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Prince Bright Guntithanon is betrothed to Dara Kittiyangkul. Well, sort of bethrothed. She has the option to dissolve the union. But Bright is handsome, char...
I distinctly remember it being a Wednesday when I realized I was a hair away from insanity. I was beginning to have an overwhelming hatred for foreign diplomacy. Worse, I was feeling the same way about children. Children.
Alright, I admit I didn't realize it on my own. Tia had to hang up on the Prime Minister of Germany before I said something that would cause an international incident, she then has to force me to cancel all my remaining schedules for the week. I thought Tia was being over the top but when I realized it would take two more weeks before Metawin and I had any common free time, I became thankful she was being pushy.
Even then, the wait for Friday seemed insurmountable. I was hours away from ordering nuclear warheads to destroy anything that could get in the way of meeting Metawin. Good thing, my aides have been forewarned of my nihilistic tendencies and have kept my weekend free. (And kept nuclear war codes far away from me.)
It was preposterous really, how much I needed to see Metawin. Perhaps it was my heart wanting to make up for all those years of longing.
I wonder if Metawin felt the same way. Or if I were just being a tad too psychotic for my own good.
He rounds the corner and walks towards me. Tall, lean, graceful, with eyes that always sparkled like a night time sky. He is the very definition of beauty. I cannot tear my eyes away.
I need Metawin. Perhaps even more than I need water and air.
"What are you looking at, Your Highness?," he smiles when he's finally close enough to nudge my shoulder.
I smile at him, a reflex really. Who could stop themselves from smiling at Metawin? "I believe I am finally looking at my boyfriend."
He laughs at this, the tip of his nose turning pink. The audacity of this man to blush when he is an absolute monster behind closed doors. Not that I was complaining - I am a very willing devouree.
"You said we're having a picnic?"
I link my arm with his and begin to walk. "Yes, the helicopter awaits."
"Helicopter? I thought you said we're going to the garden?"
"A garden. I never said which."
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"Bright Guntithanon. Are we where I think we are?"
"If your guess is Katsura Imperial Gardens then yes, you are correct."
"Katsura Imperial Gardens in Kyoto?"
I smile at Metawin proudly. "I heard you've always wanted to go."
