[KOSTA]
Kosta hated the transition.
He hated what it had meant to be taken from the palace or the borders, and he knew that people would talk.
The barbarians who had never been bested, the man who always got what he wanted, were suddenly at the mercy of the crown prince, who didn't even bother looking for him.
It was the cruelest thing that Kosta had ever had to deal with and honestly it drove him crazy how everyone expected him to act normal.
"He has been reduced to nothing really fast."
"And here we thought that he would be the next consort."
"Even with a mark on him, he is nothing."
"Claimed and abandoned."
The whispers always got louder in his presence, almost like they were ether to remind him of the one thing he would never have. The prettiest man he had ever set his eyes on. The man would never be able to spend even a minute with him so freely.
