A Royal Love : My Cruel Prince

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The Crown Prince, Annakinn, alias Kinn Theerapanyakul, the second son, looked at his little brother in amazement.

Porsche Kittisawasd, the older brother of Porchay Kittisawasd, the Crown Prince's private bodyguard, stared at his little brother in shock.

The eldest prince, Tan, Tankhun Theerapanyakul, known as Khun No, shouted with joy throughout the castle.

"...What the fuck are you trying to say.... ?" hissed Porsche.

"....Is this a joke we don't understand?" Kinn whispered, leaning toward Porsche.

The flirtatious-eyed man pushed the crown prince away with a brutal gesture, and he grabbed his little brother's shoulder. Tankhun immediately frowned, and stood in front of his younger brother.

"Ai'Kim may not be the nicest, nor the most handsome, nor the smartest..."

"Tankhun..." Kimhan grumbled.

"Ok, ok, maybe sometimes he's stupid, cruel, mean and...."

"Tankhun." this time Kinn growled looking at his big brother with a frown.

Tankhun froze, he was serious for a moment, looking like he was thinking with all his might. Then he snapped his fingers:

"Anyway, he's a prince and he does what he wants."

"CERTAINLY NOT !" growled Porsche, and he hugged his baby brother so tightly that our poor Chay gasped.

"H-hia... I-I can't bre-breathe..."

Kimhan crossed his arms, looking annoyed:

"I just said that I wanted to take that earring off him to try to create a relationship of trust."

"I don't understand your refusal." Tankhun hissed, "That's a good thing, isn't it? Why are you against it? I thought you would be happy !"

Porsche finally let his little brother breathe and he stopped him from speaking with a single stern look.
His hia could look really scary when he was acting like a father, so Porchay stayed quiet.

"Ah, I'm all for taking that damn earring off, but that asshole isn't going to try anything with my little brother. No relationship with that jerk royal ass... My brother is too young anyway. "

Kimhan gave Kinn a desperate look, and his big brother sighed, he tried to talk with Porsche, but the latter pushed him away, again.

Porsche was a tall man, his eyes were like the shape of a crescent moon, his skin was an identical color to shiny bronze, he was also muscular and very charming. He was worthy of being described as the most handsome man in their village.
Of course, the crown prince had hated him at first... But the charm of Porsche had ended up winning Kinn's interest. Now it was like he was obsessed with Chay's big brother, and he followed him everywhere...

"Porsche, let them be, they're grown enough to handle their owns problems, right?"

"Damn you, Kinn. Why are you always on their side ?!"

Porchay watched with amusement the scene, but he could feel a small discomfort in his ear, so he sighed, Kimhan was losing his patience.
The youngest patted his brother's shoulder, the one with a phoenix-shaped birthmark, and Porsche leaned over to him:

"It's fine, hia. At least here we have clean clothes, food, and no need to do house chores...Our roommates are just spoiled rotten kids."

"My chay... Such a little devil..." Porsche chuckled.

"Hey oh, we can hear you." Tankhun hissed, crossing his arms.

The two brothers laughed. Then Kinn had to leave for a meeting with the council, so Porsche followed him without complaining. Porchay sensed that his big brother, despite his claims, had a soft spot for the crown prince.
The eldest prince, Tankhun, skipped over to his little brother, a big teasing smile on his pink lips. He patted his chest and said with a teasing tone:

"Soooo...... Since when do you have a heart?"

"Everyone has one, otherwise it means you're dead." Kimhan replied dryly, rolling his eyes, he made a discreet gesture, which Chay saw.

The youngest walked calmly towards the prince, and the latter cleared his throat:

"The presence of this idiot, in his status as a prince, serves as a witness. I, Kimhan, third prince of this country, withdraw this talisman of bond from you, offering you then again full possession of your body as well as your feelings."

Kimhan raised his hands, a little blue smoke rose in the air, and Porchay...
Well he didn't feel anything special, he slipped his hand over his ear, and the jewelry was gone.

Tankhun clapped loudly and pretended to cry, he grabbed the sleeve of one of his guards, Arm, and he blew his nose.

"Yuck, Khun No!"

"It's so cute !" Cried Thankhun.

"It's so...disgusting..." murmured a second guard, Pol, who sneered when he saw his colleague's disgusted face.

Exasperated by all those idiots, Kimhan slipped his hand into Chay's and pulled him away. Along the long corridor, Kim suddenly stopped in front of a red curtain, and he pointed to it:

"You will never go here, ok?"

"Huh?...In the curtain.... Why would I go in a ....?"

"No, there's a passage behind. I don't want you to go there, is that clear?"

Kimhan's cold serious face just made Chay nod, he didn't want to annoy the prince any more.
His calm eventually soothed Kim, who dragged him to his room, and this time, he happily showed his piano:

"You know what it is ?"

"Yes...this is....a piano? There was one at the tavern...but it was broken." Porchay confessed.

The prince went to sit on the little white bench in front of his piano, and Chay immersed himself in his old memories.
Porsche had worked at the tavern, at Yok's, sometimes, as a waiter, and Chay was rarely allowed to go there, but he had noticed this funny instrument, unfortunately, the piano was already broken at that time, so he had never heard a melody.... He loved music, well people who sang, and the flute, but he didn't know what the sound of a piano sounded like.

"Do you want to play ?" asked the prince kindly.

"I don't know...How to do.." Porchay blushed, and Kimhan waved him over, he moved away and Chay took a seat next to the prince.

"Put down a finger already, press down, and here's a note."

Porchay smiled, it was fascinating, almost as much as magic. No, music was magical. It could unite people yet so opposite and different.

"I'll teach you."

"...Yes, please, I would love that...Your Highness."

Porchay blushed, and Kimhan gave him a strange look, filled with uncertainty. But he ends up lowering his gaze, before blushing very slightly:

"Kim."

"Um...?"

"You can call me Kim."