The Prince's Heart

The Dreading Night - Part Two

Candlelight wasn't enough. The ten tapers of wax beset in two candelabras barely illuminated the room. He cursed the darkened room. He squinted, trying to sharpen his eyes in the dim space. His eyes honed in on a tiny swatch of pink.

But still, Max couldn't make out much detail of the small Prince's underwear. He guessed it could still be called underwear. Such a small covering. He had never seen underwear like it in person. 

Max was no virgin and it wasn't as if he was unexperienced in the undergarments of both sexes. He had taken off many pairs in his randy years. However, the colder climate of Hampud forced women to wear woolen bloomers and men wore shorter basic wool under things. Both were utilitarian types made of a bland flaxen-hued nubby fabric. 

In the military barracks where any comfort provided warmth to lonely soldiers Max had seen his men show off etchings of women in scantily clad items. Similar garments to the ones Prince Nat wore. But never on a person. And he was sure he would never see another pair on one so fetching as the Prince in front of him. 

It was a feast for the eyes. West Nalia's fine craftsmen had tailored thin silk to cup around the small Prince's body. Two taffeta large ribbons held up the panties each side of the Prince's hips. The bows on his hips dwarfed his small frame. The underwear was tied securely but fought with the package weighing down the front. The outline of Nat's soft cock and balls pressed against the delicate blush pink silk. 

Max grew instantly rock hard. 

"Ummm." Nat interrupted. 

Max's gaze shot up, forced to stare into the face of the Prince he now realized had been in pink panties the entire day. Max did his best to keep staring at Nat's face but couldn't help expanding his gaze to view the delicate collar bones, sturdy chest and lightly defined abs. All of them he would imprint to memory and muse on later. Then as if in a trance his eyes went back to the pink silk. 

Nat's hands moved in front of his panties and Max's gaze still couldn't move away.  If anything Max was even more riveted. Two thin but strong masculine hands fanned themselves in front of the pink distraction. The delicately muscular pale hands played a perfect counterpart to the ribboned surprise. 

The petite Prince was definitely a man, small in stature yet well built with masculine broad chest and part pushing against his pink underwear made sure that was he wasn't female. But Max couldn't help but think how entirely Nat suited the dress and now the lingerie he desperately tried to cover up.

Nat cleared his throat aggressively and Max finally met his eyes again. They were overly large and paired with a rosy blush on his cheeks. The eyes first were wide with shock then moved to squint away the shame. Max stared as that plush bottom lip drew inward and looked to be bitten. 

Pretty.

That was the word. It was buzzing around his body, lighting up every nerve, firing his still emotions to life. Now it was humming in Max's mind. A word that he never paired with a man, but one he couldn't stop thinking whilst looking at Nat. 

Nat gasped. "...Pretty?" He said incredulously. 

Max didn't realize he said it aloud. Did he? He must've. It was all he could think of for countless moments. 

Max offered no response. Instead he pivoted and moved to the door. Facing it and concentrated on looking at the sturdy hinge. 

"There is a jug next to the bed and should be filled with fresh water for washing. I imagine there is a soap laid nearby. Please let me know when you are under the coverlet as agreed upon." Max said to the wooden door. Trying his best to reassume a semblance of princely dignity.