Victor's P.O.V.

Almost dazed, the viscount and I exchange equally relieved and confused glances at the departure of Sir Altin. Sedately, he takes my hand and faces me again. His eyes ask many questions but his lips give voice to only one.

"So— Where were we, before that little  interruption?" he asks, body leaning toward mine suggestively.

My hands tingle, desiring to entwine in the short swathes of raven hair. It dawns on me, however, that I must release his grip and we must go back to our respective homes.

"I would love to kiss you, Yuuri—"

"But?" he cuts in.

A frown curves downward his gait and disappointment like ominous clouds threatens to overtake his eyes by storm.

"We should meet again."

I try to smile through the churning guilt in my stomach. I think it comes off as a cold and pained grimace. For a moment, I think I see him understand. He looks at me with a gaze like reality crushing the last of his previously splendid wonder. I miss the glimmer of fire and passion on his tender visage but I don't comment on the change of mood.

"When?" His voice is careful and his eyes are hooded.

"Tomorrow," I suggest firmly. "Same time— maybe a different location?"

He nods, a distant look captivating his hollowed gaze. He takes a step away and asks quietly, facing away from me, "Victor, my liege, what will happen to us if Sir Altin talks?"

"Oh, love, I wouldn't worry," I shake my head and run a hand through my hair. "I have more influence throughout the realm than have he. My only fear is that..."

He looks at me expectantly, returning to an arm's length distance.

"...Well, maybe it wouldn't be so bad," I blush.

He lifts an eyebrow and shoves my chest once, playfully. He demands I finish the thought, eliciting an amused grunt and a harassed agreement.

"Well," I begin shakily, "say, everything goes perfectly between we two. Say, we fall hopelessly, helplessly in love. What are we left to do then?"

The viscount looks down for a moment, perhaps thinking it over for the first time. I watch the light of passion return to his face and when he lifts his brow, he looks determined.

"It's not the first time a Day Constituent and a Night Constituent have fallen in love— we are members of the same court after all."

"My father would surely understand the allure of a Night Constituent," I smile faintly. "But my mother would greatly disapprove of the inability to produce an heir—" but I stop myself. "Can't you?"

"Can I not produce an heir, you mean?" I have never seen a more alluring cock of the eyebrow or heard a more enticing lilt to a sarcastic tone. "Well, no, I can't. But—"

"That's just the problem—"

"But you forget presentations by the Noble Stork. If we were to fall hopelessly, helplessly in love with one another," my mouth waters at the sexy drop in his voice, "the only thing to fear is Love itself."

If I were a stronger man, we would say goodnight now and we would simply meet again tomorrow. But I am not quite strong enough to resist the urges rising in my stomach. Luckily for me, my Yuuri does not seem capable of that kind of self-restriction either.

Short update: my apologies. This is perhaps only the first portion? Let me know in the comments if you want more to Victor's P.O.V. here. If not, moving on to Yurio next.

~Love, 🕊🏰