The peach-fuzz on Radan skin stood up on end at the unfamiliar feel of silk that covered his body. It was a light, soft, new suit, just as Leshak had ordered. There was only a minor problem, it was a shirt that went with ceremonial clothes, and it had a lot of ornate frills attached to it. Radan, who was wearing Leshek’s oddly oversized shirt, looked even more ridiculous than when he was naked.
“It’s no good.”
“Yes, my lord. But um…… Other than that, there were no new clothes.”
There was no need for a ceremonial clothes on the battlefield, so the outfit was still a new. It wasn’t too bad on account of the shirt being tied around his waist with a string, to keep it from falling off. The problem was that the pants that were pitifully baggy. No matter how tight the belt was, the smooth silk flowed down his small frame like water.
“If it’s like that, he’ll fall while walking.”
“I think the same thing, my lord.”
Abadd and Sidris also had agreed that the clothes were not appropriate. But the reason Leshak thought the clothes were not appropriate was a little different from everyone else. Leshak was starting to feel strange, his white silk shirt with frills kept reminding him of a flower garden. He heard that there are peoples who do nothing but pluck petals from the flower beds to make different color thread for embroidery. Now he thought, ‘that wouldn’t be a bad idea either’.
“Red would be better.” Leshak muttered involuntarily.
Those words were enough to surprise the two Guardian Knights.
“….. Yes?”
“The color doesn’t seem to be the problem, but…….”
A strange silence followed after that. Leshak knew it was a mistake to utter the thoughts currently going through his head.
“We have to make him some new clothes. Can any tailors come all the way here?”
“What do you mean, to make something in red?” Abadd asked, and Leshak shook his head.
“I’ll ask the tailor about that.”
“Oh, alright then.”
He wondered if His Majesty had completely lost perspective from rolling rough on the battlefields. Abadd wanted to convey the words, ‘that he couldn’t bear to watch all this with his own eyes’.
“Then everyone go out. It’s late today now, you can call the tailor tomorrow.”
Leshak said while keeping his gaze fixed on Radan, who was trying to fix the shirt that was constantly dripping off his shoulder.
“…… Yes, my lord.”
A somewhat reluctant reply was given as the two quardian knights retreated, wishing for a peaceful night. Then, there were only two again.
The night wind that arrived with the darkness hit the barracks and shook the candles. To Radan, the sound of the small wind was just like a star’s sigh.
“Radan. Come here.”
”… …”
No, the sighing sound wasn’t a star, it was him exhaling.
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“Oh, the clothes are st, strange……feels l, like it’s going to look st, strange.”
Apart from the addition of sleeves, wasn’t much different from when he was rolled up in a bedsheet. Radan followed the voice calling him until reached the bedside. The texture of the clothes that Leshak had put on him was very unfamiliar. For the first time in his life, Radan was worried about how he would appear in the eyes of others. It was as awkward and strange as it was unfamiliar.
“It’s not strange looking.”
A voice sounded as if nothing was wrong. Radan didn’t know that Leshak was sitting on the bed with his chin in his hand, looking at him as though admiring him. He was ashamed of how strange he was. He just wanted to put on the iron mask, crawl into a nook, and curl his body into a fetal position.
“This h,hummble servants, not sure, now…… wh, what to do…….”
“Come here.”
Radan leaned down and groped the floor. Leshak recognized the meaning of the movement.
“Don’t crawl, walk.”
“Ah…… Yes, my lord.”
Radan walked forward cautiously, less than three steps later, Leshak suddenly grabbed him and pulled him towards him.
“Ughhh…..”
Without a moment to register his surprise, his body was locked tight in Leshak’s hot embrace. Radan got up into a sitting position with his knees bent between Leshak’s legs. If a look could give off heat, then Radan’s skin would have been scorched by now.
Leshak reached out and grabbed his chin, and Radan’s body automatically leaned towards Leshak. Leshak stopped Radan’s momentum, leaving only a miniscule space between their bodies, before they would have touched each other.
“Never crawl on the floor again. Do you understand?”
“…… Yes.”
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“Good.”
He began pulling Radan towards him again with momentum. Radan felt Leshak’s body touching him, his body was hot and hard. The sensations of Leshak’s body against his, puzzled Radan.
