A Royal Love : My Cruel Prince

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Porchay felt disturbed, he didn't really know why he was there. He didn't feel right. This wasn't where he belonged. He wanted to go home. But has he ever had one ?
Even though the prince didn't really treat him that badly, he dreamed of reclaiming his simple life with his big brother.

Porsche also arrived with the man with the thick eyebrows.
Porchay understood immediately: he had a gold necklace, and a black and gold outfit. So it was Kinn, the second prince, the heir to the throne.
Usually the eldest were always the heirs, but seeing the eldest prince, Porchay understood why he hadn't been chosen to become the future king.

"Khun Nooooo...The king will go crazy if he sees you like that."

"Why ?" snapped the prince, tugging at his multicolored long skirt, looking annoyed. "I haven't put on corsets like last time, Pa can leave me alone for once."

The group passed in front of Chay, whose confused look made Porsche approach him, he seemed in a very bad mood and was having difficulty to walk.

"Hia? What's wrong with you...?"

"Damn Kinn." Porsche growled, and he paled at the sight of Chay's earring before gritting his teeth. "Fuck.... What a liar. I was sure this jewelry story was fake. Why did I let him put it down here...ouch... it's hurt..."

"WHAT ?" Porchay choked on his saliva, and his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

Porsche blushed, a mixture of embarrassment and anger, then he limped off again, insulting Kinn out loud.
Pete, Porsche's friend, a nice young man, smiled sympathetically.

"Hey, how are you? Oh you have an earring haha it's pretty, not like...poor Porsche's little bro..."

"Yeah I am fine, thanks but.....what the hell did Khun Kinn do to him?" Porchay exclaimed.

Pete pursed his lips and his cheeks hollowed out, letting two small dimples show up. He rolled his eyes, and patted Porchay on the back in a friendly way, before following the crazy elder prince.
The young boy looked around for his brother, who obviously had left to argue with Khun Kinn on a private balcony, and the cold of the wind made him shiver.

"You can go to the buffet, you little slut. Don't pretend to be cold, when you are burning from such fifthly des.."

"S-sorry...?" Porchay turned around surprised, and he recognized a small nobleman whose face was angelic.

"Well... you know, the buffet since you are here to get eaten out by the third prince, isn't that why our dear king gave away your little ass? I mean, you may be cute with your big wild beast eyes, but I have seen more aesthetic pigs than you."

Porchay blinked slowly, feeling his heart clench, he had just been insulted by this little... Rich jerk. Who thinks everything is allowed, and the latter discreetly waved his hand, revealing a small white snake which threatened to bite Porchay.
The young boy screamed in fear and backed away, crushing the foot of someone behind him, who stopped Chay from falling and growled in a voice full of threats:

"So, dear Luka, are you going after His Highness Kimhan's toy? I'm not sure my cousin will be happy to hear that."

"Shut up, Macau. My baby Venus was just mad because she doesn't like bitches." the boy replied dryly, before tossing back his pale hair, he stormed off, ignoring Macau's sarcastic laugh.

Porchay stepped back, he thanked the young...What was he? A prince too? Anyway, it didn't matter, it was the first time someone had defended him. Well even if it was as a "royal toy".
Macau Theerapanyakul, was dressed in red, like his stone, with a tint equal to that of a fox. In the distance, a man approached them, he had the same mischievous smile and a sharp look.

"My brother, Khun Vegas."

Porchay was surprised, he didn't think Macau would introduce him to this man.
He too wore a red outfit, more of a very dark red, like blood, and his attitude showed in him a flash of palpable cruelty. Vegas smiled at Porchay, without speaking to him, but he gave his little brother a hug before leaving, followed by a strange bird, similar to a crow, but with red eyes.

"He's a Cervax. Rare creature, smart, mean and frankly speaking, he's handsome, but untouchable. Not the kind of pet we like... I rather sleep with a dragon than with this stupid bird."

"O-ok...." Porchay shivered, he thought his creatures only existed in children's stories. "The royal family.. really have a strong connection to magical things... I always thought that it's was fake until... Being here."

"Only the strongest." nodded slowly Macau, who had no creatures, but he didn't seemed to care about such a thing.

Porchay then turned to Kinn and Porsche, with a look filled with curiosity:

"Is that why there's a lion symbol everywhere?"

"The winged lion? Yeah it's the king's animal. Well, he keeps it in a cage in the basement, his beast has killed too many people, that what people say..." Macau's eyes lit up, he leaned and whispered: " Dad said that...My uncle have killed the queen, the mother of my cousins, by feeding her to his lion..."

"That's cruel.." whispered Porchay bewildered, seeing how the three brothers, all sitting at the table towards their fathers, looked distant and cold.

Even the eldest crazy son, Tankhun, seemed to hide a lot behind his behavior.
Out of the corner of his eye, Porchay noticed the prince's gaze on him, and Kimhan motioned him to come closer.

"Oh, oh, his possessive ass is showing..."

"What the hell are you...heh don't leave me..."

Porchay looked at Macau leaving for the buffet, the latter was laughing, and Chay didn't really understand why...He walked calmly towards the prince, trying to ignore the amused look of the old king on him.
Kimhan leaned towards him, he looked displeased.

"Macau became funny in one night of what...? I've known him for sixteen years and this kid irritates me more than anything else."

"Well maybe because you never laugh either." Tankhun hissed dryly.

"Shut up, I wasn't talking to you."

"I have ears, I heard you....And by the way, what are you doing here? Are you trying to intimidate a kid? You have time to waste...Little bro."

"I already told you to shut up !''

Porchay watched the argument between the two brothers in amazement, and the king's gaze on him began to embarrass him. Porchay rocked to his feet, fidgeting nervously with his fingers, and the crown prince, the big-browed man, laid a gentle hand on Chay's shoulder.

"Ignore these idiots, I'm Kinn by the way. Porsche's lover."

"HAH?"

Porchay jerked back and he staggered, fell into Kimhan's lap, and stared with his eyes wide open at the crown prince.

"What the hell ...???"