“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.
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