As far as Radan knew, everything that was solid was also cold. Like a wall, a floor, or an iron gate, the warmth had no form. But Leshak had both. Radan suddenly felt the urge to touch his body. If the iron door that is always shut tight, was as warm as Leshak, he could sit by it all day and wait, just in case Laud might come. If it were, that would be really nice. Even if he sat quietly in front of the iron gate all day, his stomach wouldn’t get sick.
“Radan.”
Leshak lifted his chin with his hand. Radan felt the movement of Leshak’s fingertips on his lips. His fingers were also hot. He couldn’t see what Leshak was doing, but somehow Radan seemed to know what he was trying to do. He was going to kiss him, just like he did before he put clothes on him. Then his heart started pounding.
He clearly remembered the sensation of when their lips overlapped. When soft and hot skin touched him, something that he could have never been imagined, happened. His mouth opened and a part of someone else’s body, entered him. It touched, tasted, and explored the inside of his mouth. It seemed that what he licked was not his flesh, but his naked mind.
His mind went empty. His arms and legs relaxed, and his heart started racing. His skin felt as though it had turned red with heat, and his body vibrated softly. Each time his lips were swallowed his body temperature heated up, and the tears behind the blindfold heated up as well.
Leshak’s lips were touching him. The lips, the tender flesh inside his mouth, his beating heart, and the single mind. It was a moment when he understood the meaning of being touched, and it was engraved on the deepest part of his heart.
“Radan.”
Leshak’s voice calling out to him became low and harsh. The fingers holding his chin stiffened. It was as though a pleasant smell reached him when their lips touched.
“No ……!”
Radan tilted his head back, but Leshak was faster. He grabbed hold of his struggling arm as he swallowed his lips. His body was pressed completely. He felt the momentum of Leshak’s weight on his chest, before his back touched the bed.
The scorching heat paralyzed his limbs first. While Radan was silent, his front of his clothes were torn opened. The closure knot on his shirt was ripped off completely. His upper body was exposed as Leshak’s hands covered his body, he rubbed and groped all over his bare skin.
Radan was out of breath. All of the breath that Radan was barely able to exhale, Leshak ate up. The movement of his tongue inside of his mouth became rough. Radan plucked at his sleeves, thinking he couldn’t stand it any longer.
“… …”
Leshak removed his lips reluctantly. Radan’s face was crumpled as if he was about to break apart. Leshak put his hand under Radan’s head and held it firmly. Their lips entwined again, and their body temperature mingled. Leshak pulled off Radan’s pants, who was already half-naked. When Radan became naked, Leshak barely lifted his head.
“Speak….”
……He couldn’t either.
Was it then that he changed?
The naked body of a prostitute who was just as pathetic, is now somehow completely different. The only thing that covered his body was his white flesh, and a black blindfold. it was terribly irritating to Leshak to feel that way.
“Damn it.”
Leshak let out a harsh sound and threw off his clothes. Hearing the small sound of falling pieces of cloth, Radan got up with an anxious expression on his face.
“Stay still.”
Leshak pressed Radan’s shoulder with his hand. However, Radan did not acquiesce as easily as before.
“Don’t want…..to..talk.”
“Radan.”
Radan resisted, as he held onto the arm pressing on his shoulder.
“No…..n, not okay…..”
“What’s wrong?”
Behind the blindfold, his eyelids fluttered.
“I don’t like th, this,”
“… …”
He felt Leshak stiffen. The hand that was pressing on Radan also became rigid. Radan, who was pinned down, also stiffened with him.
“Radan.”
Leshak called him.
“You said you could like it.”
“… …”
Leshak didn’t know, and he should never notice. If there is one person that Radan wasn’t supposed to like until the end, it was Prince Leshak.
“Are you scared? Are you worried what I’m going to do to you now?”
Radan swallowed a hard lump.
It true that he was scared. He was terrified of his reaction when he finds out he’s the unknown assassin. He was afraid that he would keep treating him well. He was afraid he couldn’t kill him.
“……yes.”
The hand that held his shoulder, trembled.
“I won’t hurt you. I don’t know what you’ve been through as a prostitute, but I promise you it won’t happen with me.”
Radan wore the mask of a prostitute, but it was time to be an assassin. The job of a prostitute was similar to an assassin.
“Still……I, I’m a prostitute……I don’t like it…..all.”
