremy-” Michael smiled, more tears spilling from his cheeks.
“One last kiss? Before we are ripped away from each other?” Jeremy interrupted.
“Anything for the moon.” Michael nodded, and suddenly the warm pressure of Michael’s lips were on Jeremy’s own lips, and he returned the kiss as he soared high and higher.
Then there was a bang as his door was kicked down, entering two knights a second before the two ceased their kissing. The boys separated immediately and Jeremy began to plummet a quick but painstakingly slow fall. Jeremy watched as one of the two knights grabbed Michael, the other grabbing Jeremy. There was a harsh force used, but not to the extent of force being used on Michael. Michael tried to fight back, being kicked to the ground immediately. “Don't hurt him, please! In insist you use force on me rather than him!” Jeremy begged.
“We do not take your orders.” the guard behind him spoke. Jeremy tore his eyes away and watched as Christine was dragged in by her hair. She was sobbing, bruises and cuts covering her body and face. The guard holding her was holding in the other hand, Jeremy’s box of letters.
“J-Jeremy! You-You must- p-please forgive me dear friend!” she begged. “I wanted t-to hide them, I-I was too late! F-far too late.” she cried.
“I will always forgive you.” Jeremy nodded, feeling the weight of his hard drag him down faster, making him fall faster. He began to cry as well, being dragged out of the chamber and doen into the dungeon. Unsurprisingly, Madeline stood, proud of herself. Jeremy watched as Daniella marched down to the dungeons with them, standing tall with a calm expression on her face. Jeremy longed for her bravery in the moment.
---
The night spent in the dungeon was a sleepless one for all, as well as a quiet one. No one spoke, there was no noise except from the sobs coming from Christine and the small gasps from Jeremy as he cried. He could not see any of them, he was limited to listening. He assumed Rich and Jake would be brought to execution, the same sentence as Michael and Jeremy. Christine received a sentence to be executed as well, for being an accomplice to both, and the same fate went to Daniella. Jeremy did not want to think about any of his friends dying anymore. He did not want to think of the love of his life being decapitated in the morning. Jeremy sniffed as he curled up into a ball on the floor, shutting his eyes and hoping sleep would take him; it never did.
The morning was quiet and without breakfast, the Queen wanted to watch them all die. There seemed to be an order in which they would go. Daniella would be the first one to go, Christine the second, Michael the third, and Jeremy last.
He figured his mother assumed it would hurt to watch people he loved die, and assumed that he would suffer the most.
She was right.
Daniella’s execution was hard to watch. “Do you have any last words to speak?” the knight asked.
Daniella looked painfully calm as she lifted her head up. “If this is a world where my brother was not allowed to love in, then I would rather have never lived in it at all.” She said, her voice steady. She lowered her head. Jeremy looked away when the knight raised his sword, but knowing he had killed her, due to Christine choking on a sob.
Christine was harder than the last. This was his childhood best friend, who was reduced to shambles. Her legs shook as she walked to towards the night. Her eyes had no tears left to cry, yet she continued to sob. It hurt just to see his best friend in such a broken state. Christine looked to Jeremy, only crying harder.
“Final words to be spoken?” The knight inquired.
Christine sobbed and nodded, looking to not only Jeremy, but to Michael as well. He knew she was. “I-I h-have no regrets. Th-the only regretful p-person in this room sh-should be the Queen herself! L-long live the Pr-” Christine was cut off by her head being decapitated from her body, which Jeremy did not have enough time to look away from. He choked on a sob, then beginning to gag as he looked away, having to watch his best friend die. It was disgusting and cruel to watch.
Next was Michael, and Jeremy knew it would hurt him to watch him go. He couldn’t watch. Though, he was paralyzed and already looking as Michael made his way up to where his sister and Jeremy’s best friend had stood to die as well. Jeremy stared at him, wide eyed and afraid. Michael had seemed to stop crying a while ago, his face was a bit puffy, but he had a determined look on his face. He then caught sight of Jeremy, looking to him with a smile that told him it would be okay.
“Do you have any final words to speak?” The knight asked. Michael paused for a moment.
“My moon, I will be with you always. It is forever you and I.” Michael spoke slowly, still looking to Jeremy.
Jeremy had managed to close his eyes before the sword cut his head from his body.
It was his time now, everything felt slow. He had made his fall to the ground, yet it still felt as if he was falling. As if he could not get away from the miserable feeling of falling. His light was gone, his candle was blown out, he was left in the total darkness. Even if his mother let mercy on him, Jeremy would simply be unable to live without the people he had left.
As he walked to his death, he thought of the other people in his life. He wondered if Jenna wished she could say something, if she wanted to stop all of it. He wondered if Rich and Jake would suffer the same fate, he wondered at least for Rich, it was more likely for him to be found out than Jake. Jeremy wished he could have warned him about being careful more often. Jeremy thought of Madeline, but he didn’t want too. Even the name made him disgusted. She did not deserve the crown, which is what he assumed she would inherit. Silena would be left alone, with a psychotic sister. Perhaps she would not even remember her older brother and other sister, she would probably not remember Jeremy, chasing him around the castle and laughing at his jokes.
Jeremy felt the time slow down, the walk was talking longer than he thought it would. He wondered if he was the problem, if he walked too slow. However, Jeremy had been present for a few executions once his responsibilities as Prince began, and they would speed prisoners along if they walked slowly.
He wondered if it was just reduced to him being a prisoner, he wondered if he even had that title. His mind shifted to Michael, the last words he spoke, he spoke them directly to Jeremy. Jeremy need to respond, no matter if he could hear or not.
Suddenly, he was in the place where he would die. In the place where Daniella, one of his closest friends had died. In the place where Christine was cut off mid sentence by a sword, his childhood best friend had died in the middle of her last words, not being deemed worthy to finish them. Of course, he also stood in the place Michael stood to die. He thought of nights spent on the roof, or of mornings watching the sun rise. He thought of Michael kissing him all over his face when he wanted to see Jeremy smile. He thought of Michael holding his hand in the forest. He thought of being held by Michael, being loved by Michael. He simply thought of Michael.
“Do you have any last words?” the knight asked him.
Jeremy had too many last words to speak, but knew he needed to say them. “Erase me from existence if you wish, burn every record of me, burn every record of him, but it will forever and always be Michael and I. I will be with him always, to me, he burned like the sun.” Jeremy spoke calmly. Something he didn’t think would happen in his final moments.
Jeremy calmly tilted his head down and close his eyes, letting the darkness finally consume him in his final moments.