Weeks passed with back-and-forth meetings, endless calls, and Skype sessions with Dylan, ensuring the success of Viladair's upcoming charity event. Finally, everything was in place. The long-awaited event was just around the corner, and Theo was set to head to Viladair next week.

  He looked at James, handing over the final documents. "I’ve got everything here. I trust you to handle things while I’m gone."

  James nodded, taking the documents from Theo. "Understood, Your Highness. We'll make sure everything runs smoothly in your absence."

  Theo gave a final glance at the foundation office before turning to leave. He couldn’t afford to lose focus now, especially with the Viladair charity event just days away. The pressure weighed on him, but there was a certain excitement as well. This was the culmination of weeks of hard work.

  As he walked out of the office, his phone buzzed in his pocket. It was a message from Cass.

  “Hope you’re taking care of yourself. Don't forget to breathe, Theo. I’ll see you soon.”

  A smile tugged at Theo's lips. Even after all the chaos, Cass always knew how to ground him. He typed a quick reply, his fingers moving faster than he thought.

  “Can’t wait to see you too. I’ll make time for us soon. Promise.”

  He hit send, pocketed his phone, and left for the airport, ready for the next chapter of the mission—Viladair.

  ---

  Theo had barely settled into the seat on the plane when his exhaustion hit him like a wave. He had been running on fumes for days—nonstop meetings, phone calls, finalizing every detail for the Viladair charity event. As the plane took off and the low hum of the engines filled the cabin, his eyes grew heavy, his thoughts slowing down. It wasn’t long before sleep overtook him, and he drifted off into a peaceful slumber, his mind finally shutting down from the chaos of the past weeks.

  By the time the plane touched down in Viladair, the early morning light was just starting to break through the sky. Theo was still groggy as he stepped off the plane, but the work never stopped. Edric was beside him, briefcase in hand, ready for the next meeting. The luxury of the Viladair hotel awaited them, a grand place set aside for their stay—designed to impress but also to give them the space they needed to focus on the event.

  Theo barely had the energy to look around as they entered their suite. The soft, muted colors of the room and the modern decor did little to ease the weight in his chest. His body was screaming for rest. Without hesitation, he crashed onto the bed, face first, letting out a long sigh. He wasn’t planning on doing much else today besides prepping for the evening's final touches.

  Still, even in his fatigue, his mind wandered to Cass. He had been meaning to call, to hear that voice again—the one that seemed to pull him out of his head.

  He reached for his phone and unlocked it, fingers moving on autopilot as he found Cass’s name. His thumb hovered over the screen for a moment before he tapped the call button.

  The ringing tone echoed in his ear. Once. Twice.

  His heart gave a small flutter when the call finally connected.

  "Hi sweetheart," Cass’s voice came through, smooth and warm, like a balm to his tired mind. "Just wanted to hear your voice."

  Theo couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips. The exhaustion faded just a little, hearing Cass’s voice on the other end of the line. "I needed to hear yours too," Theo murmured, closing his eyes as he let the sound of Cass’s voice fill his senses. "You’ve been on my mind all day, as usual."

  Cass’s laugh, soft and familiar, sent a wave of comfort through him. "I can tell," Cass teased. "You sound like you’ve barely had time to breathe, let alone sleep."

  Theo let out a long breath, shifting his position on the bed as he tucked the phone between his ear and shoulder. "You know how it is. Always something more to do. But I’m glad I got a moment to call you. It’s been too long."

  "Yeah," Cass agreed, his voice softening. "I miss you."

  Theo’s chest tightened, a mix of longing and love welling up inside him. "I miss you too. I can’t wait for this to be over so we can finally... have some time together."

  "I’ll be waiting for you," Cass said, his words gentle but full of meaning. "Take care of yourself, alright? Don’t push yourself too hard."

  Theo chuckled, sinking deeper into the bed, letting the exhaustion creep back into his bones. "I promise. But right now... I just need to hear you a little longer. It’s the only thing keeping me sane."

  "Then I’m all yours," Cass replied, and Theo could hear the smile in his voice. "I’ll be here whenever you need me, Theo."

  A small laugh escaped Theo as he closed his eyes, feeling a sense of peace he hadn't realized he'd been craving. "Thank you, Cass. You have no idea how much I needed this."

  They stayed on the phone for a while longer, talking about everything and nothing. It was the perfect escape from the pressure of the event ahead. For the first time in days, Theo felt the weight lift off his shoulders—just a little.

  When the conversation finally wound down, Theo was reluctant to let it end. But he knew he needed to focus on what was ahead. "I’ll call you later, sweetheart. I promise."

  "Looking forward to it," Cass replied, his voice filled with warmth. "Take care of yourself, Theo."

  "I will. Talk soon."

  With a final sigh, Theo ended the call, but the feeling of Cass’s presence lingered in the quiet hotel room. As his eyes fluttered shut once more, he let the peace of the moment take him, knowing that the event would soon take its toll. But for now, at least, he could rest—knowing that no matter how hard things got, Cass was just a phone call away.

