He is handsome. It’s an odd thing to realise, under the moonlight on this loch in the middle of nowhere, beside a hill full of blood and under the twinkling lights of the enemy camp.
“You are a good man” Douglas says softly. “I think you’re questioning yourself. All these people, rallying to you finally. Resentment was easier fuel for the fire but now you have to be the king they wanted, right? and you’re asking yourself if you’re good enough”
He swallows, unsure how to answer, unsure if he’s allowed to say that no, he wasn’t thinking that, he was thinking how pretty James fucking Douglas looked under the moonlight.
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31 Jan 2020