οΈ‘ It will be a hard journey, but I am sure you'll like the nature.
οΈ‘ I was never supposed to live in the first place...
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He leaned into Aethelstan, resting his head against the nest of deep brown curls.
οΈ‘ I'm sorry.
He whispered.
Aethelstan tightened his grip around Osferth's slender figure, but did nothing more and Osferth was scared he had ruined the moment. And his chance.
οΈ‘ Please.
He almost whined.
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οΈ‘ It does feel like it sometimes.
οΈ‘ the road is uneven and there are dangers at every corner. And I am not a good swordsman.
οΈ‘ No... but I don't think you can help me. I will never have your courage.
οΈ‘ I plan to leave within the next day. The Citadel is requiring me, and I have business in Old Town. I t would be a pleasure to not travel alone.
Osferth let Aethelstan pull him close, and in the tightness of his embrace he felt himself relaxing-if only slightly. He could feel the king's strong heartbeat against his own chest, the warmth he emitted against his own skin.
The tears dried quickly, and Osferth took deep shuddering breaths.
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