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  The event site was alive with movement as Theo arrived, meeting Dylan at the final checkpoint before the big day. Everything had been set in place—the weeks of planning, the late-night meetings, the endless calls—all leading up to this moment. Tomorrow would be the culmination of all their efforts.

  Dylan stood beside a table covered in documents, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he flipped through the final checklist. He glanced at Theo. "So, everything in place?"

  Theo exhaled, scanning the bustling venue where workers made their last-minute adjustments. "I’m sure it is."

  Dylan closed the folder in his hands, turning fully to face Theo. Without a word, he extended his hand.

  Theo met his gaze, then clasped his hand firmly.

  "Let’s do this," Dylan said, his grip strong, steady.

  Theo nodded, a rare, genuine smile crossing his lips.

  ---

  By midday, the event was in full swing. The grand venue was filled with movement and energy—politicians, diplomats, and royals alike mingled effortlessly with civilians, all gathered for one purpose: to support the charity. The air buzzed with conversation, the sound of laughter and light music blending seamlessly into the atmosphere.

  Theo walked through the grounds, taking in the sight of booths brimming with activity. Volunteers engaged with visitors, artists auctioned their work, luxury goods were being sold—all proceeds going directly to the charity. It was wealth repurposed for good, and that was something Theo took immense pride in.

  At the entrance, a large, elegant banner stretched above the crowd, the bold lettering standing proudly for all to see:

  Viladair Charity with Harrington Humanitarian Foundation.

  Seeing it displayed so prominently, Theo couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of accomplishment.

  As he wandered through the event, his gaze landed on Edric, stationed at one of the booths, surprisingly at ease. Theo observed him for a moment—his brother actually seemed to be enjoying himself, interacting with attendees, even laughing at something a vendor said. That sight alone made Theo exhale a breath of relief.

  He reached for a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, taking a slow sip as he pulled out his phone. The moment the screen lit up, his focus immediately fell on his wallpaper—Cassius. A mirror selfie Cass had once sent him, smirking at the camera in that way that drove Theo insane.

  His thumb brushed absently over the image, as if he could reach through the screen. He whispered under his breath, "I wish you were here to see this."

  Then, a shadow moved over him.

  A familiar presence.

  That voice.

  "Looks like a success," came the smooth, unmistakable tone.

  Theo didn’t need to turn around. The scent—clean, sharp, and distinctly Cass—was enough.

  Slowly, he tilted his head, lips already curving upward before his gaze even landed on him.

  Cassius stood beside him, effortlessly slipping into the space at his side, champagne flute in hand. He was dressed impeccably, as always, exuding that effortless Hartwell charm.

  Theo raised an eyebrow, but before he could even form a greeting, Cass leaned in slightly, eyes flickering toward the phone still in Theo’s grip.

  "I assume I just caught you staring at my picture," he remarked, completely unbothered as he took a slow sip of his drink.

  Theo let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "Cocky as ever."

  Cass turned his head slightly, meeting Theo’s gaze. "Am I wrong?"

  Theo didn’t answer—he didn’t need to. The way he looked at Cass said everything.

  Cassius smirked, taking another sip of his champagne, his gaze never leaving Theo. The air between them hummed with something unspoken, something that had been there long before this moment.

  Theo finally slid his phone back into his pocket, straightening. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

  Cass hummed, tilting his head slightly. “Did you think I’d miss this? I had to see for myself.” His eyes flickered toward the bustling charity event, the people gathered, the success of it all. Then, softer, “And I had to see you.”

  Theo’s lips pressed together for a second before he exhaled a quiet chuckle. “You’re not exactly subtle, sweetheart.”

  “I never am,” Cass admitted easily. He leaned closer, just enough for only Theo to hear, “But you like that about me.”

  Theo didn’t deny it.

  Cass set his glass down on the nearby table, turning fully toward Theo. His fingers brushed against the fabric of Theo’s sleeve, the smallest touch, but enough to make Theo’s breath hitch.

  “Proud of yourself?” Cass asked, voice quieter now, more personal. “You should be. This is…” He gestured around them, the charity, the people, the impact. “It’s incredible, Theo.”

  Theo looked away for a moment, scanning the event like he was still making sure everything was in place. Then, softer, he murmured, “It’s not just me. Dylan, the foundation, everyone made this happen.”

  Cass’ hand ghosted lower, fingertips grazing Theo’s wrist. “Yeah, but none of them are you.”

  Theo finally looked back at him. There was something in Cass’ expression—something raw, something almost reverent.

  Before Theo could say anything, Cass smirked again, like he was giving them both a moment to breathe. “Besides, it’d be a shame if I wasn’t here to celebrate.”

  Theo raised a brow. “Celebrate?”

  Cass leaned in just enough for their shoulders to brush. “You, your success, your ridiculous ability to make anything you touch turn into something meaningful.” Then, teasing, “And, of course, the fact that you’ve been staring at my picture like a lovesick fool.”

