Gone

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emptynarration:

“I-… I..”, Markus pressed his face against Oliver, trying to take deep breaths through his mouth, though they were shaky. It was hard to not cry or even sob.
“I don’t… I don’t want to be king..”, Markus admitted quietly, voice breaking as tears escaped him. Why shouldn’t he just tell him? It wasn’t like Oliver would judge him or anything, he was pretty sure.

Being a child, he had grown up with the belief he was able to do whatever he wanted. Free to love whoever he wanted, to leave the kingdom if he’d like. His parents had never expected him to marry some other royal for benefit.
But then they were murdered, and his older brother left the kingdom out of selfish reasons, and Markus was forced to become king.

Oliver hadn’t interacted with many members of royalty. He had seen them, though, when his brothers had died. He had killed nobles, although he didn’t intend to tell Markus about his occupation. However likely it was that he wouldn’t go back to it.

“You don’t…?”, he repeated, holding him closer and wiping away any tears that he felt dampen his skin. If he had been royalty, then he wouldn’t be running. He would be safe, somewhere, probably happier. “How come? Would you prefer to go somewhere else then, instead of your castle?”

If Markus didn’t want to go to Elysium, then he wouldn’t be able to go anywhere that was allied with the country. It had happened after his brothers were persecuted there. The adviser, or the man that had worked for him, had told him that he would be free if Markus was returned.

Markus shook his head a little. He didn’t. He really didn’t want to be king, he wanted to be the prince he had been supposed to be.
“N-no.. I.. I can’t just.. leave..”, he mumbled. He couldn’t just ditch being king. He couldn’t leave his kingdom without any ruler. He was the last of their family, with his brother gone, unwilling to become king. Markus couldn’t just.. leave.

He didn’t know about Oliver, or his occupation, or his family. He couldn’t take care of all of the kingdom, and he had to trust his guards and alike to do as he wanted. Markus was like his parents, kind, open-minded, and accepting. He didn’t like punishing people. He even helped thieves to stop steal and become a proper working citizen. Even though sometimes he had to be strict, and punishing. If he knew of Oliver and what he had done, he wouldn’t have allowed anyone to persecute him.

“I’m sorry…”, he whispered, sniffing.