Radan’s lips spewed half-truths…but it was also half lies.
There was no way he could hate Leshak, who kissed him Iike that. If he wasn’t the Crown Prince of the Ibeden Empire, he would have liked everything about him. It would have been nice, but he was the one who was going to kill Laud. It would have been better if he didn’t belong to the Kemened Kingdom, or been born with basilisk eyes. It would have been better not to have to kill him.
“I didn’t……ha, hate it all.”
Radan didn’t want to kill Prince Leshak. Laud’s promise to recognize him as Kemened’s third Prince if he killed him was like another piece of candy, but his dislike of killing Leshak was even greater. His eyes, which had trembled in conflict, became wet. Tears welled up on Radan’s cheeks. After a brief silence, Leshak opened his mouth.
“I was stupid.”
He grabbed Radan and made him sit upright. Then a hand grabbed his chin and tilted his face toward Leshak’s face. The hand holding the chin was firm, but somehow the urgency was gone.
“I thought anything I gave you would be better than anything you’ve been through.”
“…….“
Radan didn’t know what to say. There was nothing he could dream of now, but to hope that the breathless waiting behind the iron gate would stop.
“But it wasn’t. It’s you who judges it, not me. I was arrogant.”
Leshak’s lips twisted slightly. He still didn’t quite understand why Radan, who was now freed from his family, didn’t want him. He had never even thought that there would be someone who would reject him, but even if he had thought it, he wouldn’t have believed that such a person actually existed.
However, seeing Radan who sincerely refused, it seemed that he had to accept it.
“Don’t cry. I will not force you to do something you do not want.”
Leshak’s dry hands wiped his wet cheeks, now his hands were also wet. Leshak pulled Radan with wet hands, and hugged him. He had small, skinny shoulders that could be held with one arm. Leshak buried his lips in Radan’s clavicle. The smell of soft skin pierced his nostrils. It smelled as irritating as its appearance, and he wanted the stimulation that came from it.
“I’ll wait until you want it.”
“Ah……”
It was as if Radan was muttering something. Leshak gave strength to the arm that was holding Radan and repeated the same words again.
“Until you want it.”
Then this scent will be his…
“St, stay…..here?”
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When a prostitute who felt threatened refused, they were often beaten and kicked out naked, without any compensation, because of the refusal. It was kind of hard to imagine that Leshak would hit him, but he would at least kicked him out. Anyway, he thought he would. The courtesan who refused to serve the prince had no reason to stay in the his bed. -foolishtranslationss.wordpress.com
“Yes.”
But Leshak said it like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Bu, but……“
“It is too late now. Even if you want to go somewhere else to stay, the men who will follow you are already asleep. I don’t want to annoy my servants with something like this.”
“Ah…….”
Radan reluctantly agreed. Prince Leshak said that he cherishes the twelve Guardian Knights as one body. Perhaps the other subordinates seemed to cherish it as well.
“Yes. Then I, I…… here’s the right place……”
Radan fumbled around to below the bed. Leshak stretched out his arm and pulled Radan.
“The floor is cold.”
Radan’s body was buried under Leshak’s arm. The bed was soft and the duvet was warm.
“but…….”
“Don’t be afraid. I won’t do anything.”
“That’s …… not…”
“Do you not believe me? Do you think I’m a person who would contradict the words that came out of my mouth?”
Radan shook his head hastily.
“No. Not that.”
“Just sleep here. If you to sleep on the floor, I’ll have to yield you a blanket, and I don’t want that.”
Leshak who was dressed only in underwear, gently embraced Radan. The only thing he had on was a silk shirt with the closure knot torn off, that was roughly tied around his waist.
The feel of the shirt was unfamiliar, it was thin and smooth against the skin. What was more strange than that, was the warmth of the other person holding him tight.
“Go to sleep. I need to sleep too.”
Leshak pressed his other hand to Radan’s head and buried it in his arms.
“Okay, then…….”
….. ‘I can’t’ , he thought, ‘I have to kill Prince Leshak and go back to Laud’. Leshak’s bare skin swallowed up Radan’s conflict. Radan’s eyes continued to blink even until dawn, as the sound of Leshak’s deep sleep filled his ears.
