Reserved #2.1

“...Would I??”

The light in his eyes didn’t last long.

“...What would he even think of me? I mean, look at me! I’m a street rat, I look like a monster...”

"If I can have ties with him, so can you. Come with me."

Alghira took the peasant by the hand, dragging him through the market.

"What's your name, by the way?"

Sol couldn’t even argue.

“...I-I’m Sol... who are you..?”

"I'll tell you when we get there."

After about fifteen minutes, they arrived at the palace. Alghira took down his hood and knocked on the door, which opened promptly. The sultan was actually not busy for once.

"Hm? Oh, welcome back, my son! You brought a friend? Who is this?"

Sol’s eyes widened.

“...You’re his son..?!”

He quickly bowed down before the two.

“Y-Your majesties...”

The sultan chuckled a bit.

"Arise, young one."

"Father, this is Sol. He was running away from the guards in the market, I hope it's alright that I gave him an apple, he was starving..."

"No, no, no, only an apple? Why Alghira, he is a young man! He needs a proper meal! Hm... Show him to a vacant room, he can stay as long a he needs. I will even provide a job for him if he needs one."

Alghira's eyes lit up, and a smile spread across his face.

"Really??? You'll let him stay??"

The sultan nodded.

Sol looked even more surprised, if that was even possible.

“Really?? B-But- sire, I-I’m merely a peasant!! You don’t need to be doing all of this..!”

“...I... alright...”

How the did this happen?! he thought.

The prince took Sol's hand, and led him to his (Alghira's) room.

Sol gasped when they arrived. He’d never seen anything more fancy in his entire life.

“...Whoa...”

His eyes sparkled with wonder.

The prince smiled.

"Would you like to stay in this room?"

"...I'm willing to share~."

...And you can just assume what happens after this.

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