  Theo laughed, shaking his head. “You really won’t let that go, huh?”

  Cass’ smirk softened. “Not a chance.”

  Theo sighed dramatically, but there was nothing but warmth in his expression as he muttered, “God, you’re impossible.”

  Cass grinned. “And yet, here you are, still looking at me like that.”

  Theo didn’t even try to deny it.

  ---

  Theo watched as Cassius effortlessly blended into the crowd, wearing the simple volunteer badge over his expensive clothes like he’d always belonged there. His laughter rang out above the chatter, easy and unrestrained, as he helped an elderly woman carry a donation box. He crouched down to speak with a group of children, ruffling one of their heads as they giggled at something he said.

  For the first time, Theo didn’t see a prince weighed down by expectations. He saw Cassius—just Cass.

  A firm hand clapped onto his shoulder, snapping him out of it.

  “It’s a success, Theo! We did it!” Dylan grinned, triumphant. “Our event is a massive success! You should see the numbers we’re pulling in—it’s beyond what we expected.”

  Theo exhaled a small chuckle. “Told you it’d work.”

  Dylan nudged him. “No need to sound so smug, Harrington.” Then, after a pause, his tone shifted, teasing, “By the way… did your secret lover end up coming? I keep scanning the crowd, wondering what they look like, and I’d really love to see what kind of person managed to bring Bellemont's Prince to his knees.”

  Theo sighed, already bracing himself. “Dylan—”

  “Don’t ‘Dylan’ me.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Come on, just a hint. Are they here?”

  Theo took a deliberate sip of his champagne, ignoring him.

  Then, across the crowd, Cassius turned, and their eyes met. It was just for a second—one lingering glance in a sea of people—but it was enough. Theo felt the air shift.

  Dylan, who had been watching Theo instead of the event, noticed immediately. His grin widened. “Wait a damn second—”

  “You didn’t see anything,” Theo interrupted smoothly, still sipping his drink.

  Dylan narrowed his eyes. “No, no, I definitely saw something.” He turned slightly, scanning the crowd. His eyes flicked between Cassius and Theo. “Oh my god.”

  Theo sighed. “Dylan—”

  “I knew I wasn’t crazy.” Dylan gasped, then smacked Theo’s arm. “Are you kidding me? Cassius of Ravensford?!”

  Theo’s jaw tightened, but he kept his expression neutral. “You’re imagining things.”

  “Oh, I am?” Dylan scoffed. “So I didn’t just see the heir of Ravensford do a double-take at you like you personally hung the stars in the sky?”

  Theo raised an eyebrow. “I think you need another drink.”

  Dylan gaped at him. “Are you serious right now? You’re just gonna stand there and lie to my face?”

  Theo smirked. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  Dylan groaned dramatically. “Oh, you so do. I can’t believe this. This is scandalous. This is history in the making.” He shook his head, grinning. “Damn, Theo. A prince and a prince. And not just any prince—that prince.”

  Theo sighed, rubbing his temples. “Dylan, I swear—”

  “I have so many questions,” Dylan continued, completely ignoring him. “When did this start? How did you keep it a secret? Is it—oh my god—is this why you were staring at your phone like a lovesick fool? That was him?”

  Theo closed his eyes. “Dylan.”

  “I knew I liked him for a reason.” Dylan crossed his arms, nodding. “So… when’s the wedding?”

  Theo groaned.

  Dylan burst out laughing at Theo’s exhausted expression, clearly enjoying this far too much.

  “Oh, come on, Harrington. This is huge. You and him? Do you know what kind of international chaos this would cause?”

  Theo shot him a dry look. “You’re being dramatic.”

  Dylan raised an eyebrow. “Am I? Because last I checked, Hartwell and Harrington are not exactly on the best of terms.”

  Theo exhaled sharply, taking another sip of his drink. “And that’s exactly why you’re going to keep your mouth shut.”

  Dylan smirked. “Oh, don’t worry, I wouldn’t dare ruin the most interesting thing to ever happen in Harrington's royal history. But I have to ask—does Edric know?”

  Theo’s expression didn’t change, but Dylan caught the slight shift in his posture. “You’re deflecting.”

  Theo let out a slow breath. “It’s… complicated.”

  Dylan let out a low whistle. “Damn. Forbidden romance, political tensions, stolen glances across a charity event. You’re living in a goddamn novel, Theo.” He shook his head in amusement. “And here I thought you were just boring and married to your work.”

  Theo rolled his eyes. “I am married to my work.”

  Dylan grinned. “Yeah? Then why do you look like you want to be over there instead of here?” He nodded toward Cassius, who was currently laughing at something one of the other volunteers had said, completely oblivious to the fact that he was the center of their conversation.

  Theo didn’t respond. He didn’t have to.

  Dylan nudged him with his elbow. “You’re doomed, man.”

  Theo let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “I know.”