Markus looked up to Oliver when he felt his hands on his own. He hummed softly and nodded. “No one can understand another one’s life.”, he mumbled. They were so different too, Markus was aware. He was royalty, a king, and what was Oliver even? A citizen, a criminal maybe. Nothing Markus would ever even begin to grasp.
“People do bad things, thinking it’s for the best…”, he murmured quietly. It was pretty much the only thing he had been able to hear when he had been kidnapped and transported around. Someone wanted to rule his kingdom, because he was so inexperienced. Something Markus technically understood -he was inexperienced, and had no self-confidence as king- though knew the method of trying to get his kingdom a “better” leader was bad.
Markus smiled lightly and nodded. He enjoyed being with Oliver, and being honest with him. He never minded it, and was always so kind and understanding. It made him happy to know.
“Thank you.”, he said quietly, for a lot of reasons. He was glad Oliver was here, and took care of him. He wouldn’t be here without his help.
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