"What troubles you, my Prince?" Billy asked walking over to the naked brunette by the window. "Am I not what you desire this evening?"
"It is not that," he sighed and turned as they embraced, damp skin pressing against one another yet again. "I am to be wed sooner than I thought."
"I'm sure the King would find you the most stunning bride," he pressed a kiss to his shoulder. "And I shall always be here for when you need me."
"But I need you always," the Prince replied moving to hold the whores face in his hands. "Not a day passes that I do not wish to be here. Here in your arms. The thought of others being with you...it drives me to madness."
"My Prince," he sighed and leant into his touch.
"Leave with me."
Billy let out a soft laugh.
"I mean it," Steve kissed the shocked man before him. "They will never let me marry a man, moreso a city whore but if we left. Ran so far the crown had no power over what we do. We could be happy."
"That is a bad decision," he did not pull away but his gaze shifted. "You are the only heir. If you were to disappear the whole continent would be searching for you."
"I cannot live without you and if I did not try to escape this...this burden bestowed to me by blood I shall spend my life in misery and regret," Steve pressed his forehead to Billy's. "I love you."
He felt the breath of his lungs exhale, a moment of silence falling over them before Billy lifted his head to kiss Steve's temple.
"And I love you. I would follow you to the end of the world."