A Royal Love : My Cruel Prince

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Even the great winter behind the Wall was not so cold as the atmosphere between the third prince and Porchay.

Kimhan Theerapanyakul knew nothing.

To be exact, he knew that his father had killed the previous royal family, that he had raped the former queen, and that he had another son....But all that seemed too much....He frowned, suddenly realizing that indeed, if his theory was correct...then they were half-brothers. Because of Porsche's mark : the Pheonix symbol.

Oh shit.

Kim stood up quickly, looking disoriented for the first time in his life. He didn't know what to do, he wasn't someone who thought much about the meaning of being a family, for him an uncle or a cousin was the same thing.
He frowned, then coughed, then Porchay sighed.
The two boys were frozen in time, unable to think.
The only person here who could know the truth... Other than the king, it was the person that everyone said was not sane, the first prince, Tankhun.

In Tankhun's large living room, an eerie silence reigned.
Porchay frowned, he obediently followed the prince without a word. Kim took the direction of the first room, there was nobody.
He began to listen, and high-pitched cries in the West Garden finally made him take a step back, he snapped his fingers, and the two boys found themselves facing Tankhun.

"Oiiii you scared me! You little piece of sh..." growled the first prince, who put a hand on his heart, before laughing out loud again.

"Khun No!" growled Pol, who was disguised as a fish.

Porchay giggled embarrassedly, and he hid behind Kimhan's large blue velvet cape, to avoid a jet of water launched by the angry soldier.

"Hey, I told you to go get the mermaid eggs, what are you still doing here!"

"But Khun No, they don't lay eggs!" grumbled Arm, who was also soaked.

Tankhun frowned, he clutched his hands and started sulking. The first prince had decided to eat a mermaid egg omelette, which was impossible.
Kim arched an eyebrow, before crossing his arms, trying to ignore the soft sound emanating from behind his back.

"Tan....I have to talk to you, it's serious."

"Um......What do you want? Ungrateful brat, no one here deserves my knowledge....Oh it's about Pa?"

Kim shivered, yes.
He knew that Tankhun was seeing some bridles of his mind, so with patience, he simply projected whatever Porchay had told him.
Of course, Tankhun's face changed expression in a split second, then he threw his head back and burst into hysterical laughter, so loud that he started crying and forgot about his omelet whim.

"Nah come on, really....Ahhhhhahhah you are too cute children! Seriously guys...hahah...I can die from laughing too much right now. My cheeks hurt!"

"Stop laughing." Kim hissed.

"It's not funny !" added the helpless little voice of Porchay, whose face was flushed with a mixture of shame and confusion.

The eldest prince finally calmed down, he inhaled deeply, before snapping his fingers, taking on the air of an opera diva ready to sing:

"Although you will surely be relieved to learn that his majesty the king is not really the father of our people, hehehe....I must also confess to you that Pa only has three children. Sorry, but no, you are not brother, Father is many things, ugly, cunning, manipulative.... but he did not sleep with this woman....And this woman only tried to rob Kimhan, however he was taken back. So Porchay is really... You really are Porchay Kittisawasd, and let me tell you, you have the same mole on your shoulder as Porsche.... Ah ah, sorry, I know you probably wanted to be my brother so bad too... But it's was only unfounded rumor."

Porchay's face lit up with joy, he sighed deeply relieved by this news.
Kim relaxed, feeling the younger boy's mood improve as well. It didn't matter to the prince their connection, all Kimhan knew was that Porchay was his Sien. His destined person, and his father's doings weren't going to spoil this.
No, Kimhan was not going to suffer from the mistakes of the past.

However, Tankhun's face darkened, and he gazed into Porchay's.

"No."

Kim lifted his chin, puzzled. Chay looked down.
He hated when his brother did that. Even more with his Sien. Shit, it was frustrating not knowing... But the mental conversation between the two continued, and Kimhan got annoyed. Really, really, pissed off.... Chay was his. Why losing time talking with that stupid Tankhun ?

"Khun Nooo...." whimpered Pol who began to sneeze. "I'm cold, can I get out of the water now?"

"Please, if Pol gets sick I should bear you alone...Uh I mean we will only play together..."

"Oh."

Tankhun's eyes almost changed color, to a nice warm brown, and he blinked quickly, before glancing annoyed at his two soldiers.

"Leave, I don't want to see you anymore. Do not speak about what you heard today."

"YES, SIR."

Arm helped Pol out of the water.
Porchay suddenly felt drained, as if his mental discussion with Tankhun had tired him out. He rolled his shoulders, with a grimace of pain, and Kimhan, admittedly childish, but jealous, refused to use his magic in order to help Chay.
His brother sneered, he had been searched again in Kimhan's mind, and he gave him a mocking wink, before getting up and hopping away happily.
Porchay shivered and yawned.

"At least we're not brothers...well, I guess... We can be... together? I mean if you want... We could maybe..."

"Even though we are not related by blood, we are still...being Sien. I'm sorry." Kim inhaled deeply, before turning to the young boy.

Porchay's confused look made the prince's heart beat faster, and the latter gracefully knelt before Chay, his gaze locked with the younger's.

"I am Kim. Kimhan Theerapanyakul, the third prince, said the cruel one, I have lands and I must reign with coldness and authority. My father the king killed your people to obtain this place which rightfully belonged to you, to you and Porsche...And yet our Gods have been cruel to us. I did not choose you as my Sien, my magic decided so. We.... are destined. I feel everything you feel and the more we will be together the more it will be impossible for us to be apart...I'm sorry, I condemn you, to be one with me...For eternity. This is probably not what you have dream of, and I am not the most loving person, I know, nor the most handsome but I...I am really glad that you are my Sien."

Porchay gulped his saliva, he blinked rapidly and staggered, before falling to his knees at his toll was just a little human, mortal, he wasn't a...Oh. But. Well, yes, Chay was supposed to become a prince....he should have...No, he had magic deep within him. He was the equal of the sublime man in front of him. Two princes. Two men. Two Sien.
He gently slid his shaking hand over Kim's sad face and whispered:

"Everything...everything will be fine, my prince, we'll be fine. We'll make it work....I believe in it."

"Chay...I'm..."

"Shhh. We can do it. We'll do it."

The third prince had never looked so vulnerable as in that moment, for the first time in his life, he realized he had... He had something of his own.
A boy whose sweetness would have made even the sweetest smell of a rose jealous. Whose gaze shone brighter than the moon.
But Porchay represented a whole.
Its weakness, but also its strength.
This terrified Kimhan. For the first time in his life, he was in danger of losing something he really cared for.

"I will protect you. No matter what it costs me, I will be your protector, Porchay, I swear to you: you will never be in danger again as long as I watch over you."

"The only danger....My prince....Seat on the throne of our kingdom."

"So we have to tell Kinn everything."

"And to Hia..."