A rule they must abide by and a secret that should never see the light, but things unfolded when secrets built tyrannical chaos and a royal scandal.
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One turned twenty, coming to inherit the prestigious title that carries huge responsibilities an...
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Good thing for Theo, he was able to sneak out of his guard room without anyone noticing it.
Right after he finished dressing and prepared his bed, his friends came inside the room dripping water on the floor wearing only towels hanging on their waists. His gaze quickly shifted away to something else as he thought weirdly enough to look at his friend's sculpted bodies.
"Hey, Theo! Where have you been?" Stanley asked.
He gave him a quick look and snatched a book on the bedside table to draw his attention there. He opened the door as if he could understand what he was reading.
"Have you taken a bath?" Yussuf asked as they got closer to him.
They stood next to him still half-naked. He raised his head and looked at each one of them.
"I did and I've freshened up now," Theo answered.
"You left the shower room, so where did you go?" Stanley.
"Too much question, Stanley," Theo retorted. "Go and put some clothes on. You're making the floor puddled with water."
Even though they were wondering how it happened, they didn't bother asking anymore. Inside the sleeping quarters, it isn't weird enough to see the other guys stripping their clothes in front of them, but Theo always tried to avoid looking at them even though for everybody it is pretty normal.
For most of his life, privacy matters for him—at any given point so sharing a large room with other twenty-plus muscular boys and a communal shower is a different world for him. For the past week, he's gotten used to it, but there are times Theo wanted to be alone, but don't have a choice but to bear with the boy's noise at night and their sweaty bodies.
"How's the day like for you, Theo?" Stanley asked.
He glanced at him and shrugged off. "Tiring, just like the other days. Can't wait to get out of this place."
"You don't like it here, do you? Especially around us... that's why you don't join us in the shower or... whatever."
Theo closed the book he was reading—well, sort of. He keeps jumping from the first paragraph every single time so he's not moving on to the next page and kept repeating the words he wasn't able to get a good grasp. He looked at Stanley to answer his question.
"I don't mean that. I didn't say I don't like it, you said it. Don't assume."
"So, why won't you join us in the shower room? We're all boys... we've got all willies..." He laughed it off. "And you've got a nice build, Theo. For someone who doesn't work out that much, you've got a nice body."
"Oh, thanks for that..."
"And what's your answer?"
"Oh, did you ask something?"
Stanley laughed shaking his head. "Nevermind, Theo. Let's just move on. Anyway, I've heard from some guys they'll let us out of the camp for a few hours. I know a good place where we could hang out."
