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i will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes

Summary:

"Is it true?"
"What is true, my Prince?" Philippe asked.
"That the French should look pompous regardless of the situation, of course."
First reply was a lighthearted laugh. Second one was, "Take a look at me, then. Do I seem pompous to you?"
Tommy felt warmth reaching to his cheeks. Philippe was anything but that. "I am sorry to imply that-" His words were cut by a hand on his face.
"Do not. You shouldn't be sorry for expressing your opinion. I value what you say."
And with that, Tommy had fallen in love.
In distance, Alex was watching.

Notes:

quarantine hasn't been treating me well, so i said to myself "time to put my shit together" and started to write this out of the blue. i have no plot or whatsoever, i'm going completely blind. please validate me, thank you.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: prologue

Chapter Text

"You're nibbling your fingernails again," said Alex as like he was reminding him something. "I take that your conversation with the King has not ended as well as you hoped." 

Tommy shook his head. "Not even the slightest." He kept on picking his fingernails, and silence fell upon the pair. 

Alex had always been wary of silence between them because that meant only distress for both of them. That's why he started shifting uncomfortably on where he stood and waited for Tommy to speak.

But Tommy did not say a word. The Crown Prince looked outside for a long time, and it was the reason why Alex felt anxious.

"Could you explain your conversation? Or is it a royal secret that you are not allowed to share with me?"

"No, it's not," said Tommy, still looking outside. But when he turned to Alex, he seemed miserable.

"I'm getting married."