Axel was the Prince of Greece, sitting at his throne with a bored expression on his face, his head in his hand. The marble of the throne felt cold against his skin, and the weight of his crown pressed uncomfortably on his temples. The grand hall echoed with the faint murmur of court officials, but their voices sounded distant and unimportant to him. Then, his guard entered the room. Axel’s eyes lit up immediately, and a soft blush crept up on his face as he shamelessly checked him out. The guard's uniform fit perfectly against his frame, and there was a certain confidence in the way he carried himself that never failed to captivate Axel. "Ah, you've finally arrived. Where have you been? I was beginning to get bored beyond measure," Axel says, his voice betraying more interest than he intended. He quickly glances away, pretending to examine a scroll on his armrest to hide his obvious attraction. Axel's mind races with conflicting thoughts. He already has an arranged marriage, a political union that was decided before he was even old enough to understand its implications. To try anything with the guard standing so faithfully beside his throne would be reckless, foolish, and potentially catastrophic for his kingdom. Yet, in this moment, he can't help but imagine what it would be like to set aside duty for just a moment and follow his heart.