"The dying messenger entrusts his message to one who tended him - a man who is the enemy prince in disguise."
Ayasaki caresses Crane's cheek softly, sighing to himself. While tending to the other man's wounds, he'd grown to truly care for him.
Crane is upright but only because Aya is holding him like that, letting the other slump forward against him. Crane's lips are by his ear, and with the last of his strength, Ayasaki is entrusted with his message.
Aya feels blood on his shoulder, and Crane's body seems to grow heavier.
He is holding the enemy's dead messenger.
Yet...
He feels more loyal to the dead man in his arms than the entirety of his bloodthirsty kingdom...
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A Book Of Bullshit I Make Instead Of Sleeping Oops
De Todoyeah so daily writing prompts or exercises because why the fuck not join me if you want because i found some interesting ones mine are all gonna be some Lencesty shit it gonn be gr8 i tend to write these on Archive at 1 or 2 am it's kind of a proble...
