My arrogant ROYAL.

Side story: Part One.

(This is the story of Prince Adar and Prince Evan, someone recommended I do a side story on them and realized maybe that wasn't such a bad idea. This will still occur in the palace(maybe or maybe not) well, with Melus as the king, please tell me what you think and please like it just as much, as you did the story of Melus and Simon even if it won't be the best.)

Prince Evan's POV.

After months of watching my brother ascend to the throne and marry the love of his life, Simon, our kingdom finally began to shift its rigid views on homosexual relationships. It was a hard-won victory, one that my brother fought tirelessly for, despite the court's disapproval. Yet, as the kingdom slowly opened its doors to acceptance, I found myself trapped in my own emotions. Adar, the one person I'd begged to stay, was still here, his presence a constant reminder of the feelings I couldn't quite decipher. Awkwardness had taken over, and we'd drifted further apart than I'd ever imagined. I feared losing him, but I struggled to accept my own heart's desires. The initial spark I thought I'd felt had fizzled out, leaving me uncertain and unsure how to prove to Adar why I wanted him by my side. His constant questions only added to my frustration, as I grappled with the complexity of my emotions. I thought I'd caught feelings for him, but now I wasn't so sure. All I knew was that I didn't want to lose him, but I didn't know how to move forward either.

He had moved out of my room, and things had become even more strained between us after he confronted me about my discomfort with him being there. Despite our past intimacy, he'd noticed my unease and realized that maybe I had only been trying to convince myself of something more. But the fear of admitting he might be right kept me from convincing him otherwise. I couldn't bring myself to lie and say I loved him when, deep down, those feelings hadn't yet developed. Maybe it was just the physical connection that had spoken for me, and I hadn't seen beyond that. The truth was, I had no romantic feelings for Adar.

I laid in my bed, consumed by the weight of my thoughts, wondering what could have been if I had just let him go. The possibilities swirled in my mind like a vortex, taunting me with the what-ifs. He could have had so much more back in his kingdom than here, surrounded by the luxuries and privileges that came with being a prince. His sister had paved the way, marrying her commoner and breaking free from the shackles of royal tradition. Now it was his turn, and I couldn't help but feel like I was holding him back.

The more time I wasted, the more he would want to leave. The clock was ticking, and I knew that he still had to become king. The thought of holding him back from his destiny didn't sit well with me. His father's letters, sent over the past months, served as a constant reminder of the responsibilities that awaited him. I had watched Adar toss them out, one by one, but the words still lingered in my mind. Especially the ones that said he had to come back with a wife, or else none of it could be done. The ultimatum hung in the air like a sword of Damocles, threatening to destroy everything if he didn't comply. The thought that I could be the reason for his loss, the one who held him back from his rightful place on the throne, was a burden I couldn't bear.

A loud knock on my doors pulled me out of my whirlwind of thoughts, and I was suddenly face to face with my brother, resplendent in his kingly attire. He had long since ascended to the throne, and yet, he still carried himself with the same regal grace that I remembered. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of nostalgia, remembering the times when I had harbored feelings for him, before Simon came into the picture. Even now, I couldn't deny that I still felt a pang of envy towards Simon, despite my genuine happiness for my brother's love.

Adar's words came flooding back to me, as he once told me that I looked at him with warmth, but my eyes seemed to hold a secret desire to behead him. I had been perplexed by his enigmatic statement, unsure of what to make of it. But one thing was certain - I didn't hate Simon. My emotions were complex, a tangled web of feelings that I was still trying to unravel.