It was-...the prince....he was curled up in a ball at the back of the wardrobe, hands over his pointy ears, tears streaming down his sweet face as he trembled, eyes squeezed shut. Another sound boomed and he squeaked again, jumping a bit.
"E-Eeep!"
“o oh my!”
He climbed in, closing the door
“A a are you okay…”
"M-Mn-"
He shook his head, he couldn't force out words-
he felt so sad for him, he scooted closer and in an act of impulse he cuddled him
“Shhh…it’s okay…”
"M-Mnnnn..."
He cuddled into him a bit as well, hiding his face in his chest. His hair was so soft...
“…I I’m sorry but I must go…I need to…a actually…you don’t need to know”
“Who…are you exactly?”
"I-I....I-I'm prince Ezra..."
“HF-“
he felt like he fucked up, he just snuggled with the hier to his opposing king’s kingdom
His voice obviously trembled
“I-i-I-i-I…n-need t to leave!”
He quickly opened the door, stumbling out
"Hf-W-WAIT!"
Ezra's eyes widened in realization
"Wait-y-you-y-you're-y-you're the v-visiting prince...t-the one who started this attack-y-you-w-why are you here!?"
“I I I…“
he fell to his knees, knowing he was about to die from guards
“M my f father sent m m me to capture t the princess…a as a p peace h hostage”
