[BoyXBoy] Elliah White, 17 years old gay boy who always been bullied at his school. Grew up thinking that he was worthless and he hated himself because of his misarable life. He couldn't pass a single day without being beaten by the bullies.
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Destiny.
Fate.
Some people believed that they rule their life, that destiny and fate were two different things opposing each other, thinking that fate was only for the weak who couldn't decide their own destiny. Some believed that what had already written would end up just where it should be, just like a labirynth that leads to one final end whichever path you chose to walk. Either it was bright or dark.
Maybe it was true that we could choose our own path. Or Maybe what had already written was bound to happen.
Maybe; because at the end, no one really knew how universe worked after all. It had always been a secret among the stars.
Then, when universe tried to play a game with you, making you felt like you had no control over anything. No control over your own feeling, emotion, even your own body and all the vains and muscles in it, and all it took was one person. One person to mess your brain up.
That night, universe chose to play with the Prince of the west land, Prince Alexandr Devereaux. His father, King Vasco Devereaux was hosting a party in his kingdom, hoping his son would somehow meet his potential wife. The king himself didn't tell the prince about his intentions for hosting a party in their kingdom, but the prince was just too smart for not understanding the reason behind this grand party with a lot of wellknown guests, remembering all his father did was question him about that since that time he turned eighteen.
The prince himself was already at the age of twenty one, and no one could lie about the perfection he had. He was known for his strenght and dominance in the battlefield that no one ever had a chance of winning against him and just like his father he was also known for his handsome and breathaking features. No one ever resist him. No one could resist him. Everyone always trying to gain his attention and throwing themselves at him, but the prince himself never take a single glance at them. He was too perfectionist. He adored perfection, the beauty behind it, he craved it and as long as he remembered, no one had ever reached that standard he had built.
He was now standing in the middle of the crowd. Since the beginning of the party, so much maidens eyeing him with worship, curiousity and lust. There were even some of them bluntly asking him to dance and he agreed just because he knew their father and he didn't want to make the relationship between them crushed just because of one stupid rejection. Even though he never been in a relationship before, he knew well of the fact that woman was a complicated being. One rejection and it would make them felt like he snatched their pride away. He was just trying to be a gentleman and professional at the same time.
