On The Run🔞 (BxB)

Chapter 7

They slept off cuddling, Tristan woke up shortly then cleaned Asher.
My Prince's body shouldn't be soiled.

Tristan bathed and walked to the kitchen to eat, the presence of his Dad startled him, it was late in the evening and his Dad was not a fan of midnight snacks— no one in the gangster family was, except night owls like Tristan and Betty.

His Dad wiggled his eyebrows with a smile. Tristan ignored his knowing look and took the plate.

"Aren't you going to tell me-"

"No!"

"Oh, come on, just a little."

Tristan sighed then sat on the wooden brown chair. "Just a little."

Tristan couldn't pretend like he didn't want to tell him in the first place. He confided in his Dad all the time, they became even closer when his mother passed away. You could say he was Tristan's pillar until he learned how to stand on his own.
…

Asher woke up in the morning with Tristan by his side, holding him close.

"Good morning," Tristan kissed his neck.

"Good morning, I overslept, but it was worth it," he grinned.

Asher washed up and Tristan gave him some clothes to wear which he returned the following day.

"I didn't wash it, because I can't," Asher said.

"I wasn't expecting you to know how to," Tristan took them from his hands.

"Meaning?" he frowned.

Tristan chuckled at his little pout. "Should we go out today?"

"Yes!"

Asher dressed up to blend with the crowd, he covered his head with a white cloak to conceal his golden hair, being the only person with that unique hair colour in the whole of Ashernia.

Asher turned to Tristan in red clothes, it was the first time he had seen him in a color other than black.

Tristan held his hand. "Ready?"

Asher nodded vigorously, then Tristan opened the door.

The streets of Ashernia were a bit more crowded than usual, traders sold different types of goods— food, clothes, maps, books, and so on. The ladies in long cotton gowns and woven baskets hung loosely in their hands.

The men dressed in sleeves, trousers, and boots— going about their different business. Messenger birds hovered in the bright blue sky, going about delivering letters."

Asher admired the sight, he hadn't seen this number of people within the castle walls. "Woah!" he ran off to the other side of the street where traders were located.

"Asher!" Tristan yelled, everyone gasped and turned to him, for only the prince bore that name.

He glanced at the eyes then stared at the heaven with lifted arms. "... is the greatest! Long live prince Asher!"

People murmured and walked away, taking him for one of those psycho Ashernians obsessed with the prince and royal family.

Asher wheezed at the scene.
Clown Tristan activated.

He crossed to the other side and glared at Asher who was staring at a trader's stand.

"They roast meat on a stick? I've only seen you roast fish."

Tristan bought two and gave him a stick. Asher tilted his head. "Where's the plate and cutleries?"

Tristan chuckled. "You eat it like this," he pulled one piece out and threw it in his mouth. "Delicious."

"Can you show me one more time?" Asher said.

Tristan pulled another with his teeth, Asher leaned closer taking the piece between his lips. Tristan turned tomato red, his mouth was opened but he couldn't form actual words.

Asher smirked. "Wow, it tastes better than I expected."

Asher's eyes darted to a child picking a rag doll in the middle of the road while a chariot was coming at full speed. People screamed and yelled for the chariot to slow down but it only moved faster.

She's going to die!
Asher hurried to carry her out of the way, the horses neighed and galloped.

"Crazy peasants!" Asher covered the little girl as the man raised his whip.

Tristan dashed and grabbed it, he rotated his hand and pulled the whip. The man lost his balance and fell on his face.

"Let's go," Tristan carried both of them and hid behind a pillar.

The man got up, screaming with range while the people disassembled, he mounted his horse and grumbled as he left.

Tristan peeked. "We're safe," he sighed.

Asher dropped the girl and waved. "Go to your mommy, okay?"

The child nodded. "Thank you," she said and ran away.

Tristan darted to Asher. "Why did you do that? You could have gotten hurt, or killed."

He shrugged. "I couldn't stand there and watch the kid get crushed by a useless noble."

Asher bowed his head, his expression changed from angry to sad. "Does this happen often? Nobles oppressing the masses?"

"Hmm... sometimes, but it's the first time I've seen a noble attempting to kill a child."

"It's... not fair," Asher said in a low tone.

"Hey, cheer up, she's alive because of you." Tristan raised his chin with a reassuring smile. "You're a hero."

Asher beamed. "You protect me, that's the reason I'm not afraid."

They darted to the source of the music playing. Asher tapped his foot then gasped. "Hey! I know this song."

Asher ran to the centre of four female dancers, quickly matching their energetic moves.

"Here we go again," Tristan exhaled and walked to the audience.

The synchronisation and fast movements of their bodies harmonised with the tune, enhancing the beauty.

The crowd stared in surprise, captivated by the dancers, they began to clap to the rhythm, their heads bopped.

Tristan's heart skipped a beat as they did a slow sensual hip movement. Asher winked at him with a sly smirk. Tristan’s eyes were glued to Asher, he drooled watching.
That's right, look at me honey, this belongs to you.

They fell back into position in slow motion. The tempo of the song increased and the cheers of the audience filled the atmosphere.

Tristan glimpsed at the people jumping beside him.
Why are they so excited in the middle of a song?

The dancers swerved halfway, shaking asses and going down.

Tristan's eyes widened.
Asher twerks?