Aldrick sighed as he flushed a gentle red. Siran stood outside, his figure visible through the window the king was leaning against. His pale cloud-like skin almost glowed in the sun as he trained, strong yet not bulky body twisted in ways that Aldrick previously had not known was possible. The guard’s soft white hair blew in the breeze, leaving both his eyepatch and singular blue eye visible on his face. The king couldn’t help but stare at his friend, as he had found himself entranced by the other man, helpless to the pull he felt by the one who swore to protect him. He truly felt pity for whoever wrote him that letter just mere minutes before, as he was completely enraptured by Siran, his secret admiration. Yet all he could do was watch from afar, and that, was enough.. for now.