QT: I Bent The Male Lead

A red shadow hovered over the two lovers. Jason was busy thinking of the best way to answer Davion, he looked up trying to construct his words carefully. 

"Why does that thing only ever follows us," he asked noting the red shadow again. 

"What?" Davion followed his line of sight and saw the red shadow, the demon had never been sighted so close to the heart of Aphidia before. 

The theory in his mind was proving right. Everytime he found himself close with the prince of Xeris alone. The demon from the Seam always sort them out. 

"Did you break it's heart too? Is that why it seeks you out always?" Davion inquired from him. 

Jason's eyes widen with shock. The crown was the first relationship in his life as far as he was aware. So how could he have broken the heart of a creature he had never met before. 

"Why do you always associate it with me?" He asked offended. 

The crown prince was the king of pointing figures. The creature could be after him too but no, only he was with fault. He was certain that if the male knew about global warming, he would find a way to make it his fault. 

"It only ever shows up when I am with you," Davion explain the reason behind him thinking as he did. 

"Well, I only ever see it when I am with you. So should I assume you broke its heart?" Jason fired back. 

Davion grabbed Jason's hand and pulled him towards the woods. To get away from the shadow's sight. "For your information, unlike you I don't go around breaking hearts," He uttered. 

Jason almost choked after listening to him. He was tempted to remind the man of why he was wearing a good in public. All the hearts of Aphidia was captivated with him. Even straight men wouldn't mind getting bent for him and there he was throwing his mouth around. 

He breaks hearts every second of the day and acts oblivious to it. "I can't argue with you," he let out. 

Davion grabbed his hand and held him by the tree. Surprisingly the red shadow was moving in the trees. It was the first time he witnessed it leave the sky. It was as though it was searching for something and not intending to attack. 

"What do you think it wants. Does it even have a mind or does it just move around looking for helpless souls to attack?" Jason asked looking at the red shadow over the prince's shoulder. 

"Should I get it's attention so you can ask it?" Davion inquired of him. 

"I will punch your beautiful face if you dare," he let out.

Davion went quiet, it was the third time that the prince called him beautiful. He was a man and the future king for that matter, it was offensive to be called beautiful like a woman. 

"Do you still see me as a woman?" He turned his full attention to Jason. There had to be a reason why the male called him beautiful instead of handsome and he needed to know why. 

"Where is that coming from?" Jason folded his hands in his chest feeling attacked. 

He was well aware that he was a man. Yet the crown prince came at him so suddenly that it didn't make sense to him. 

"You keep calling me beautiful, what is that about?" He asked matching Jason's stance. Davion mirrored the way Jason stood and asked. 

"What should I say. If you are beautiful I will say as it is," Jason let out unapologetically. 

"I am not beautiful, I am handsome," Davion informed of him. 

"That is where you are wrong," Jason began to say. "Handsome looks like me and beautiful looks like you," he explained. 

Davion inched closer to him, his look darkening. From that statement the man was intending to say that he looked more like a girl. The first time he said that it was cute but in that moment it felt like a shot against his ego. 

"Meaning?" He asked in a low icy cold voice. 

Jason gulped. The crown Prince was getting so serious over such a small thing. He gave the man a compliment on his looks and instead of a thank you. Davion was threatening to start world war three inside the novel with him. 

"What is your problem?" Jason asked him. "Shouldn't you be happy with a compliment?"

Davion scoffed. That was far from a compliment, he was a man and to be referred to as a woman was insulting. 

"If you hate being called beautiful then cut your hair," Jason let out feeling cornered with the crown prince's stare.

Davion's eyes shifted from cold to threateningly dangerous. Coming from the man who once put him through the torture of having short hair, he found that statement highly provoking. 

Jason realized the wrong use of words when the temperature around them suddenly went below the sea level. A crown prince without long hair was a Prince he wouldn't want to be around either. 

Just the though of that side of the prince gave him goosebumps. He was nearly led to his death for it, the Seam. Till that day he had only heard about it but he almost found out what it was like to see it closely after he cut the crown prince's hair. 

He got to know that the crown prince was also called death for some reason. And was a dangerous debt collector, after making such a suggestion he came face to face with that side of the prince. 

"Why don't you cut it short then," Davion challenged to him. 

Jason let out a nervous laugh to ease his discomfort. The male was highly unreasonable and it was scaring him. He didn't want to fight, at the moment he could fight back. 

The last time he raised his hand and attacked the prince, distance was created between them. He wished to make amends not to push the man further away from him. 

"Okay, I accept it. You are handsome and not beautiful," he spoke out waving the white flag of surrender.

"Why lie, if something is beautiful then you should say it as it is."

They both turned their head and right before their eyes was the red shadow. It had gathered and was quite huge. 

The two of them had gotten caught up in their fight that they forgot that they were trying to hide. Jason moved behind the prince and hid behind him. The male was the reason they got caught so if someone was dying first it had to be him. 

Maybe that would teach him not to turn a simple thing into a big fight when they were running for their lives. 

"The shadow can talk?" Davion subconsciously let out. 

The day was full of surprises. He was seeing a lot of firsts, things he never thought were possible were taking place right before his eyes. 

"Of course I can talk, what kind of ridiculous question is that?" The shadow inquired of him. 

Davion shook his head, he was going to lose his mind before he turns a year older. It was his birthday and to he honest, he had never had a weirder birthday than that. 

To be fair, the other years. He was not in love with a crazy prince. Wasn't expecting a child off his childhood friend, didn't have a villainess haunting his days. Didn't have a crazy hair that seemed alive, his friend wasn't engaged and his grandmother was not around. 

All the crazy things came into his life after falling in love. It made him understood why it was called falling in love, one really fell after and during the love. 

"Are you serious?" Jason asked him. Davion blinked getting out of his dazed state. "Death is starting us in the face and you have time to get lost in your thoughts?" 

"You are right. Death is staring us in the face but why are you behind me?" The crown prince question. He grabbed Jason by the shoulder and pulled the man before him. "Since you consider me to be a woman in our relationship, shouldn't you shield me?" He asked. 

Jason was filled with disbelief, he was sure the shadow was too. The crown prince was being a big drama queen at the moment. 

"You sound like a woman in heat," Jason stated. 

Davion's jaw dropped. He was frustrated to the moon and back, "I hope you think so because I don't intend to be anything else. Good luck with the shadow," the prince said and sat himself comfortably on the ground. 

Jason closed his eyes frustration. Of all the times for the man to get angry and throw a tantrum, could it be when they were not fighting for their lives. 

"Will you get up?"

Davion shook his head, since he was called a woman. He would behave like one and not move an inch. 

"I just came here to deliver a birthday gift for the birthday boy," a box appeared from the shadow.. "From Aricus," the shadow added and dropped the box in Davion's lap before leaving.