The Prince’s Boy: 39
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ravenna_c_tan(Continuing the weekly serial by Cecilia Tan! Need to start at the beginning? Click here.)
39: Kenet
The general let Marksin free of the kiss, patted me once more on the shoulder, then fell backwards onto the sleeping pallet, already unconscious. Marksin and I stared at one another for a moment, then by some silent mutual agreement we set about getting Roichal out of his jacket and into a better sleeping position.
I looked with some dismay at the sleeping pallet. “There is only room for two…”
He waved a hand at me, and I could see the mask of diffidence he normally wore trying to descend.
“Please stay,” I said, before he could mutter something, and I saw his eyes widen. “Please, Marksin.”
“But…”
“I don’t know what the history is between you, and you don’t have to tell me.” I struggled for the proper words to speak truthfully without offending him. “I don’t know why he… he needs me in between in order to… to acknowledge you. But… but I think he would want you to stay.”
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