ANOTHER BOOK OF BS INSTEAD OF SLEEP

This Gets Increasingly Unrelated To The Prompt But UwU

"THE SILLIEST JESTER MEETING THE FIERCEST RULER."

low key ignoring the prompt

I learned that the Roman Emperor Elagabalus had like five wives or some shit but he had a bunch of affairs that involved him prostituting himself and forcing guys to fuck him because guess what he was gay

also he was a terrible ruler

that's also unrelated the prompt oops

"Your Highness," Lance muttered, kissing the prince's hand and kneeling before him. "You wanted to see me?"

Edge nodded, cheeks flushed pink.

The room's large windows that also served as a balcony had been covered by its gauzy curtains, and though it wouldn't hide much, it felt more secure.

"Is this really safe, Your Highness?" Lance questioned, concerned. "You'll be married soon-"

"I don't want a wife!" the prince exploded, standing abruptly.

Lance bowed his head politely in acknowledgement.

Edge fell to his knees and began to cry.

"Your Highness? What's the matter?"

Edge covered his tear streaked face with his slender hands. "Don't call me that. I hate it. I hate it. I'll never take the throne and I don't want it. I don't want a wife. I want, no. I need you!"

Lancer hesitated, unsure what to do.

Edge sobbed harder. "I love you, damn it. I loved you when we met, and I love you now. I hate all these pretenses and formalities. I want you to call me yours. I don't care if things are stricter now, I still want our times when you dominate me and degrade me and call me your whore. I want all the times you just held me and I loved you so hard I could die. Lance..."

It shook the blond to the core. Just his name. So simple. The way he'd said it held every plea in his heart, everything said and unsaid.

"Please... I love you so much... why do you treat me so differently? We're not strangers, we both know that." Edge's eyes were so beautiful, so incredibly sad. "I love you, Lance..." he managed before dissolving into heavier tears, unable to speak.

The blond sighed, abandoning his formal demeanor and embracing the sobbing ginger. Edge immediately hugged back, sobbing uncontrollably in his arms.

He couldn't admit it before, but he loved Edge with all of his heart. He didn't want to interfere with royal doings though, and he knew Edge wasn't particularly favored by his parents.

He understood what Edge meant, to love someone so hard through the action of just holding them or being held. Edge was so warm and soft.

After a long while, Lancer suddenly kissed the ginger hard on the lips, finding the response to be eager and hungry.

Pulling away, he smiled.

"I love you!" Edge gasped, cheeks flushed once more but in arousal.

"I love you too," Lance replied, stroking a lock of ginger out of the beautiful prince's face, "Edge."