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Wille woke with Simon sleeping next to him in his bed, his skin tinted by the golden glow of the setting sun. Images of the day’s events flashed in Wille’s mind. His confession to the media. His mother’s forced smile for the public. A “we will discuss what you’ve done later” through gritted teeth for Wille after he returned to his seat. The flash, flash, flash of a sea of cameras. A hug from Felice. Walking through the school, hand in hand with Simon and not caring if anyone sees. The look of bliss on Simon’s face after Wille pushed into him for the first time.
Wille felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He felt free, like he was finally free to live his life the way that he wanted. Free to live with the boy lying next to him.
Wille is alerted to a knock on his door. Before he can respond, the queen, his mother, walks in. If she is surprised or shocked at seeing her son in bed with another boy, her years of training stop her from showing it.
“Mamma!” Wille exclaimed sitting up.
“Good evening, Wilhelm.” Kristina replied, her voice steady. “I wanted to speak with you before I returned home.”
Wille was suddenly very aware of how extremely naked he and Simon were. Thankfully, the sheet that he had pulled up sometime before falling asleep covered both of them up to their waists. A horrifying thought entered his head. Somewhere on that floor was a condom. He prayed to every deity he could think of that his mother didn’t see it.
His heart stopped as Kristina stooped to pick something up off the floor and started again when he saw she had picked up an item of clothing. He took the t-shirt out of her outstretched hand and put it on as his mother sat on the chair at his desk. The t-shirt was a little snug, but instinct told Wille it was not a good idea to say anything about it.
Kristina smoothed down the front of her skirt and clasped her hands in her lap. “We had an agreement, Wilhelm.” Kristina began. “To do this properly after you turned eighteen, with a plan and following protocol. But you chose to cause a scene, yet again, leaving the royal court on damage control. As per usual. You only had to wait for two years. Less than that even.”
Simon stirs having heard the queen’s voice. His eyes are wide. His mouth forms the word fuck. Wille lightly rests his hand on Simon’s shoulder and slightly shakes his head. Simon gets the hint, lie still and be quiet.
“Someone in this family had to do the right thing.” Wille says.
“The right thing.”
“Yes, mamma, the right thing. I should never had denied it was me in the video in the first place. Simon and I have done nothing wrong, and we are not going to sneak around like we are doing something shameful. And why did you want me to wait until I was eighteen? Were you hoping I would turn straight by then?”
“Of course not, I said before that we love you just as you are.”
“Why then? Is it Simon’s ethnicity? His social status?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Kristina scoffed. “It’s not about Simon. This is about you. You’re just … still so young, Wilhelm. Too young for this kind of serious relationship.”
“I’m not giving him up mamma.”
“I’m not asking you to.”
There is a pause as mother and son eye each other. Kristina is first to speak. “You want to be public with this relationship, then fine. We will treat Simon the same way that we would any royal suitor. Simon will be assigned a protection detail. He and his family will sign NDAs. His social media accounts will be monitored. He will be required to attend etiquette and protocol training.
Are you both prepared for the scrutiny that Simon will be under every day as your partner? As a potential prince consort? Because that is how everyone will see him now, as someone who will one day rule this country with you. You find it hard to deal with the pressure now, it is about to get ten times worse.”
“With Simon by my side I can handle it. We will make it work.” Wille insists.
Kristina sighs. “Very well. You and Simon will be coming to the palace on Saturday. Simon needs to begin his training, and your father and I would like to get to know him better.”
“Yes, mamma.” Wille says, quietly.
Kristina nods as she stands from the chair. She reaches over and places her hand on Wille’s left cheek. “Goodbye, älskling. See you on Saturday.”
“Goodbye, mamma.” Wille replied.
Kristina gave a slight glance to the boy laying next to Wille and left the room.
Wille flopped his head down onto Simon’s back and groaned.
“That could have been worse.” Said Simon.
“How?” Wille asked as he raised his head.
Simon rolled onto his side. “She could have walked in on us having sex.”
Wille laughed. “That is true. You’re officially my boyfriend now. How does it feel?”
“Good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Wille chuckled. “What?” asked Simon.
“I just find it funny. Less than a year ago you were dissing the royal family in class and now you’re a part of it.”
Simon lightly pushed Wille on his chest and sat up. “Fuck off! I still think the monarchy is a pointless institution, the person I’m in love with just happens to be a prince.”
Wille grinned. “I love you too.”