Trapped In Hisstory

The Heir and the Prince stared at each other. Must be an effect of the alcohol, Clayton tried to keep his gaze straight to Clifford, but his eyelids were being heavier than usual. His eyes kept closing forcibly, but the prince did not want to pass out and sleep.

He felt his head slowly bending down, almost making him fall, but he suddenly stood straight, his movement caused Clifford to be startled, "Are you all right, Your Highness?" he asked but he had not received a response from the Second Prince.

Instead of answering the heir of the duchy, or rather the 'servant', Clayton raised his hand and pointed his finger close to Clifford Lockhart's face. "You there!" the prince called out in exclamation.

Clifford felt awkward with Clayton's finger almost touching the bridge of his nose. "Yes, Your Highness..?" he asked.

Clifford was about to put down his hand but all of the sudden, Clayton pulled his finger away and open his palm while looking at the servant, "A drink! I-" his words were cut off by a hiccup, "I want a drink! Another drink!" he ordered and put his hand on his mouth, holding back the hiccups from being loud.

'He is so drunk. Just how much did he even drink?' Clifford thought. He must have been in the celebration earlier and got drinks from the other servers. Too bad that he was not the one who served the drink to him. That way, he would have met him much earlier.

Although the Second Prince of Antares was present in the celebration, he did not even notice him. He did not hear anything from the nobles as well, mostly the nobles who liked to gossip always whispers and spread rumors and news about anything interesting. But he did not hear about Clayton, 'Do they not know who this man is?' he thought.

Not going to lie. At first, he never knew about Prince Clayton as well. Even though the House of Lockhart visits the palace once in a while, he never saw nor heard of another prince other than the Crown Prince, His Royal Highness Charles.

He was grateful for the Crown Prince. He would not have known about the beautiful man's identity if it were not for him. Although he tried to escape Prince Charles that time by ignoring him out of embarrassment from being seen peeking behind the door, Prince Charles still caught up with him.

Clayton walked towards the doors of the balcony of his chamber and before opening it, he turned his head to the servant with an annoyed and impatient expression plastered on his face. "I said give me a drink. What are you waiting for?!" he exclaimed and glared at Clifford.

Clifford looked around, and there were no drinks inside his room. He left his tray of drinks inside the ballroom. Of course, it would be weird if he brought it while wandering around the palace. He slowly approached Clayton and rubbed the back of his neck. "Erm, I do not have any drinks brought with me, Your Highness." he answered, and Clayton looked at him with furrowed brows.

"How could that be? Then go to the table! I saw a lot-" his words were interrupted by another hiccup, "of drinks in there!" he said.

Clifford tried not to chuckle. The prince was acting so cute, well that is how he sees it. "Your Highness, you are no longer in the room where the celebration is being held," he said.

Clayton just looked at him and was in a state of confusion. He did not blink and it was as though he was in the middle of processing the servant's words into his head. "Ohhhhhh!" Clayton muttered while nodding his head. 

The Prince tapped Clifford Lockhart's shoulder and giggle, "All right~ Thank you-hicc!" he said. Clifford smiled at the prince's behavior. Although it was wrong to have the fun of watching his movements and behavior while he was drunk, he cannot help but stay with him.

When he first saw him, he followed him to the library until the prince sat down and read. He thought that he would be hard to approach and get along with as he emits a vibe of 'Stay away from me, I do not want to talk.'. But seeing the prince like this, maybe it would be a first step for the two of them to get closer.

Clifford let out a snort. 'As if. What are you even thinking, Clifford? I doubt he would remember this anyway.' he said to himself.

He snapped out of his thoughts and returned his gaze to the prince only to see him about to go through the balcony without opening its door. He rushed to him and put his arm around his waist to stop him from walking and put his hand near his forehead so he would not hit his head.

"What are you doing? At least open the door." he said to Clayton, "Do you think you are a ghost who can go past walls?" he added and the prince just grinned, his cheeks flushed with redness from the effect of the alcohol, making him hot.

Clifford stared down at the Antares Prince's face and blushed, stunned by how attractive he was even when he was drunk. Clayton grinned and chuckled, "Why are you red, I am the one drunk~ not you~" Clayton said and poked Clifford's cheeks.

While the prince was still in his arms, Clayton turned the knob down and opened it, making the doors flung open. They all looked at the moon, which gave light to the darkness. The lights of the chamber were not open and were only supported by the light of the moon and the stars.

Clayton could not remove his eyes from the sky and Clifford slowly removed his arms around the body of the prince and the prince slowly approached the railings of the chamber's balcony.

The prince, who was really cute and grinning widely earlier, vanished as Clifford saw the tears starting to form in the prince's eyes. Deep inside, he panicked while seeing Clayton tear up, as he does not know what to do and how to comfort him.

Clayton clenched his fist on the top of the railing and gritted his teeth as tears start to fall down his cheeks, "If my mother was not such a bitch, if she was not so desperate to get laid by His Majesty, then both of us would not be suffering right now!" he yelled.

Clifford's eyes slightly widened upon hearing his words. 'Is it even all right to hear this?' he thought and was put to an awkward spot. He looked down, but fortunately, no one was around to hear the prince's yell.

Clayton laughed. "A courtesan, a prostitute! What did you expect from sleeping with the King and giving birth to a son? Power? All you received was shame and hate!"

Clifford remained silent and just let him yell his heart out. It was as though he was ranting without minding that there was someone with him; he thought. It must be alcohol.

"And now I-" he stopped as his voice started to trail off, "And now you are suffering...because you gave birth to someone like me."

He dropped his gaze to his hands and trails of teardrops were seen on the top rail. Clifford slowly went near his side, hoping that he would not mind the proximity, and took out a handkerchief from his pocket.

[Clifford: A gentleman always brings handkerchiefs *winks*]

He gently raised the prince's face and wiped his tears away. After wiping his tears, he removed his hand that was on him again and took a step back to let the prince continue his monologue.

"The Sun and the Stars in the night sky...how could I compare to that." he muttered. "Princess Carmilla, my sister..." he said and let out a snort, "She was the Sun of this Kingdom." 

"She receives the people's attention so easily and brings warmth to every person. Even the coldness of my heart tends to melt whenever she tried to get closer to me." he said, "But I always pushed her away."

Clayton looked around and admired the stars of the sky. "The Crown Prince was the Star of the Kingdom. He is the one that shines the most. The most important one to the Royal Family." he stated. "Although I still have not forgiven him for what he did, I...cannot seem to hate him." He muttered.

The Antares Prince turned to Clifford, who was staring at him, focusing on every word he was saying, "I, the Moon, always follow behind the Sun and make the Star shine brighter." He said. He returned his gaze to the moon and laughed. "That is all I am. An insignificant son. A mere tool." 

"You say that you are the moon but...did you know?" Clifford said, and the prince that was looking at the sky slowly turned to the side to face him. Clayton waited for his next words while staring at Clifford, who was admiring the night sky.

Clifford smiled tenderly at the Antares Prince. "The moon....is very beautiful."