‘ citrus. ‘ oh! he had gotten his name wrong, yet again, yet the look in azure irises had him thinking that maybe lord xander knew his name. he knew his name yet repeatedly kept calling him silas. but silas knew that the prince would know his name, but naught of his story. it was only just the two of them now. alone, outside in the courtyard with the faint light of the moon glowing from the sky, reflecting off of his hyacinth eyes. he looked like a god. something out of greek mythology. he was perfect. ‘ you know why i called you out here, don’t you? ‘ husky voice with the scent of wine and all the delights to waft through the air. the stern look was forever there and silas felt weak to the knees. prince xander had that effect on people, after all. he wanted to moan just by hearing his voice. it was too much. it was the butter spread on his toast, smooth creamy delight on gluten-free slices. he hoped he would feel that one day, the princes rugged body against his own sleek whilst hands as large as his face cupped his cheeks so delicately. he could only whimper again. ‘ n-no … no milord. i’m – i’m afraid not. ‘
‘ m-milord … ‘ he whimpered, voice as sweet as the kittens that roamed the palace grounds, looking for their mother to suckle for some milk, and just as hungry in the way he should look at the tall giant, oozing masculinity into his every being. prince xander was the bear that roamed the hills, the growl in his voice so deep that silas, even protected by his knightly armour, was scared of having it ripped off all at once, exposing his fleshy being and his hairless chest. oh, how embarrassing would it be for the burly prince, to regard him with azure eyes. but he couldn’t look away from those azure eyes. there was something in them, counting each green flash to pour into them from the pupil. he was handsome, very handsome. and his lips glistened in the evening glow where silas had almost lost himself entirely, lean in, and lick them so slowly. alas! he would have been punished so dearly for his vices. and not the spanking that he had once hoped the prince would inflict upon him, but something as sever as execution. his blood trembled in fear.
