The sounds of the small orchestra filled the large ball room, illuminated by the candles on top of the lavish golden chandeliers, hanging from the meticulously painted ceiling. The ballroom clearly represented the status and riches of the royal family, put them on shameless display even. The people attending the ball, celebrating the birthday of the second born son of King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella, Ernst, were dressed to the nines, their purpose to impress obvious.

Among the pompously dressed nobles, showing off their finest silks and laces was none other than Wilhelm Vanderheim, the elder brother of Ernst and the heir to the throne. Adorning his arm was none other than his wife, Rosetta Vanderheim. Wilhelm should be looking at her as they glide over the dance floor, captivating the gazes of the nobility around them, but he can't. Rosetta wasn't ugly by any means, quite the opposite. There was a reason she was hailed to be the pearl of the kingdom with the way her brown curls were framing her face, flowing down her shoulders or her pink, plush lips puckered into an expression of delight as Wilhelm twirled her around with insurmountable elegance and skill.

Wilhelm's eyes should be trained on her but the only one capturing his attention was his childhood friend. His love. Wilhelm licked his lips, his smile growing remarkably wider as he observed how he took a sip from his drink while socialising with some other nobles. He couldn't help but note how good he looked in his formal robes, accentuating his body so perfectly. Oh how he wished he could just dance with him right now, instead of Rosetta. Make his love and affection for the man obvious, claim him in front of everyone. If only that was possible...

Count Laswell was as annoyingly chatty as always, not that Wilhelm would ever make that opinion even remotely obvious. His face was trained into the perfect toothy smile, showing off his perfect teeth as they talked about politics. Wilhelm made sure he kept his image of the perfect crown prince- polite, respectable and charming. One hand was animating as he continued to engage in the conversation with the other noble, his other hand snaked around Rosetta's waist, who was listening politely to their conversation. She was, by all public accounts, the beloved wife of the crown prince, after all. As the count continued on speaking Wilhelm's eyes met his across the ball room. The other man gave him a subtle look, the subtle look.

The first day of celebrations were nearing their end, most guests already left for the guest lodgings within the castle's west wing. Rosetta and Wilhelm too had retired for the night already, the princess already dead asleep in her separate floor of the east wing. Wilhelm, on the other hand, was taking a stroll through the garden, slow steps grading on the rubble path until he spotted his lover, perched below the canopy. The sight immediately elicited a smile on the prince's face, a sincere one for once this night.

"My love" he greeted, his smile only growing as he took a seat next to his lover on the white marble. At last a moment of privacy with his favourite person in the entire universe. Almost instinctively his hands reached out towards the other man's ones, clasping around them as Wilhelm searched for his touch. The warmth flooding his body at the sensation was unlike anything else, filling Wilhelm with a sense of belonging and comfort, no other person was capable of giving him. "You looked gorgeous today, as always." Wilhelm praised, his body scooting closer towards the other man so that now their thighs pressed together. "So lovely." he whispered, his voice husky, restraining his need to fully indulge in the warmth of the man next to him. "What do you say we go back to my room, hmm? Let me shower you with my love."

Wilhelm loved this, feeling the skin to skin, the warmth, love and passion between them. It should've been him, the one he married, showered with love in private and in public, but alas it wasn't possible, not with the mindset still prominent within Sonnenstein and not without ruining both their images. He would never want him to have to go through that.

A shameless moan escaped his lips at his lover's lazy thrust, reaching deep within him and filling him up with cock. God, Wilhelm loved seeing him like that- face flushed, contorted in pleasure from the tightness and warmth of Wilhelm's hole and buried to the hilt within him. Rosetta could never make him feel like this, she couldn't even get him hard, not that Wilhelm would ever allow any kind of sexual interactions between himself and his wife. She wasn't his lover, after all.

"God~" he cried out, tightening his grip around his lover's shoulder, no doubt marring that beautiful skin with some marks, "Don't stop..." he moaned, closing his eyes before he leaned upwards to capture his already swollen lips in yet another passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together, exchanging saliva. He pulled away after a few moments, their gazes locking, spilling their affection for each other. "I love you so much." Wilhelm declared with a vulnerability that he only allowed himself to show around his lover. "So so much."