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Wilhelm knew he was being slightly immature and very stubborn, but he felt this situation warranted such behaviour. It wasn’t his fault the fight broke out. The asshole decided to push him first, so he would obviously retaliate. Of course, his mother, no, the Queen, decided that was “absolutely unacceptable from the Prince of Sweden”.
And now he was being sent to Hillerska, where he’d have no friends, and to make matters worse, he’d have his cousin August around. He really didn’t want to go.
He was, however, slightly happy that Erik would be the one dropping him off. That didn’t mean he was going to enjoy his time. He really wasn’t. As they pulled up in front of the main building, Wille tried to camouflage himself into the seat. It didn’t work. They were greeted by the Headmistress, as well as, to Wille’s rather obvious chagrin, August.
He tensed as each photo was taken, a façade to show all was well. God, he hated this. As he walked into the church with Erik by his side, he felt all the eyes on him, judging him, making him feel small without saying a word. He had no idea how he’d survive this, what was his mother thinking?
He straightened himself up in the pews, waiting for the choir to start singing. His eyes fixated themselves onto a rather beautiful boy with curly hair, at the back of the choir. As he opened his mouth and the words spilled out, Wille couldn’t look away. He was helpless to smile back as the boy smiled at him, the words reverberating through his whole body. Maybe he’d be fine here.
As Wille ran his hand through Simon’s soft curls, he thought back to those first few moments, when he’d pleaded to all the higher powers that he could have this, with Simon. It had worked, it really had. Simon stirred, nuzzling his face into Wille’s neck as the sun lit his skin golden. Wille had to stop a gasp, so beautiful was his lover. It hadn’t been an easy ride, not by any means. Still, Wille could hear the words Simon had sung all those weeks ago. Perhaps he was a little foolish. But God knew he needed Simon, needed his love, his warmth, his protection. If for nothing else than to keep him sane.