Trapped In Hisstory

"Wh-what are you doing??" he asked, seeing his face near to touching each other.

"I was checking on you, since Your Highness is not responding every time I called you," he said.

Clayton hoped that he had the ability to hide the reddening of his cheeks, but he could only try to look away. He glanced at Clifford again and he expected him to feel shy, rubbing his neck as usual but his expression looked serious.

"Are you all right?" Clayton asked.

Clifford stared at him with a serious look on his face and put his hands on his face, "I should be the one asking that." he said and wiped the tears on his cheeks that Clayton did not even notice.

"For some reason, my heart aches whenever you cry," he said in a low voice. "I hope someday you will get the happiness you deserve."

"And I wish to be the one to make that happen."

~~~~~

Clayton flinched and found himself thinking about Clifford's words again. It had been happening the entire day, even yesterday or the other day.

"Begone!" he exclaimed and waved his hand over his head, as if trying to shoo away his thoughts.

He wanted to curse aloud and slap himself. He was not acting like he usually does. What happened to his quiet life in the dark?

For the quiet life to be ruined, since when did it start, he thought.

~~~~~

"Wh..at the hell?" he muttered and the man slowly moved, awakened from sleep. He turned, and his eyes slowly opened. 

His eyes began opening wide, but not as wide as Clayton did earlier. Clifford was just surprised to see that Clayton was already awake. He sat up and smiled. "Your Highness, I did not know you were already awa-"

"Who the hell are you?" Clayton asked with an annoyed expression on his face.

Clifford was cut off, and he went silent, staring at the prince dumbfoundedly, "Eh?" 

Clayton clicked his tongue and was even more irritated. "What do you mean 'eh'? Tell me who you are and why you are here!" he ordered.

Clifford got off the bed and stood. He took a few steps, approaching the prince who was yelling at him, but he understood why he was confused and grumpy. He was drunk that night, after all.

"Your Highness...after making me come inside your chamber, cry on me, pull me to your bed, you do not even remember me?" he said and acted as if he was hurt.

Clayton looked at him as if he was weird, but he could not take his gaze away from his puppy eyes. 'W-where did this innocent-face dog come from?' he thought. 

"Wait..."

'Your Highness...after making me come inside your chamber, cry on me, pull me to your bed, you do not even remember me?'

'You do not even remember me?'

'After making me come inside your chamber, cry on me, pull me to your bed...'

"I did what?!" he yelled after realizing what he said. He suddenly laughed, as if what the man was saying was absurd. "Are you accusing me of doing such embarrassing things? I will call the knights and throw you out of here!"

"You will?" he asked.

Clayton suddenly felt weird, 'What the hell, why did I suddenly hesitate?' he thought.

He averted his gaze. "Anyway, do not lie and tell me the truth? How did you come here and why are you in my bed?" he asked.

"Y-your Highness, please look at me," Clifford said and for an unknown reason, Clayton slowly looked at him just as he was told. "I am telling the truth, Your Highness." he said in a serious tone.

It almost convinced Clayton that he was not lying, but how could what he was saying be the truth? He would never ask someone to come inside his chamber! 

"It seemed 'someone' mistook me for a server..." Clifford said, and rubbed the back of his neck.

Clayton furrowed his brow. 'Server?' he thought.

Clayton's jaw almost reached the ground as his mouth dropped open. If only the floor could swallow him whole, then that would be great. Clayton wanted to mutter curses as he remembered what happened. 'In the name of Asteria, Clayton, what the hell were you doing...' he said inside his mind as he looked down at his feet, avoiding the man's face.

All the blood rushed to the prince's face, and his cheeks heated up in embarrassment. 'It is decided, you must never drink again...' he thought.

~~~~~

Clayton felt his face heat up from embarrassment upon remembering the stupid things he did. "Definitely..." he muttered, "It definitely started that time." 

'My peace has been destroyed ever since I met that server—servant.' he thought and covered his entire face with his hands.

He took a paper and immediately wrote in it: I MUST NEVER DRINK AGAIN.

He was in his own room so he could do whatever he wanted while not caring about his actions since no one would see him. He put both his feet up in the chair and buried his face in tucked knees.

"Why the hell is he always in my mind..." he muttered.

"Your Highness, I just finished—

His words were cut off when Clayton immediately looked up to him in surprise, he did not even notice that someone had already come inside his room!

He looked up to the person's face who was close to his, and saw Clifford making him freeze in his spot. "Your Highness?" 

Clayton felt his heart stop when their faces touched. Clifford put his forehead on his then pulled away, "You do not seem to have a fever..." Clifford said.

Clayton turned around, 'Was I that red?!' he thought, for Clifford to think that he had a fever, he must have been so red.

"I—I am fine!" he exclaimed and returned his gaze to the servant. "Why did you even come in here without knocking?" he scolded.

Clifford bowed and apologized, realizing that what he did was wrong. "There was a man and woman outside and they looked serious. If I knocked and waited it would have been awkward to be there and ruin their moment so—

"All right, stop. I get it." Clayton said to stop him, knowing that he will continue explaining. Clifford just bowed and rubbed his neck.

Clifford noticed that Clayton has been acting strange and awkward with him. And he knows that it was because of what he said. "I apologize if I bothered you with my words," he said.

Clayton looked away, "You...should stop saying things like that." he said. "I might misunderstand." he added in a low voice.

There was a short silence and Clayton was curious as to why he was not responding so he glanced at him. But Clifford was staring at him, making him flustered.

"There is nothing to misunderstand."