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letting him hurdle over. He picked up his gaze once more, looking at the alpha-male, who was now sitting upright, handkerchief tucked back into his breast pocket. The prince looked as he always did, but now Will thought that behind those calm, placid ice-blue eyes was an unspoken tiredness.
Well, we’re not engaged, we’re not lovers — we’re not even friends. Why should he feel comfortable with me? Will thought sadly. The wagsroot was helping him keep control of his impulses, but his brain could not switch off and forget that James was his fated mate. It hurt to be around him and know that James did not feel the same things as he did. It was worse than mere unrequited love. It was knowing that the perfect person for him was right in front of him, but there was an insurmountable wall for him climb over first.
“You must be happy that the Redfang Prince Dashel has arrived,” said Will carefully.
James nodded briskly, eyes looking over at the woods in the distance. “It’s good he arrived safely. If you’ll pardon me, I’d like to rest a little while more before heading back.”
“Oh, oh, sure,” said Will, flustered once more. I’ve irritated him, haven’t I?
James laid back down, hands tucked behind his head, eyes shut. Will kept his head down, frowning as he realised that he had been a bit overzealous with trimming during the conversation, and there was a sudden, obvious dent in the bushes thanks to his carelessness.
I should go back , he thought. There’s nothing for me to do here anymore.
He cleared his throat, quietly announced his departure to the prince, and turned on his heels.
Not after he had taken ten steps away from the pavilion, he heard something, and two familiar scents filled his nostrils. He turned around and saw, to his horror, Jack and Peter in their wolf-forms, sprinting happily towards the white pavilion from the forest. They must have been playing in there. They unknowingly made a beeline for the Prince, and Will was about to chase them away when he saw James sit up suddenly. He probably picked up on the pups’ scents and was curious.
The boys sprang up the steps to the pavilion and halted at the sight of James. Just as quickly, they popped back into their human-forms, and looked up at him curiously.
“Hi!” said Peter eagerly.
“You’re the First Son, right?” said Jack.
“Yes, yes, I am,” was the Prince’s response, sounding amused.
Will cringed. James didn’t sound offended or annoyed, but he probably wasn’t very pleased at being disturbed by two boisterous boys. He headed back to the pavilion, ready to usher the boys away.
“I’m Peter, and this is Jack! Can you come play with us?”
“Play with you?” the Prince sounded bewildered.
“Yeah, fox-and-hound! This field’s really big. It’s perfect for running! Or we can play in the woods, it’s really nice in there.” Peter grinned, his missing front tooth making his smile look even cuter.
“Now, now,” said Will, finally reaching the pavilion. He pressed against the boys’ backs, trying to urge them away. “Don’t bother the First Son with your games. He wants to rest, you know.”
“But —” Jack and Peter started to whined simultaneously.
“It’s fine,” said James, and the happy look on his face surprised Will. He let out a grunt as he stood up, and leaned over the railing of the pavilion, looking back at the inn. He squinted his eyes. “What rooms look down on the party field?”
“What rooms?” Will repeated, confused. “Well, the main building’s only. Both the west and east wings don’t face the field.”
“So I suppose none of my family will be looking down here?”
“No, I don’t think so,” said Will, bewildered.
Prince James smiled. “Good.” He took off his coat. “Let the children be, Master William. I could use a good run, anyway.” He grinned, and Will realised that was the first genuine smile he had seen from James.
Well, we’re not engaged, we’re not lovers — we’re not even friends. Why should he feel comfortable with me? Will thought sadly. The wagsroot was helping him keep control of his impulses, but his brain could not switch off and forget that James was his fated mate. It hurt to be around him and know that James did not feel the same things as he did. It was worse than mere unrequited love. It was knowing that the perfect person for him was right in front of him, but there was an insurmountable wall for him climb over first.
“You must be happy that the Redfang Prince Dashel has arrived,” said Will carefully.
James nodded briskly, eyes looking over at the woods in the distance. “It’s good he arrived safely. If you’ll pardon me, I’d like to rest a little while more before heading back.”
“Oh, oh, sure,” said Will, flustered once more. I’ve irritated him, haven’t I?
James laid back down, hands tucked behind his head, eyes shut. Will kept his head down, frowning as he realised that he had been a bit overzealous with trimming during the conversation, and there was a sudden, obvious dent in the bushes thanks to his carelessness.
I should go back , he thought. There’s nothing for me to do here anymore.
He cleared his throat, quietly announced his departure to the prince, and turned on his heels.
Not after he had taken ten steps away from the pavilion, he heard something, and two familiar scents filled his nostrils. He turned around and saw, to his horror, Jack and Peter in their wolf-forms, sprinting happily towards the white pavilion from the forest. They must have been playing in there. They unknowingly made a beeline for the Prince, and Will was about to chase them away when he saw James sit up suddenly. He probably picked up on the pups’ scents and was curious.
The boys sprang up the steps to the pavilion and halted at the sight of James. Just as quickly, they popped back into their human-forms, and looked up at him curiously.
“Hi!” said Peter eagerly.
“You’re the First Son, right?” said Jack.
“Yes, yes, I am,” was the Prince’s response, sounding amused.
Will cringed. James didn’t sound offended or annoyed, but he probably wasn’t very pleased at being disturbed by two boisterous boys. He headed back to the pavilion, ready to usher the boys away.
“I’m Peter, and this is Jack! Can you come play with us?”
“Play with you?” the Prince sounded bewildered.
“Yeah, fox-and-hound! This field’s really big. It’s perfect for running! Or we can play in the woods, it’s really nice in there.” Peter grinned, his missing front tooth making his smile look even cuter.
“Now, now,” said Will, finally reaching the pavilion. He pressed against the boys’ backs, trying to urge them away. “Don’t bother the First Son with your games. He wants to rest, you know.”
“But —” Jack and Peter started to whined simultaneously.
“It’s fine,” said James, and the happy look on his face surprised Will. He let out a grunt as he stood up, and leaned over the railing of the pavilion, looking back at the inn. He squinted his eyes. “What rooms look down on the party field?”
“What rooms?” Will repeated, confused. “Well, the main building’s only. Both the west and east wings don’t face the field.”
“So I suppose none of my family will be looking down here?”
“No, I don’t think so,” said Will, bewildered.
Prince James smiled. “Good.” He took off his coat. “Let the children be, Master William. I could use a good run, anyway.” He grinned, and Will realised that was the first genuine smile he had seen from James.
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