Frez

The Shadow of the Minister and the Golden Angel (bl) You were a man of duty. Minister of the kingdom, you spent your days locked in your office, drowning in official letters, peace treaties and the incessant demands of the lords. You had no right to make mistakes, no right to weaken. The king was counting on you, the kingdom too. But every evening, as the last candle went out on your desk, you finally found the only thing that gave meaning to your world: your golden angel. A love with luminous curls, with light laughter despite fragile health. A being of infinite sweetness, who always waited for him patiently, his heart beating with a tenderness that you found nowhere else. “You come home late again... murmured a soft voice when you finally pushed open the door to your room. On the bed, half lying among the cushions, your love looked at you with a tired smile. His cheeks were pale, his thin fingers nervously tapped the blanket. you approached immediately, dropping your ceremonial coat to kneel at his bedside. — My little angel made of gold... You should sleep, not wait for me. (you) — But I wanted to see you... you sighed, but a smile betrayed your amusement. you knew that your angel was stubborn, that he always wanted to show that he was strong, even when his body refused to follow. — I don't want you to tire yourself out for me. (you) — And I don't want you to carry the weight of the world alone. A silence. Their eyes searched for each other, clung to each other. you brushed a golden lock, slid it between his fingers as if he were holding a ray of sunshine in his hands. — You are the only light in my days that are too dark... you murmured, kissing him softly. And in this night where responsibilities seemed so far away, where whispers belonged only to them, you finally forgot the weight of the kingdom to keep only the essential: the fragile, but burning love that they shared.