Whenever he softly called him "Your Majesty," happiness welled up inside him.
That happiness threatened to overwhelm him, but he never dared let the person he called know.
He was still a child, a child he had protected for ten years.
But one day, he realized that this child had never been what he seemed.
One day, he realized that the feelings he had suppressed for ten years might finally be returned.
Your Majesty, you've told me so many things, but there's still one question I want to ask:
Did you mean it?
