A Royal Love : My Cruel Prince

Kimhan

[ Helloooooo guys, thank you so much for being patient with me. I am also very grateful for all your sweet words, thank you a lot, I love you, your dear writer Kam 🌸❤️ ]

Porsche was looking at his little brother while frowning his eyebrows, as if he was really trying to understand what the boy was saying.

"How do you...Did you really think you weren't my little brother? The hell...!"

"I know, hia, but my vision...."

"You were a baby how could you have understood the meaning of Mother's words? She had just named you, Pa and Ma didn't know what name to give you....Then finally she decided that you would be Porchay."

"She should have chosen Idiot or Stupid or Moron hahahah..."

Tankhun still had tears in his eyes from laughing. But Chay was relieved, he exchanged a glance with Kimhan. At least Porchay was still Porsche's brother. It was the most important. His family was still his big bro and him.

Kinn, the crown prince, put his hands on his hips, his brow furrowed:

"Maybe Pa had a good reason for...what he did in the last..."

"He killed my parents." Porsche hissed in an icy voice.

With a protective and unconscious gesture, Porsche pushed his little brother behind him.
Kinn looked sad for a moment, he looked down, and Porchay saw the prince's jaw tense.
Kim put a friendly hand on his brother's shoulder:

"Pa always has reasons for acting the way he does, but in any case, the balance has been restored, right? Your magic has recognized Porsche as your Sien. Two princes on the throne..."

"It's possible ?" Chay's shyness gave way to curiosity, he slipped an arm around Porsche's waist, and his big eyes were wide open. "I mean you two are boys..."

"It's the will of magic, no one can oppose it." Tankhun snapped his fingers with an annoyed look. "If Pa objects, I'll change him into a frog. I don't care, love is the most powerful thing in this fucking world...."

"Ha.ah...AH...?"

The two bodyguards, Pol and Arm, who had just entered the living room, almost fainted.
Kim gave a bored look, he had his pensive expression, and Kinn tried to speak in a low voice with Porsche.
Porchay took the opportunity to sneak up behind his brother, and he placed himself between Tankhun and Kimhan, his eyes sparkling with interest:

"I never dared to ask...But you can really turn someone into a frog? Or read mind... Or create fire and snow and.... Wow turning the King into a frog ?!"

"Tankhun was just joking, angel." said Kim's soft voice, the latter glancing over at Porsche, before sliding his hand lightly against Chay's.

"I'm just able to see...Things. Like the past, the future, the most obvious thoughts...Sometimes it's blurry and I don't understand anything, sometimes it's clear and yet I don't understand anything ....Once I saw a farmer's wife making an omelet...It made me hungry....Oh an omelette.... Arm, Pol, come on, let's go to the kitchen! I am hungry ! I want to eat ! Dragon eggs, dragon eggs !"

The first prince grabbed Arm's arm and dragged him out of the room, followed closely by Kinn and Porsche who were now arguing over who would make a better king.
Only Kim remained close to Porchay, his gaze immersed in his memories:

"Tankhun is more of a medium, Kinn is about strength and persuasion, he can demand anything from a person, magic stone or not.... But my father and I..."

"You are similar." Porchay asserted, and he saw the third prince clutching his wrists.

"You could say that...Father is a master in the art of manipulation and warfare. So far, he is described as a violent hurricane, and I as lightning. I have intelligence, a mind designed to think a lot. Porchay, knowledge is a weapon as powerful as an army. I think my father now that very well...and he doesn't like it."

The youngest sighed, he knew, he was not fooled, he understood what all this implied, either Porsche remained wisely at Kinn's side, accepting then to have been a prince whose title had been stolen... Or so he would link up with his only ally, Vegas, Kinn's direct enemy.
The image of his friend, Macau, came to his mind, although mischievous, Macau had never asked for any of this, he wanted a simple life.
Kimhan crossed his arms, leaning towards Porchay, arching an eyebrow.

"Are you really thinking about my cousin ?! How dare you...."

"W-what? H-how...I thought only Tankhun could..." Chay spluttered, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"I just guessed." said the third prince coldly, and a shadow crossed his eyes. "I told you, our bond will be stronger and stronger, each moment spent together will harden it. You could even suffocate, if you moved away to another country for example. And if you decided never to see me again and run away, your heart would break. Literally. Just like mine, by the way, be a good boy, don't kill me..."

The youngest shuddered with dread, his small body snuggled up against the prince, and he put a hand against his heart. Chay sighed, magic was terrifying.
Kimhan sneered then dragged the younger boy into his room, feeling the warmth against his palm.

"We should go to sleep. Tomorrow I'm going to see Father."

"Will it be okay?"

"I don't think even Tankhun can predict that..."

Porchay shivered, he felt worried, but if he could stay with Kim and his brother, then he would be brave.
Because the war was about to begin, and no one was ready.