The peach-fuzz on Radan skin stood up on end at the unfamiliar feel of silk that covered his body. It was a light, soft, new suit, just as Leshak had ordered. There was only a minor problem, it was a shirt that went with ceremonial clothes, and it had a lot of ornate frills attached to it. Radan, who was wearing Leshek’s oddly oversized shirt, looked even more ridiculous than when he was naked.
“It’s no good.”
“Yes, my lord. But um…… Other than that, there were no new clothes.”
There was no need for a ceremonial clothes on the battlefield, so the outfit was still a new. It wasn’t too bad on account of the shirt being tied around his waist with a string, to keep it from falling off. The problem was that the pants that were pitifully baggy. No matter how tight the belt was, the smooth silk flowed down his small frame like water.
“If it’s like that, he’ll fall while walking.”
“I think the same thing, my lord.”
Abadd and Sidris also had agreed that the clothes were not appropriate. But the reason Leshak thought the clothes were not appropriate was a little different from everyone else. Leshak was starting to feel strange, his white silk shirt with frills kept reminding him of a flower garden. He heard that there are peoples who do nothing but pluck petals from the flower beds to make different color thread for embroidery. Now he thought, ‘that wouldn’t be a bad idea either’.
“Red would be better.” Leshak muttered involuntarily.
Those words were enough to surprise the two Guardian Knights.
“….. Yes?”
“The color doesn’t seem to be the problem, but…….”
A strange silence followed after that. Leshak knew it was a mistake to utter the thoughts currently going through his head.
“We have to make him some new clothes. Can any tailors come all the way here?”
“What do you mean, to make something in red?” Abadd asked, and Leshak shook his head.
“I’ll ask the tailor about that.”
“Oh, alright then.”
He wondered if His Majesty had completely lost perspective from rolling rough on the battlefields. Abadd wanted to convey the words, ‘that he couldn’t bear to watch all this with his own eyes’.
“Then everyone go out. It’s late today now, you can call the tailor tomorrow.”
Leshak said while keeping his gaze fixed on Radan, who was trying to fix the shirt that was constantly dripping off his shoulder.
“…… Yes, my lord.”
A somewhat reluctant reply was given as the two quardian knights retreated, wishing for a peaceful night. Then, there were only two again.
The night wind that arrived with the darkness hit the barracks and shook the candles. To Radan, the sound of the small wind was just like a star’s sigh.
“Radan. Come here.”
”… …”
No, the sighing sound wasn’t a star, it was him exhaling.
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“Oh, the clothes are st, strange……feels l, like it’s going to look st, strange.”
Apart from the addition of sleeves, wasn’t much different from when he was rolled up in a bedsheet. Radan followed the voice calling him until reached the bedside. The texture of the clothes that Leshak had put on him was very unfamiliar. For the first time in his life, Radan was worried about how he would appear in the eyes of others. It was as awkward and strange as it was unfamiliar.
“It’s not strange looking.”
A voice sounded as if nothing was wrong. Radan didn’t know that Leshak was sitting on the bed with his chin in his hand, looking at him as though admiring him. He was ashamed of how strange he was. He just wanted to put on the iron mask, crawl into a nook, and curl his body into a fetal position.
“This h,hummble servants, not sure, now…… wh, what to do…….”
“Come here.”
Radan leaned down and groped the floor. Leshak recognized the meaning of the movement.
“Don’t crawl, walk.”
“Ah…… Yes, my lord.”
Radan walked forward cautiously, less than three steps later, Leshak suddenly grabbed him and pulled him towards him.
“Ughhh…..”
Without a moment to register his surprise, his body was locked tight in Leshak’s hot embrace. Radan got up into a sitting position with his knees bent between Leshak’s legs. If a look could give off heat, then Radan’s skin would have been scorched by now.
Leshak reached out and grabbed his chin, and Radan’s body automatically leaned towards Leshak. Leshak stopped Radan’s momentum, leaving only a miniscule space between their bodies, before they would have touched each other.
“Never crawl on the floor again. Do you understand?”
“…… Yes.”
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“Good.”
He began pulling Radan towards him again with momentum. Radan felt Leshak’s body touching him, his body was hot and hard. The sensations of Leshak’s body against his, puzzled Radan.
