The Queen was in despair. The King was furious. Today was the bride show, the most beautiful girls from all over the country and beyond had come to have the opportunity to be chosen as the future wife of the Prince. Gorgeous dresses made of expensive fabrics and lace, the richest jewelry, carefully styled hair. Hundreds of young ladies from the noblest families shone here today in all their glory.

But here's the problem: the prince was nowhere to be seen.

The servants rummaged through the entire estate, looked into all the rooms, but to no avail. The king and queen tried to maintain the appearance of calm, but the guests were already beginning to worry. At that moment, no one could even imagine that in the dark stable behind the castle...

"Oh my god..." Christopher groaned, clutching his lover's shoulders and tightening his grip on his waist with his legs, unconsciously moving forward, forcing his partner to push deeper, harder. "This is crazy..."

Even in the gloom of the barn, the prince's expensive attire was in sharp contrast to the surroundings. The once perfect trousers lay somewhere on the hay underfoot, and the jacket and shirt, although still on Christopher, were ridden up and wrinkled. The prince, however, did not care at all about this, nor did he care that the guests at the estate were waiting for his appearance. He sincerely despised these traditions of matchmaking for convenience.

With a blissful moan, Christopher came, feeling his lover reach his own orgasm right behind him. Having caught his breath a little, the prince hugged the stableman, and although the remnants of sweet bliss still clouded his mind, one feeling was very vivid among the others: love.

Somewhere there the prince was awaited by brides and their parents, the king was throwing lightning. And here he was, in a dusty stable, rumpled and dirty after sex, hugging that one man whom he so sincerely loved, and to whom he belonged body and soul, and selflessly whispering:

"How lucky I am to have you..."