77: The war I can't win (3)

~Laith~

In the land of sinners and saints, I did not sleep well. Though my bed was comfortable enough, for I had all sorts of queer dreams. The dreams ranged from thoughts of Zephirin with another to our reunion that inevitably sends him to his grave. 

I missed the deposed crown prince. My eyes searched for him in the corners of my room. I wish he would make the first move and come and meet me. 

 Whether it's to come and scold me, vent out his anger, or demand an explanation for my actions. I wanted him to come to me. I'll take him in any way I can. 

I sat up in the silence of the room. The empty room echoed the memories of the times the prince popped up in my room when I was down. The times he held me in his arms and assured me with his kind words. 

I yearned for his sweetness. I stared blankly at the bracelets around my wrist. My heart raced with desire. The need to see him reverberated in every nerve in my body.