As far as Radan knew, everything that was solid was also cold. Like a wall, a floor, or an iron gate, the warmth had no form. But Leshak had both. Radan suddenly felt the urge to touch his body. If the iron door that is always shut tight, was as warm as Leshak, he could sit by it all day and wait, just in case Laud might come. If it were, that would be really nice. Even if he sat quietly in front of the iron gate all day, his stomach wouldn’t get sick.
“Radan.”
Leshak lifted his chin with his hand. Radan felt the movement of Leshak’s fingertips on his lips. His fingers were also hot. He couldn’t see what Leshak was doing, but somehow Radan seemed to know what he was trying to do. He was going to kiss him, just like he did before he put clothes on him. Then his heart started pounding.
He clearly remembered the sensation of when their lips overlapped. When soft and hot skin touched him, something that he could have never been imagined, happened. His mouth opened and a part of someone else’s body, entered him. It touched, tasted, and explored the inside of his mouth. It seemed that what he licked was not his flesh, but his naked mind.
His mind went empty. His arms and legs relaxed, and his heart started racing. His skin felt as though it had turned red with heat, and his body vibrated softly. Each time his lips were swallowed his body temperature heated up, and the tears behind the blindfold heated up as well.
Leshak’s lips were touching him. The lips, the tender flesh inside his mouth, his beating heart, and the single mind. It was a moment when he understood the meaning of being touched, and it was engraved on the deepest part of his heart.
“Radan.”
Leshak’s voice calling out to him became low and harsh. The fingers holding his chin stiffened. It was as though a pleasant smell reached him when their lips touched.
“No ……!”
Radan tilted his head back, but Leshak was faster. He grabbed hold of his struggling arm as he swallowed his lips. His body was pressed completely. He felt the momentum of Leshak’s weight on his chest, before his back touched the bed.
The scorching heat paralyzed his limbs first. While Radan was silent, his front of his clothes were torn opened. The closure knot on his shirt was ripped off completely. His upper body was exposed as Leshak’s hands covered his body, he rubbed and groped all over his bare skin.
Radan was out of breath. All of the breath that Radan was barely able to exhale, Leshak ate up. The movement of his tongue inside of his mouth became rough. Radan plucked at his sleeves, thinking he couldn’t stand it any longer.
“… …”
Leshak removed his lips reluctantly. Radan’s face was crumpled as if he was about to break apart. Leshak put his hand under Radan’s head and held it firmly. Their lips entwined again, and their body temperature mingled. Leshak pulled off Radan’s pants, who was already half-naked. When Radan became naked, Leshak barely lifted his head.
“Speak….”
……He couldn’t either.
Was it then that he changed?
The naked body of a prostitute who was just as pathetic, is now somehow completely different. The only thing that covered his body was his white flesh, and a black blindfold. it was terribly irritating to Leshak to feel that way.
“Damn it.”
Leshak let out a harsh sound and threw off his clothes. Hearing the small sound of falling pieces of cloth, Radan got up with an anxious expression on his face.
“Stay still.”
Leshak pressed Radan’s shoulder with his hand. However, Radan did not acquiesce as easily as before.
“Don’t want…..to..talk.”
“Radan.”
Radan resisted, as he held onto the arm pressing on his shoulder.
“No…..n, not okay…..”
“What’s wrong?”
Behind the blindfold, his eyelids fluttered.
“I don’t like th, this,”
“… …”
He felt Leshak stiffen. The hand that was pressing on Radan also became rigid. Radan, who was pinned down, also stiffened with him.
“Radan.”
Leshak called him.
“You said you could like it.”
“… …”
Leshak didn’t know, and he should never notice. If there is one person that Radan wasn’t supposed to like until the end, it was Prince Leshak.
“Are you scared? Are you worried what I’m going to do to you now?”
Radan swallowed a hard lump.
It true that he was scared. He was terrified of his reaction when he finds out he’s the unknown assassin. He was afraid that he would keep treating him well. He was afraid he couldn’t kill him.
“……yes.”
The hand that held his shoulder, trembled.
“I won’t hurt you. I don’t know what you’ve been through as a prostitute, but I promise you it won’t happen with me.”
Radan wore the mask of a prostitute, but it was time to be an assassin. The job of a prostitute was similar to an assassin.
“Still……I, I’m a prostitute……I don’t like it…..all.”
Radan’s lips spewed half-truths…but it was also half lies.
