Alto

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Alto sat up in the grass panting. Bad dream. He saw the sun beginning to rise in front of him and felt the cool breeze on his face. He heard Nile stir in his sleep beside him, mumbling softly to himself. Alto’s right leg was tangled in between Nile’s. Why did he stay? Not wanting to wake up Nile, Alto began to get up. However, he suddenly felt fingers wrap around his ankle, pulling him down.

“Stay,” the sleepy prince whispered, his eyes still closed.

“Nile, you didn’t have to stay here,” Alto said, crouching back down. He ruffled Nile’s brown hair as the prince opened his eyes and propped himself up on his arms.

“I felt like it. I don’t have to act like a prince all the time,” Nile pouted.

“Why aren’t you king yet?” Alto suddenly blurted. He didn’t mean to say it so bluntly but Nile still got the message.