#; i love that rath is like no i am a man of honor and seb is like on the maker i know that same honor is what drew me to you but PLS

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Rathlein’s arm settles around the prince’s waist, a simple gesture that sets Sebastian’s skin ablaze. Impulse moves his free hand up to the back of the other man’s head, fingers running through short, dark hair. It was the closest they had ever been, and Maker help him how his heart raced. They had danced often around the line of propriety, but now, more than ever, he longed to feel the warden’s lips on his.

“I’ll escort you back.”

The words spoken against his neck send a shiver through him, desire wrapping a tight grip around his chest. A hundred sly comments come to mind in a jumbled mess, but all Sebastian can do is lick his lips and stand there, selfishly delighting in how it feels to be held.

Just as quickly as Rathlein had slotted so perfectly against him does he pull away, tearing Sebastian from his thoughts. Only then does the prince remember to breathe

“The wardens are honorable indeed,” he whispers through parted lips. “A shame you find yourself in such incorrigible company.”

Shaking off the daze, Sebastian reluctantly turns to head towards the castle. His path deviates from the main road, a series of winding side paths and alleys leading to his favorite hideaway—the servant's entrance to the gardens.