There was no way he could hate Leshak, who kissed him Iike that. If he wasn’t the Crown Prince of the Ibeden Empire, he would have liked everything about him. It would have been nice, but he was the one who was going to kill Laud. It would have been better if he didn’t belong to the Kemened Kingdom, or been born with basilisk eyes. It would have been better not to have to kill him.
“I didn’t……ha, hate it all.”
Radan didn’t want to kill Prince Leshak. Laud’s promise to recognize him as Kemened’s third Prince if he killed him was like another piece of candy, but his dislike of killing Leshak was even greater. His eyes, which had trembled in conflict, became wet. Tears welled up on Radan’s cheeks. After a brief silence, Leshak opened his mouth.
“I was stupid.”
He grabbed Radan and made him sit upright. Then a hand grabbed his chin and tilted his face toward Leshak’s face. The hand holding the chin was firm, but somehow the urgency was gone.
“I thought anything I gave you would be better than anything you’ve been through.”
“…….“
Radan didn’t know what to say. There was nothing he could dream of now, but to hope that the breathless waiting behind the iron gate would stop.
“But it wasn’t. It’s you who judges it, not me. I was arrogant.”
Leshak’s lips twisted slightly. He still didn’t quite understand why Radan, who was now freed from his family, didn’t want him. He had never even thought that there would be someone who would reject him, but even if he had thought it, he wouldn’t have believed that such a person actually existed.
However, seeing Radan who sincerely refused, it seemed that he had to accept it.
“Don’t cry. I will not force you to do something you do not want.”
Leshak’s dry hands wiped his wet cheeks, now his hands were also wet. Leshak pulled Radan with wet hands, and hugged him. He had small, skinny shoulders that could be held with one arm. Leshak buried his lips in Radan’s clavicle. The smell of soft skin pierced his nostrils. It smelled as irritating as its appearance, and he wanted the stimulation that came from it.
“I’ll wait until you want it.”
“Ah……”
It was as if Radan was muttering something. Leshak gave strength to the arm that was holding Radan and repeated the same words again.
“Until you want it.”
Then this scent will be his…
“St, stay…..here?”
Radan knew what would happen to a prostitute who refused to serve the the client. It was one of the things heard the most while walking in and out of the brothel. There were many customers who forced the prostitute to do horrible things that could not be put into words.
When a prostitute who felt threatened refused, they were often beaten and kicked out naked, without any compensation, because of the refusal. It was kind of hard to imagine that Leshak would hit him, but he would at least kicked him out. Anyway, he thought he would. The courtesan who refused to serve the prince had no reason to stay in the his bed. -foolishtranslationss.wordpress.com
“Yes.”
But Leshak said it like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Bu, but……“
“It is too late now. Even if you want to go somewhere else to stay, the men who will follow you are already asleep. I don’t want to annoy my servants with something like this.”
“Ah…….”
Radan reluctantly agreed. Prince Leshak said that he cherishes the twelve Guardian Knights as one body. Perhaps the other subordinates seemed to cherish it as well.
“Yes. Then I, I…… here’s the right place……”
Radan fumbled around to below the bed. Leshak stretched out his arm and pulled Radan.
“The floor is cold.”
Radan’s body was buried under Leshak’s arm. The bed was soft and the duvet was warm.
“but…….”
“Don’t be afraid. I won’t do anything.”
“That’s …… not…”
“Do you not believe me? Do you think I’m a person who would contradict the words that came out of my mouth?”
Radan shook his head hastily.
“No. Not that.”
“Just sleep here. If you to sleep on the floor, I’ll have to yield you a blanket, and I don’t want that.”
Leshak who was dressed only in underwear, gently embraced Radan. The only thing he had on was a silk shirt with the closure knot torn off, that was roughly tied around his waist.
The feel of the shirt was unfamiliar, it was thin and smooth against the skin. What was more strange than that, was the warmth of the other person holding him tight.
“Go to sleep. I need to sleep too.”
Leshak pressed his other hand to Radan’s head and buried it in his arms.
“Okay, then…….”
….. ‘I can’t’ , he thought, ‘I have to kill Prince Leshak and go back to Laud’. Leshak’s bare skin swallowed up Radan’s conflict. Radan’s eyes continued to blink even until dawn, as the sound of Leshak’s deep sleep filled his ears.
