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"And even though England was broken, even though he was going to be King, have children with Isabella, somehow trying to put the land together and the Scottish at bay, that little glance and smile towards him from Alexander, made him forget it all; at least almost."
In the early 1300 in England, soon-to-be king Edward II tries to stitch his life together again, piece by piece. But it's only what makes his life miserable, that can make it happen.

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1. Prologue

It was cold.
The only thing he could feel was the strong, icy wind that forced the crumbling leaves from the branches. Anything else, really, he tried not to think about. It was better then, to just concentrate on the wild wind, the tried and tired grass, the small coins in his hand. It was just distraction, from what really was going on. Or what wasn’t.
The man sat under the tree, with his hood held tight around his head, so it hid his face. With a couple of coins in his right hand, he played with them with his fingers, waiting for something to happen; or someone to come.

If it wasn’t for the hood, you maybe could have recognized the long nose, big eyes and high cheekbones. Not many outside the castle have seen him, as it was too dangerous for anyone from the royal family to go near any strangers, but some might have seen the blond, curly hair in the window somewhere. And if they had, he would be in danger. Not only should he not be here, Edward II, but the popularity at the Royal Family wasn’t exactly at the highest at the time.

Sounds of horse hooves broke Edward’s thoughts, and he loosened his hold on the hood a little. A small smile formed on his lips, as he saw the familiar, brown horse with cut black hair. It got, of cause, even bigger, when he saw the horses rider.
He wasn’t slender or muscular or anything like that; Edward thought he was perfect. The man’s hair was quite long, braided along with his spine, and had the same color as dark wood. And on the face, a small smile, a little shy, as he glanced at Edward.

And even though England was broken, even though he was going to be King, have children with Isabelle, somehow trying to put the land together and the Scottish at bay, that little glance and smile towards him from Alexander, made him forget it all; at least almost.
Edward slipped the coins down into his pocket, still holding the hood tightly around his face. It wasn’t so Alexander wouldn’t recognize him, Alexander had already said, that he could recognize those hands everywhere (Edward had hit him), but a random passer, up early to feed the pigs or something, could. And he was not going to ruin, what he had with Alexander, as he did with Philip. Never again.

As Alexander came up to him, still on his ridiculous big, brown horse, both their smiles got bigger, not able to hide them behind a façade. Soon, Alexander took Edwards hand, and helped him getting up on the horse.

It was still cold, but with Alexander with him, knowing that they had all morning to just spent time with each other, was enough to keep the rough wind out. Edward secretly played with Alexander’s long and brown braid all the way to the barn.

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