NOAH— I don't believe! It's Prince Andrew! — Upon hearing this statement, I was taken by surprise, after all he introduced himself as Paolo. I stare into Paolo's face, waiting for an answer, and before he says a word to me, one of the soldiers approaches me.— Who is this handsome boy? What is your name? His questions go unanswered on my part, but he seems insistent. — You will not answer? So you won't mind if we have a little fun... What do you guys think?Another soldier approaches and lightly touches my face, and my response comes through an action, I hit his hand in retribution for approaching me, he looks at me very angry, and before I fight back someone manifests.— Don't hurt the boy!— Your Highness, he was holding you prisoner! — It is our duty to torture him, or kill him so that he can deliver his companions, who must probably be from some rebel movement! says one of the soldiers.— He wasn't holding me prisoner!He's my companion, we ran away from some looters who had recog

NOAH— So what do you have to tell me? And why aren't there any soldiers here inside the room to watch over you?— I am the Prince, they cannot determine my steps and prevent me from talking to the boy who was the reason for my escape!"— I can't believe you said that, what an absurd lie! I heard this story from the boy who lives here and I couldn't deny it!— What's so absurd? Are you the reason for my escape? I think not! You know, I would run away for you, especially after seeing you looking so handsome! He speaks and looks intensely in the direction of my mouth, then takes a light bite of my lower lip, making me uncomfortable.— Why... It's you... I mean... Why are you such an idiot? Is that what you had to tell me?— No, I need to tell you something very important...— What? That you're a liar and that you like to use people in your lies? Or that you pretended to be your friend Paolo? I say almost in a whisper.— I couldn't go there and say who I was, I had to preserve my identit

NOAH— Like this?— You know, I don't remember much about him, but there's a picture of my uncle in the palace, he uses this sword and the ring mentioned in Killian's prophecy, but the interesting thing is that both are missing, nobody knows the whereabouts!— Duric didn't tell me anything about that sword, who it was from, or where it got it!"— He didn't say anything to you?— No!— That sounds very strange!— Really, but I also don't believe he murdered the King! — He always says that they were friends, and tells about many experiences he had with him...— If this is my uncle's sword, how do you explain the fact that Duric has his sword?[...]ANDREWMy dialogue with Noah left me with more doubts. Why would Duric, the leader of the rebels, who was once governor of a city-state, accused of killing the King, have his sword? And why would I give it to a boy, who apparently has no connection with the King, or with my family?I face Noah, who seems distant after my questions, I think it

ANDREWEach one lay on the opposite side, after the disappointment, I tried to sleep, I close my eyes and I can't sleep after Noah's words, which echoed in my mind. Noah is so different, so determined, brave, but at the same time so stubborn, because I feel he responds to my kisses and my touches, depriving himself for the sake of an ideal. I really know he wasn't just born to be someone's mate, lover or father, and then there's also the fact that I'm the King's son... Ah, I'm confused, but I need sleep.The day was almost dawn when we continued our journey, we left the pine forest and entered the other part composed of small bushes, we spotted some soldiers of the King, and quickly we hid among the bushes, the soldiers passed, and as soon as they were further away, we decided to continue through the pine forest, we walked a few meters, Noah stopped and motioned for me to stop, we looked back, and when we turned around we were surprised and surrounded by several men.[...]Noah smiled

NOAHAfter a comforting shower, I open the door, walk over to the bed, grab the blanket and sheets the maids left, start tidying on the floor, and stop when Andrew asks me something.— What are you doing?— I'm making my bed!— You're not going to sleep on the floor!— Because?— Noah, that makes no sense! My bed is too big for me, it suits me and you very well!— But Andrew...— Noah, I already told you I would never touch anyone without consent, least of all you!— Because?— Oh, because we have a partnership, remember?I hesitate, but eventually agree to sleep in his bed. Andrew spreads out the pillows, and I take some back and place them next to each other in the middle of the bed.— What is it?— A demarcation. You can't overtake to the side I'm going to lie on, understand?— OK. And can you overtake the side I'm going to sleep on?— Of course!— I'm not severe, if you want to go over, and sleep hugging me... You can!I grimace in response to the nonsense he utters, and the Princ