Priceless Slave (BL) Chapter 65: I will be your concubine

"Go rest," Sylas replied, continuing to walk. His mind was busy, coming up with ways to fix the situation.

The guards looked uneasy as they followed him. Of course, they couldn’t leave the prince alone.

Amos walked quietly behind Sylas. His eyes were sharp, watching every movent. His hands clenched every ti he saw anything move—even just a leaf blowing in the wind.

Sylas glanced at Amos. The man was still very young, only nineteen, but very capable. Huron had discovered his skills during this year’s palace guard recruitnt. He ca from a remote village in the Westre region. His sword skills were still far below Alvaro’s, but above average for a knight.

Huron said he was sure Amos had trained hard since childhood. His reflexes were amazing. After a few months of training, Huron recomnded him as Alvaro’s companion.

There was only one problem. Amos didn’t like to talk. It was hard to get him to say anything unless it was really important.

"Amos, do you have any family?" Sylas asked, surprising Amos with the sudden question.

The man just shook his head.

"None at all?" Sylas asked.

Amos nodded. He stared at Sylas, trying to understand the reason for the question. His face was serious.

"Well... I was just asking. Sotis family can be comforting, sotis they give you a headache," Sylas sighed, thinking about his current problems.

Amos pressed his lips together. He looked at Sylas but stayed silent.

Sylas looked up at the night sky. The atmosphere seed peaceful. And for the next month, he would be stuck with Amos, since Huron had ordered Alvaro to stay away from him for a whole month.

"Your Highness, Prince Anam..." said one of the guards.

Sylas imdiately tensed up. The prince was scheduled to return to Eria tomorrow. So tonight was his last night.

They must not et. Lately, they had only t during dinner, and even then, Sylas had struggled to avoid him. Anam always wanted to be close to him.

Now he really didn’t want to see the man.

Sylas started walking fast toward the side door, like a thief trying to escape.

The guards panicked. They didn’t want to deal with Anam—it would be a headache to co up with an excuse to make him leave.

Amos drew his sword, sensing danger.

Sylas was startled. He stopped imdiately.

"No, Amos. Don’t draw your weapon in front of another royal guest," Sylas said. A small mistake could cause a war.

Especially now, since he couldn’t accept Anam’s proposal, their relationship was already tense. Amos stared, confused about why Sylas had run.

"Prince Sylas!"

The cheerful voice rang out, but to Sylas, it sounded like a death sentence. He lowered his head in resignation.

Prince Anam quickly walked toward Sylas.

The guards moved aside to make way. They exchanged glances, knowing exactly how Sylas felt.

Amos stood still, staring at Anam, confused by his wide smile. He didn’t understand why Sylas was avoiding him.

Amos bowed respectfully.

Anam smiled. "I finally got to et King Adrien tonight. I’m so glad he’s awake. You must be happy too."

Sylas smiled. "I’m grateful for that."

"Want to go for a walk? I bet you can’t sleep either. I’ll be leaving tomorrow. I’m sure you’re not happy about that, but I’ve stayed too long," Anam said kindly.

Sylas just smiled politely. If only Anam knew—he was desperate for the man to leave.

"Let’s go to the park," Anam suggested.

Sylas wanted to refuse, but Anam looked too hopeful. He couldn’t bring himself to say no.

They sat in the gazebo by the pond, like lovers.

Only this ti, it was Anam doing all the talking. Sylas still responded kindly, so Anam kept going.

"I heard there’ll be a festival to celebrate King Adrien’s recovery," Anam said, suddenly looking sad.

Sylas nodded. "That’s in a week."

Anam sighed. "You must want to go with . Should I delay my return—"

"Oh no! It’s fine!" Sylas quickly cut him off. "You know I don’t like crowds. Don’t worry about . You should go ho; I’m sure they’re waiting for you."

Anam nodded, looking sad. "I’ll co back as soon as I can."

Sylas turned away, then looked back at him more seriously.

"Prince Anam, I don’t know how to say this. I’m not interested in marriage. The only marriage I’ve had was to produce an heir for the kingdom," Sylas said, watching his reaction.

Anam just smiled. "I know. You’re going to marry Princess Eresia of Ganesh."

Sylas was stunned. How did he know?

"You already know?"

"I knew the first ti I ca here. King Adrien wants you to marry her because the kingdom needs an heir. But I’m sure you love ," Anam said confidently.

Sylas was speechless.

"I’m willing to be your concubine," Anam said without hesitation.

Sylas choked on his saliva. He coughed hard. Anam quickly stood and rubbed his back.

"Are you okay?" he asked, worried.

Sylas waved that he was fine and took a deep breath. He looked at Anam again.

"Prince Anam, how can you be a concubine when you’re a crown prince? Your people need you. How can you leave them for love?" Sylas wanted to say "a one-sided love", but he didn’t want to hurt him.

"Eria won’t be without a king. My younger brother will take my place," Anam replied.

"You have to think of your people first."

Anam smiled. "I don’t care. I can’t live without you. I’ll go crazy. I’ll do anything to be with you. We still have a chance."

Sylas felt his face heat up, torn between guilt and fear to reject.

"Prince Anam, go back to Eria. Support by becoming king. I don’t have much power here. If you beco king, we can help each other. Eria and Valigria could beco two strong kingdoms," said Sylas.

Anam stared at him. "I won’t get to see you often if I beco king."

"No. We can still et. I’m not promising a romantic relationship, but I’ll always support you," Sylas said.

Anam looked heartbroken. His usual cheerful face turned sad. But he knew it was hard to beco Sylas’ concubine. His kingdom would never allow it. It would be a disaster.

Sylas was right. Without power, he couldn’t support him.

Anam looked at Sylas again. "I might leave very early tomorrow. Can I kiss you before I go?" he asked.

Sylas swallowed hard. He didn’t want to. But the thought of Anam becoming king and holding a grudge—leading to war—held him back.

He took a deep breath. But before he could answer, Anam was already sitting beside him, pulling him closer by the waist.

Sylas gasped, surprised.

Then Anam’s warm lips touched his. A soft, patient kiss. Their tongues t, and the sound of kissing echoed in the quiet night.

The guards looked away. At that mont, all they could see was the moon hanging in the sky.