#stmp

The worst part was that the nerd was right, Roman was ruining Thomas’ life…

   Their creator had dropped all of his education, just so he could pursue some fanciful thoughts about theatre and YouTube, never thinking of the risks.

   What if YouTube shut down forever? What would they do if Thomas couldn’t land any more roles?

   And who had let Thomas down this road? Roman! Big, dumb, useless Roman, that doesn’t deserve anyone, especially not –

 “~Princey, oh Princey, let down your sash~” Roman’s train of thought was jerked to a halt, as an unfamiliar voice called out to him. The creative side wiped away the tears, that had begun to form in the corner of his eyes, and listened. Had it just been his imagination?

  “~Princey, oh Princey, let down your sash~” it sounded a second time. The sound came from outside the tower, and the princely figure rose, and stuck his head out of the tower’s only “window” which was more like a hole in the wall, to investigate the call, and what met his eyes, left him absolutely speechless.

 At the foot of the tower, stood a handsome knight in shining armour. He was tanned, with freckles sprayed across his face. His hair was dirty blond, and a little ruffed up, probably after fighting his way through the monsters that Roman had planted for extra privacy, and his eyes were a deep blue. He was absolutely gorgeous!

   When the knight saw Roman’s head poking out of the tower, his whole face lit up into one big smile, stretching from ear to ear. His grin was dopey, and looked like he was in love, making Roman’s heart leap.

   The knight once again called out “~Princey, oh Princey, let down your sash~” his voice was melodic, like a hundred bells and violins harmonising perfectly. It was music to the prince’s ears, and his heart soared.

 It was probably just his imagination trying to cheer him up, even though Roman knew that, he didn’t care.

  Without thinking further, the prince took off his red sash, and threw it out of the window hole. As it fell, it grew longer, and stronger, until one end brushed against the foot of the knight, while Roman still held the other. The knight shot Roman a charming smile, and began to climb.

   He made sure not to pull too hard on the sash, to make sure it didn’t break, or pull too hard on Roman.

 The prince felt his pulse grow quicker and quicker, with every meter the knight closed between the two of them.

Quicker. Quicker. Yet quicker.

 As the knight reached the window, Roman grabbed his hand, and pulled him inside.

   “Hello, my prince…” he whispered, blushing. Roman looked down at their still conjoined hands, and a blush crept across his face as well.

   “…my knight…” the prince whispered back. He couldn’t say anything else. His throat was dry, and it felt like his head was going to explode. His heart was pounding at what felt like a 100 kilometres per hour.

 The knight pulled him closer, so close that they were only inches apart. Roman watched the other close his eyes and lean closer, pecking his lips, and the prince copied the gesture, letting himself be dipped, feeling a strong hand on his back holding him up.

   Roman braced himself for the impact of the soft lips… but it never came.

 “Oh, Roman… what a fool you are…” A familiar, and slimy voice said, and confused, the prince opened his eyes, expecting to be met with oceans, but was met with a desert instead. The knight had disappeared, and there in his place stood Deceit.

  Roman’s headache had gotten worse, a faint rim of black filling his vision, as he stared up into the lying side’s yellow and brown eyes. “Oh, Roman,” Deceit began again, smirking as he shook his head “You know, no one could ever actually love you.”