A day after their date and Nathaniel could not keep Archer out of his mind. Every night, he would toss and turn because any dream he would have would be invaded by Archer's soft, beautiful facials and his breathtaking gaze.
Everytime he tried to continue his studies, he would be distracted by the thought of Archer being only inches away from him. He tried to ignore it as Archer did reject him before, which practically meant that any chance he could take for an approach would be futile. But is this completely true?
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The clashing of swords rang all across the palace garden. Indeed, it was Brandon and Nathaniel proceeding with their fencing practices.
In-between the clashes, Brandon said, "You seem to be in a state of unrest, brother"
"You should really be focusing, Brandon. One mistake," Nathaniel slashed Brandon across the chest then continued, "and you'll fail"
"Alright, I yield, once again" the prince fixed himself.
"That will be it for today" Nathaniel sheathed his practice blade.
"So, I heard you brought Archer to Ronald's restaurant" Brandon smirked.
"My personal and private life is none of your concern"
"Oh come on, you have to tell me what happened!"
"No."
"So, are you perhaps thinking of Archer right now~?" Those words sent Nathaniel straight to blush-town, as they were true. The prince was indeed thinking of Archer. He was thinking of how much he loves him and wants to protect him from any foe, but is always pushed back by Archer's boundaries. How it kills him to know that he won't be able to feel the sensation of his lips on his. How he so wishes that he had treasured all those moments when they slept near each other. How it is so difficult for him to just say, "I love you, Archer"
"You should write to him" Brandon's voice crumbled the prince's thoughts.
"That's a bit far fetched since we only went on one date" Nathaniel said.
"Oh come on. We all know that writing and receiving letters from someone you love grows your love even more. And I'm sure it was way more than a date" Brandon explained. "Write a poem to him. Perhaps a letter to say how much you love the person, get creative brother"
"...perhaps you might be right..."
Just then, the brothers were interrupted by one of the coachmen. "Your highnesses, the Viscountess of Shiremore has announced that she will be arriving to the palace shortly"
"Oh? Eloise is coming?"
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"Oh my word, Archer! He brought you to an exclusive restaurant?! And it was only the two of you?! AND YOU DARE NOT KISS?!" Francesca, Archer's lady friend, squealed.
"Yes, Francesca, for the millionth time" Archer laid his head on his hand and continued. "Ugh, I feel as if my past actions will contribute to us being further pushed apart"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, to refresh your memory, I told him off in the Gother Palace garden during the Speldian ball, told him that there will be nothing between us and that he should never show his face to me ever again" Archer sarcastically smiled.
"...so you rejected him?"
"Yes, Francesca. But it was only because I was hurt! I was hurt by the fact that he kicked me out without hesitant over Prince Augustus! I didn't mean it!" he silently sobbed.
"Huh... well that's fine! You can right your wrongs anyways" Francesca shrugged.
"What do you mean by that?" Archer's curiosity grew.
"Well, in most books that I've read, the two lovers are always distant from each other and to make up for this, they wrote letters to one another. You know, as a way to communicate with each other and not forget about their love"
"Huh... that could work" he thought. "I'll think about it"
"Francesca, your sister is here! Make haste!" Father Hastings called from the living room.
"Coming! Well, looks like I have to scoot" she chuckled.
"Don't ever say 'scoot' near me ever again."
"I love you too! I bid you good day!"
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Then the faithful evening. The moon shined oh so lovingly, hailing from the night heavens. Archer and Nathaniel both sat at their pampering desks inside their resting chambers, with paper, some ink, a quill and no idea what to scribble.
They sat for hours, thinking of what to write to each other. 'Should I write a poem? Confess my love? Make conversation?' they both thought. Until finally, Archer caved in. Not because he does not care for Nathaniel, he just didn't know what to write and was too lazy to sit on his chair for another 3 hours. But Nathaniel never gave up.
Hours passed and finally, he got it and he began to scribble. The trained messenger dove that had been sitting tirelessly on his windowsill finally got a message to send.
Nathaniel gave it the letter and a biscuit and it began to fly away.
A few hours later, Archer heard a tapping noise at his window. He tried to ignore it, thinking it was wind but it never stopped. It only grew increasingly annoying. Furiously, he got up and opened his window. 'Oh? A messenger dove? Who could it be from?' He thought.
He let the dove in, opened the letter and it read as follows:
Dear Archer Hastings,
No moon passes and no sun rises without the thought of you crossing my mind. My day is instantly made when I remember how sweet and warm your voice sounds. It pains me to go to rest, every night, without having said 'Goodnight' to you.
There might be no medical explanation for this except for the diagnosis of 'love'. Ever since you came into my life, I catch myself doing and saying things that are out of my nature.
I never thought that I would ever feel this way for a man before, but you've made me realize how lucky I am to have you in my life.
Though the moon shines its light beautifully and marvelously tonight, it dare not compare to you. Even so, distance is our true enemy at this current point in time.
But, I ask of you but one thing. Allow me to cherish you like I never did before.
Good evening,
Prince Nathaniel Hawthorne
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The Prince's Male Concubine
Fiction Historique"The prince has found a male wife" After 10 months of searching for a wife, the male second born of the royal family, Nathaniel Hawthorne, is to marry the young male, Archer Hastings (Disclaimer: This is a BL (male same-sex love), if you do not like...
