Capítulo 22: Silver
This chapter has been edited on August 7, 2019
"Wow, do I hate weddings. Soooooo boring, dude," Brent sighed. Lucas was tying his tie because apparently Brent didn't know that bow-ties weren't all bought pre-tied in clip-on form.
"If you ruin Gina and Diana's wedding with your grumbing, I'll make sure we sleep in separate rooms tonight," the prince warned, "I mean it, Brent. You're not ruining this night with your attitude."
Brent smirked, snaking his arms around Lucas's waist, "What do I get if I'm good?"
"Three smacks to the face instead of your usual five, but only if you play your cards right," Lucas rolled his eyes.
After finishing his lover's tie, he backed up to admire his handy work with a smile. He beamed at the chef, "Have I ever told you you look great in black? Because you always look really, really, really magnificent in black,"
"Yes, darling. Literally every time I've ever worn black ever." Brent laughed going over to the dresser to nightstand to look at himself in the mirror, "That's why I haven't worn an ounce of white since we've started our relationship. You flatter me too much,"
The prince smiled, "That's because I love you."
Brent turned around and returned his smile. Lucas was adorable, he thought. He was beaming proudly, eyes filled with love.
"I love you more," Brent countered softly.
Lucas's smile dropped, "Not possible."
"It's possible," Brent nodded, "in fact, it's true."
Lucas crossed his arms, "That is 100% a lie," he shook his head, "I love you more and that is all,"
"I'm sorry to tell you that you're the one lying," Brent also crossed his arms, "Because I love you ten times more than you love me."
"I am the prince of the Southern Kingdom," he narrowed his eyes, "I demand you admit that I love you more," he said, raising his chin arrogantly.
Brent raised an eyebrow, "Oh yeah? Well I'm the boyfriend of the prince of the Southern Kingdom. And even if I weren't I wouldn't care what you say, because I love you more. And that's final."
"It is not," Lucas huffed, pouting and stomping his foot.
Brent reached into his suit jacket pocket, "Oh I think it is. And I can prove it," he said, getting down on one knee.
Lucas's face turned the shade of a tomato. His eyes widened, "What do you think you're doing?"
"You're a smart man, I think you can figure it out," Brent said, opening the tiny box he pulled out of his pocket to reveal a small diamond ring, "Gina told me if I was gonna do it, to do it right before her wedding so we wouldn't steal her thunder but also so you guys could both celebrate today."
Lucas blinked in shock, "Oh," was all he could muster.
Brent nooded, "Oh"
And a silence followed, both of them frozen in the same position before Brent took a deep breath.
"So are you gonna answer or..." he coughed awkwardly, "My knees aren't what they used to be, I don't know how much longer I can kneel."
"Well you didn't actually ask me yet, did you?" Lucas scowled.
"You obviously know what I was going to say," Brent rolled his eyes.
Lucas stomped his foot again, "Brent!" he whined, "You propose to me right or I will leave this room right now with no response!"
Brent sucked his teeth but smiled sheepishly anyway, "Lucas Benjamin Charming. You have been the golden light of my life since I first arrived in this castle. If it weren't for the insatiable and honestly quite worrying appetite you had when you were single, I would've never gotten to meet someone like you-"
"Get on with it."
"You can't rush perfection, princess," Brent shook his head, "I clearly love you more than you'll ever realize and I couldn't imagine ever spending the rest of my life without you. Now, will you marry me?"
Lucas grinned, eyes misty and a laugh stifled in the back of his throat. He rolled his eyes, "Took you long enough."
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