As annoyed as the Prince was at the taller, he was concerned for the frown that was plastered on Jack's face as they were in the garden. Since the discussion they had that morning, Jack had been so much quieter, no matter how much Prince Alexander attempted to strike conversation. Honestly, it bugged the shorter but he refused to mention it, because, if he was honest, Jack was tired and seemed down. As selfish and rude as the Prince was known to be, he knew better than to bring someone down further. Especially someone who could beat him in battle, but that was another subject for another time.
"Hey, Alex?"
"Yeah?"
"I just want you to know this," he paused, "you're the best person I've met."
Prince Alexander wanted to throw a thousand questions into that one simple statement, but instead of doing so, he smiled. "I think you are, too. Farewell, Jack."
"Goodnight, Princess Alexander."
The Prince faked a scowl, but grinned the moment the door was shut, plunging the back garden into darkness.
The sky was clear that night, as the already-dark blue darkened more, making it more difficult to see by the minute. Stars twinkled, and the moon shone down on the kingdom, lighting in a beautiful way that had Jack feeling something in stomach once more, for this would be the last time he saw it.
And he jumped down from the wall, brushing away any regret that he had before-hand.
*
Prince Alexander awoke suddenly from his nightmares. He was sweating, tears threatening from his eyes. No crying, he strictly, and mentally, told himself. He threw off the covers, hearing very, very faint noises, and made his way to the window. He was only half-awake, and the room was so dark, but, nonetheless, he opened the window.
He remained leaning against the stone for a moment, gazing into seemingly nothing in the peaceful kingdom. That is when the Prince noticed a faint difference at the other side of the place. It was very faint, and he was surprised he could see it, but it stood out against the deep blue sky. Swirling and thick, was grey-black smoke, raising to the clear sky above. The faint glow in the distance gave away what was happening; panic and fear overtook his other emotions, and the young man was torn. He should not be awake - and this could have been just a normal fire. His gut feeling said that this was urgent, and his stomach turned over uncomfortably with the one thought that this was Jack's fault.
*
Jack was also torn. He should run, now. He had already thrown the burning wood into the kingdom, which would be a distraction while he finished his job. Suddenly, the want, need, to kill was fading - he didn't want to destroy. As messed up as he was, he could not do this. While every instinct told him that he should be preparing for the 'raid', which was to be lead by himself, he was silently wishing that he could just run. Something was keeping him bound, eyes wide, burning and dry against the spreading flames, to the spot. He was in plain sight.
And he ran.
//what the actual hell is this, i hate it so much. heyo, i'm gonna rewrite crowned love when i can, because this literally /sucks/. anyway, today, the fourth of september, is my level up day [birth day] so i'm just going to be updating things. -jaime.
