Anonymous
August 18, 2024 at 5:55:07 PM
**Title:** *A Moment of Trust*
Lyon sat on the edge of his bed, his usually composed demeanor faltering as he stared at the intricate patterns on the stone floor. His heart raced in his chest, hands trembling slightly as he fiddled with the hem of his royal robe. In the dim candlelight of his chamber, the familiar warmth of your presence—Lumiere—stood only a few feet away.
You had noticed something was off for days now. Lyon, the once dignified and brilliant prince of Grado, had grown more distant, his usual tenderness tinged with unease. Tonight, though, it felt different. He seemed nervous—vulnerable.
"Lyon," you whispered softly, stepping closer. "What's wrong?"
He flinched at the sound of your voice, his eyes meeting yours for only a brief second before he turned away, cheeks flushed. There was a silence that hung between you both, and you could tell he was wrestling with something deep inside. You reached out, gently resting your hand on his shoulder.
"Please... You can talk to me," you reassured him.
He let out a shaky breath, still unable to meet your gaze. "Lumiere... there's something I need to tell you... but I'm afraid." His voice was barely above a whisper, laced with embarrassment and hesitation.
You crouched down in front of him, cupping his face in your hands. "Lyon, you don't have to be afraid with me. Whatever it is, I'm here for you."
Lyon swallowed hard, his violet eyes shimmering with shame. "I... I didn’t want you to see me like this. I’m supposed to be strong... a leader." He paused, his voice catching in his throat. "But… tonight, something happened, and I don’t know how to explain it."
Your concern deepened. "What happened?"
He took a deep breath, his entire body trembling as he forced the words out. "I... I had an accident, Lumiere." His voice cracked as he finally looked into your eyes, his expression filled with a mixture of fear and embarrassment. "I… I wet myself. My diaper… it’s… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry."
The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of his confession. You could see the shame written all over his face, the way his hands gripped his robes tightly as if trying to hold onto the last shred of dignity he thought he had left.
But to you, Lyon was still Lyon. The man you loved, the one who had shown you his heart in ways no one else had. This moment, as vulnerable as it was, didn’t change that.
You stood up slowly, never breaking eye contact with him. "Lyon... there's nothing to be ashamed of," you said softly, your voice gentle as you sat beside him on the bed. "You don't need to apologize for something like this."
His eyes widened in surprise, as if he hadn’t expected your reaction. "But... how can you still look at me like that? I’m supposed to be a prince, and yet… I..."
You placed your hand on top of his, squeezing it gently. "You’re human, Lyon. You don’t have to be perfect all the time. In fact, you don’t have to be perfect at all. Not with me." You gave him a small, reassuring smile. "If anything, I’m glad you felt like you could tell me. That’s what trust is, isn’t it?"
Lyon’s face softened, his tension slowly dissipating as he absorbed your words. He exhaled shakily, a tear slipping down his cheek. "I was so afraid... that you’d think less of me."
You shook your head gently, wiping the tear away. "I could never think less of you. You’re so much more than the titles you wear, Lyon. You’re kind, gentle, and so full of heart. Nothing about this changes that."
He let out a soft, relieved laugh, his shoulders slumping as though a great weight had been lifted. "I don’t deserve you, Lumiere."
"Maybe not," you teased lightly, causing him to laugh a little more. "But I’m still here, aren’t I?"
For the first time that night, Lyon smiled—a true, genuine smile that made your heart ache with affection. He leaned his head against your shoulder, the tension melting away as he let himself relax in your presence.
"Thank you," he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you for accepting me… all of me."
You pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. "Always."
In that quiet moment, you held him close, reassuring him with your presence. The embarrassment that had once consumed him slowly faded, replaced by the warmth of the love and trust you shared. Lyon, no longer burdened by the weight of his secret, finally allowed himself to find comfort in the fact that, no matter what, he was loved—just as he was.
Replied on: August 18, 2024 at 6:07:12 PM
i read it. i read this. i truly have... no words to express my feelings. i will be thinking of this for a long time to come. ... thank you(?)
Sorry og fic writer…Heh, kisses u on the cheek