The cold nights had finally come to an end, giving way to the blooming of spring that swept across the nation. At the Chivaaree estate, the usual bustling activity had taken on a more urgent, anticipatory note. This time, the household was preparing for the arrival of a new family member, or so the servants believed. Yet, a peculiar mystery hung over the household—why weren’t the newly arranged couple together?
The young general, Vachirawit Chivaaree, had shown little interest in his arranged spouse, though he refrained from voicing any disrespect toward the poorly treated newcomer. While he busied himself with clan affairs, his loyal comrade, Lieutenant General Jumpol Adulkittiporn, recently returned from a victorious campaign at the nation's outskirts, wandered the estate, waiting for his general to finish his duties.
Suddenly, the servants murmured in excitement. "He’s here!" they whispered, rushing toward the main gate. Jumpol, curious about the newcomer, began to push his way through the gathered crowd. As he drew nearer, the great gates swung open, revealing a young man in a flowing white robe embroidered with delicate floral patterns. His beauty was almost otherworldly, and Jumpol found himself mesmerized.
"Wow," Jumpol muttered, as time seemed to stand still before him. The newcomer's refined features and gentle elegance left him speechless, something that rarely happened to him.
"Lord Atthapan of the Phunsawat family has arrived!" the crier announced. Atthapan stood with his head bowed, patiently awaiting a greeting, while the main doors of the Chivaaree residence opened to reveal Vachirawit himself. The young lord, however, looked impassive, showing no reaction to the presence of his betrothed.
"I, Vachirawit Chivaaree, welcome you to my humble estate, my dear Atthapan," he intoned, extending his arm in a formal gesture. Atthapan accepted, offering a shy smile. As he walked with Vachirawit, he glanced back instinctively, his gaze locking with Jumpol’s, whose eyes had not left him since his arrival. Atthapan’s brief, knowing smile struck Jumpol deeply, stirring emotions he hadn’t realized were possible.
And thus began a silent yearning within Jumpol, who knew from that first glance what he felt. Yet, despite the passing years, he remained in the same place—watching from afar, unable to confess.
"I'm sorry, but I can't return your feelings. I hope you find someone better." The cold voice pierced Gun's heart as Bright’s figure faded away, leaving him stunned and shattered. He stood in disbelief, the ringing in his ears only intensifying as his heart broke. The chilly breeze mirrored the icy rejection he’d just endured.
Confused and distressed, Gun wandered away, his tear-stained face reflecting his inner turmoil. Questions raced through his mind, crashing in waves. When had it all started? How had he let himself fall for someone he could never truly have? Why did he let this happen?
In a haze, he remembers. When Gun found himself at a friend's lively house party. The noise and unfamiliar smells grated on his nerves as he faked smiles and endured meaningless chatter with strangers he would likely never remember. Suddenly, his friend Earth appeared, drunkenly slinging an arm around his shoulder. "Gun! Great to see you! Come meet my friend!"
Before Gun could refuse, Earth’s grip propelled him toward a large, curved sofa on the patio. His eyes landed on a young man sitting with quiet confidence. Earth continued his introductions, but Gun heard none of it; he was utterly captivated by the stranger’s presence. "That’s Bright Chivaaree," Earth finally said, waving dismissively.
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Fanfic"In our next life, I shall find you" Bright Vachirawit Chivaaree a rich model student that kept seeing a man in a historical bridal attire in his dreams. Out of curiosity, He found out that his family accepted brides even males as an offer to a dist...
