"What did you do this time?"
"Why do you always assume I've done something, Rudolf?" Cele retorted, the spirit of his tone stemming entirely from defensive mechanisms. He felt hollow and he could blame no one but himself.
It was his fault that he glazed over what had happened - and it was so easy to, since Heiko did not outwardly harbor such wrath over it.
In fact, Cele couldn't recall properly if the prince had ever brought it up. But... it could not be denied, either, that there were moments in which the young Simonese prince was, dare the general say, enjoying his presence.
Or was it all an act?
In a single, dread-filled second, the memory of their kiss in Cuilin's camp - one that Cele secretly enjoyed replaying in his mind's eye - was tarnished. Blighted with disease.