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Felix felt a constant distance between him and his father, Rodrigue. It wasn't that they hated each other, but rather, they just saw the world in different ways. Every time Rodrigue launched into a lecture on chivalry, Felix couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. To him, the most frustrating part of their relationship has always been his father's obsession with the ideals of knighthood, until he found out that the relationship between his father and King Lambert was…unusual. That is, until he walked in on his father masturbating in his own chamber, shouting King Lambert's name.
"No," Felix thought to himself, "this can't be real." He had always known that his father and King Lambert shared a special bond that went beyond the formalities of courtly life. But he never imagined that their relationship could be so intimate, so… passionate. The very idea of the two men being romantically involved sent shivers down Felix's spine. It was as if he had stumbled upon a secret world that he had never known existed.
Looking back, he realized that the clues had been there all along. The frequent correspondence between his father and King Lambert, the unexplained dismissals of guards outside the king's chamber when his father was visiting the capital – all of it pointed to a deeper relationship between the two men. If only Felix had been more perceptive, he might have realized the truth long before he stumbled upon his father's secret.
Felix couldn't help but recognize the similarities between himself and his father, although not in the way Rodrigue would have preferred. Memories flooded his mind - the words he had never dared to speak aloud when they were young, admitting that he would have happily become Blaiddyd's bride if it meant staying by Dimitri's side. He recalled the heart-wrenching pain he felt upon seeing his dear friend reduced to a mere shadow of himself, consumed by grief, rage, and an unyielding thirst for revenge. He was not a deeply religious man, but as he mourned over his lost and departed friend, he often found himself offering prayers to the goddess in the hopes of having his closest companion returned to him. The sight of the boar, with his beaming smile glued on his face, only deepened his sense of loss and loneliness. At night, when the weight of solitude became unbearable, he would sometimes find himself masturbating in the dormitory of the Officers Academy, where Dimitri's room lay just a wall away. His mind would often wander, and inevitably, it would always return to the one he had lost: Dimitri. The memories of his pale blue eyes filled with fondness, his hair shining in the soft sunlight, lingered in his mind. Felix couldn't help but think of his former friend with bittersweet longing. He couldn't help but murmur Dimitri's name whenever he came as if it was a prayer that could never be answered. Those three syllables, spoken with such tenderness, felt almost sacred on his tongue.
Despite his many scoldings, he could never bring himself to truly hate the boar, and now he realized why. The look that the boar cast toward him mirrored that of King Lambert towards his father, though less heated and more sorrowful. It was as if a part of Dimitri was trying hard to regain his senses and bring back the self he used to be.
As Felix pondered upon his emotions, he came to realize that his family's destiny was inevitably entwined with the royal family, whether it was a curse or a blessing. It seemed that fate had designated every Fraldarius to be Blaiddyd's sharpest sword and unyielding shield, closest confidant, and intimate partner, and this truth could not be denied.
He had long been ashamed of his feelings for Dimitri – the man he had once derisively called a boar, despising himself for harboring such emotions for a walking corpse who seemed more preoccupied with communing with the dead than with the living. A sense of release washed over him as Felix contemplated the love he had harbored in secret for so long. To embrace this reality was his only choice, and maybe, with time, he would come to embrace it wholeheartedly.
That is why, later that day, when Dimitri revealed that the bloodthirsty beast and the gentle prince were one, and Felix scolded him, urging him to live for himself, the yearning that Felix had kept hidden for so long finally erupted. As Dimitri thanked him for his perspective with that beaming smile so genuine on his face, Felix seized the moment and kissed him with a desperate longing that he knew Dimitri wouldn't reject.
As Rodrigue pushed open the door to Felix's chamber trying to explain himself about the incident, he froze in shock. In the faintly lit room before him, he beheld not only his son but also the future king, on his knees giving his son a blowjob.