Marcelo
Marcelo held his head high as he strode out of the castle hand in hand with his new husband. Husband. A notion that would have never crossed his mind when he’d awoken just two days prior.
As they marched down the stone steps, the two of them shared a smile when Efren gave Marcelo’s hand a comforting squeeze. It was as if Efren could read his mind, or at least his moods, and knew when he needed encouragement, wanted the comfort of being with someone who demonstrated fondness, and the relief of knowing he wasn’t embarking on this unforeseen segment of his life alone in a sea of uncaring strangers.
This castle had been Marcelo’s home for all of his eighteen years, but even knowing he would lose the reassurance of familiar surroundings, it hadn’t taken him long to see the upside to
