Might as well have you

Prince Dian escorted Zhakhil back to his room. The man was a mess, it was expected after how things had turned out. He had just lost his dragon. 

He helped the man to get to bed and covered him with a warm blanket. While he got up to leave, Zhakhil held his hand to stop him from leaving. 

He was so lost that he feared that if he was left alone then he was not going to be found. It was a terrible night for him and the weather too was mirroring his mood. 

The lighting and thunder outside came so suddenly just like his heartbreak. "Don't leave," he pleaded in a small deep voice. 

Prince Dian sat on the side of the bed and held his hand. He felt sorry for Zhakhil, to love someone who belonged to another was the most painful kind of love. Knowing that the one you love can never be your was even worse. 

"I will stay until you fall asleep," he informed the human prince.