The reassurance given to Alessio was nice, but he was starting to come to terms with the fact that Silvan would always return. In the past two days since the letter from Asten came, they had spent almost every one of their waking hours together, and it had all been initiated by Silvan.
Rather, he was struggling with a much different matter, and that was how affected he was by Silvan shirtless. Perhaps it was because the stoic Prince was usually somberly dressed, usually in all black, almost every inch of skin covered. But that did little to explain the blood in his cheeks and the lump in his throat.
Alessio really should take the way out given to him by Silvan, but he was a little curious. His fluttering gaze passed over Silvan's built body, which was quite a surprise considering that prior to his presence in Vallyn, he had been a man of the cloth. Did Priests all have powerful physiques underneath their holy vestments?
