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Against the rules - Prince! Tord X Prince! Jon

An idea I got.

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3rd Person POV:

Princes were only supposed to fall for princesses. Jon, a more fragile and emotional prince, fell for another prince. The two families were staying together to discuss the peace of their kingdoms. While they were there, a tough and cold prince by the name of Tord caught Jon's eyes. It happened during dinner. Jon couldn't stop glancing at the devil-horned male, and he found that Tord was watching him too.

He ate quickly and dismissed himself, running off to his room. Not too soon after that, Tord finished his food and followed the shorter boy. Jon closed the door and sat on his bed, hugging a pillow. He was too scared to meet the prince, but he knew he'd have to if he was going to be polite.

Tord knocked on his bedroom door, standing tall and still. Jon put the pillow down and hopped off of his bed, going to answer the door. When he opened it, he jumped when he saw that it was Tord that was standing there.

"O-oh, hello!" Jon greeted. Tord's face was blank, but he felt so much for the boy. "Hey. Uhm, wanna hangout?" Tord asked. Jon blushed a bit, and Tord noticed. "Sure! Where to?" Tord's face turned a bit red, and he averted his gaze. "How about the gardens?" Tord suggested. "Yeah, s-sounds fun!" Jon agreed.

The pair left Jon's room and made their way to the palace's garden. Jon was happy that Tord chose to go there, because it gave him an excuse to hold his hand and drag him around. Tord's hand was rough and slightly bruised, and Jon's hand was soft and warm. Tord couldn't stop blushing, and he could care less if a maid or his father saw him like this.

"And here, we have different kinds of roses! Neat, right?" Tord nodded, staying silent. Jon smiled at him, making his heart melt. "Jon..." Jon stopped walking and turned to look at Tord, still holding his hand. "Yeah?" "...You're one of a kind." Jon blushed and giggled. "What's that supposed to mean?" Tord glanced down at the hand that Jon was holding, then back up at Jon.

"...Let's chat in your room. Could we have some tea?" "Sure! Let's go!" Jon rushed through the palace, pulling Tord along with him. Tord stumbled every now and then from Jon's speed, and they soon got to the castle's kitchen.

A maid saw them, and the two acted very polite. Unlike their parents, they're kind to maids, butlers, and peasants. They got their tea and held the cups on small plates. The two returned to Jon's room, where they sat on Jon's bed and sipped their tea.

"So, how's your parents?" Jon asked. "D-delightful. Yours?" It was obvious that Tord was lying, but Jon let it go. "They're... alright. They tend to judge me a lot." "How so?" The two both sipped their tea before continuing their conversation. "Oh, y'know, I'm not very strong." Jon said, sheepishly looking away. He wasn't very proud of that. Tord finished his tea and set the plate and cup on the floor.

"Jon, you don't have to be rough and tough. That's a load of bullshit." Jon was surprised that Tord cursed, but he was right. "Yeah... do your parents care?" "Well... that's why I'm sorta strong, I guess. They train me and make me work with our kingdom's military. It's annoying, if I'm going to be completely honest." Tord admitted.

Jon finished his tea and set the dishes down where Tord had left his. "Man, sorry about that." Tord shrugged his shoulders. "It's fine."

The two went silent, observing each other. One of Jon's hands were on the bed, and Tord brought his hand onto it and held it. The two were entranced by each other, and they came so close. Before their lips could touch, there was a knock on Jon's bedroom door. The boys jumped away from each other, their faces red.

"Y-y-yes?" Jon stammered, glancing at Tord before looking back at the door. Jon's father opened the door and saw that they were just hanging out.

"Ah, well, I came to inform Tord about something." Jon's father looked at Tord. "Your parents and my wife and I still need more time to talk. In other words, you're spending the night here." Jon's father continued. "...Okay, sir." Tord said quietly, trying not to look at Jon. "Yeah, my deepest apologies. You'll be spending the night here in Jon's room." Jon's father said. Tord and Jon both sweat-dropped, and Tord nodded. "Understood. Thank you."