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Treats and a Date

The plot is up above as the pic ^^ I will be mixing it up a lil bit, but the idea is still there, so, let's go on shall we? Oh and p.s, this is a BxB tale so, is you no like then you'll have to wait for the next one (no promise on the plot there 🙂)

Milo was a prince, and Francis is his guard, opposites in appearance, personality and occupation. Milo was tall, with brown eyes and tan skin and very buff, while Francis was a little on the short side, peridot (look it up, very pretty) eyes, milk white skin and a little more on the skinny side. They don't talk much, Milo stares from his bed and Francis stands guard at the door. He has strict orders not to interact with the prince unless ordered to or if it was of great importance, and Milo knows that if Francis breaks his orders, he'll be punished, so, sadly, he can't ask him out. One day, they heard a knock on the princes door. Francis went to see who it was, then came back with some good news;

"The king is leaving the kingdom for an important event, he requests your presence in the throne room in 10 minutes," Francis stated, tense as always. 3 minutes later, Milo left the room and Francis followed, unable to leave the heir to the kingdom alone for prolonged periods of time. A few minutes after climbing down the staircase leading up to the princes chambers, the duo reached the throne room. It was a huge, white marble and gold open room with four thrones at the end; one for the king, covered in gold and velvet, the queen, with beautiful gemstones and shiny silk, the princesses, laced with beautiful marble and silver, and the princes, simple but at the same time the most beautiful of them all, with soft velvet and expertly carved wood. The king sat in his throne with a look of superiority upon his aged face and the queen sat in hers, her kind smile and dazzling, wide amethyst eyes bringing a sense of calm over whomever sees her, including Milo and Francis.

"Good evening, Milo," the king stormed with his deep, gravely voice, not acknowledging Francis, who was bowing deeply.
"Good evening father," Milo replied with his sexy voice; deep like his fathers, but not too much.

"As you probably already know, me and your mother are leaving the kingdom to attend a wedding, I believe you and your sister will be alright for a month, correct?" The king asked.
"Of course, father," Milo replied. The king nodded, a hand on his beard as if he was in deep though, then turned his head to address Francis; "if I come back to find my son in any peril or pain, I will send you to the guillotine without hesitation, understand?"
"Yes, your highness," Francis replied quickly, bowing even lower. The king turned back to Milo.
"Your sister has already been informed, you are free to leave." Milo left, Francis walking beside him, back hurting.

~after the king and queen left~

There was a knock at the door, which Francis quickly went to answer. Milo had an idea; he ordered food from the kitchen, quite a lot of it, and he was going to talk to Francis tonight, since there was nothing in between them, like his father. Francis didn't know of course, but what he didn't know couldn't kill him. Just then, he walked back into the room with a large plater with different cheeses, pastries, cakes, wines, fruits and veggies, meats, and juices. Francis placed the plater on the bedside table, no doubt confused about why he was ordering so much food, then returned to his post by the door. Milo set his plan into motion, examining the food, feigning concern over the contents of the wine and fruit. Then he stood up and walked to Francis with a little cake on a small plate and a goblet of wine.

"I think you need to taste this for me," the prince said. He shoved the exquisite cake in Francis's direction. He blinked.
"Umm..."
"What, you'd rather I be poisoned?"
"Of course not!" He hesitantly took a mouthful, only to practically melt in satisfaction. "Oh my..." it was amazing. He quickly caught himself.
"I- err- I think it's fine."
"You should taste this wine too, just to be safe. Sit, sit," Milo gently pushed Francis onto the bed, sitting beside him.

It took Francis slightly to long to realize that it was practically a date, with Milo feeding him delicacies off his plater. When he did, he quickly stood up;
"I shouldn't be doing this, I apologize," he said sadly before walking back to his post by the door.
"But why? My father is gone and my sister doesn't care who I date!" Milo argued, following Francis across the room.

"We could get in a lot of trouble if the king hears about this! I could lose my he-" Milo cut him off by press his lips against his. Francis was shocked, but quickly recovered and kissed him back. After a minute or two, Milo pulled away and put his forehead against Francis's.
"My father doesn't need to know, I'll protect you if he does," he whispered, wrapping his arms around his waist. Francis sighed and put his arms on Milo's shoulders; "ok, I believe you." Milo smiled, "good."

I know that sucked but, meh, I'm lazy so there ya go. Idk when the next story is coming out, I haven't started on it yet so it could be later today, tomorrow or in a week, so please be patient with me, thanks ☺️ ciao 👋
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