A Royal Love : My Cruel Prince

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War always kills people.

The first dead was Anon.
The gentle private guard who had served the third prince all his life.
He took an arrow on his throat as he yelled at Porchay to hide.
Kimhan had decided to ally himself with Kinn to confront their Father on his actions, and Tankhun set up the defense of the castle for him, because no one outside was to know that a new order would be established during this night. Korn or Kinn. A war for the power : but Korn was alone and therefore more dangerous than ever.

"Stay in the hallways, don't shout, no matter what you see."

Porsche hugged his little brother against his chest, he had a huge sword in his right hand, and his left hand burned with a strange flame that frightened Chay. The Pheonix power.... Damn, Porsche looked cool.
The boy's face was spattered with Anon's blood.
He began to shake and his fear paralyzed him, fortunately for him, his unique bond with Kimhan managed to make him brave enough to flee to Porsche's room.

"They're over there!"

Macau's voice echoed in the next room, he was screaming so loud his voice shook. Porchay felt his heart tighten, you could hear the fear of the young boy barely older than Chay.
With an annoyed look, Porsche grumbled:

"Wait here, don't move, I'll help him..."

"H-hia...B-be careful!"

Porsche nodded quickly, he threw a curtain over Chay before charging with a howl of rage, and a fight erupted again.
Porchay gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the sounds of weapons clashing.
The curtain opened quietly, and Macau was thrown into young Chay's arms.

"Ah shit, the King's men are frankly numerous....They've doubled since he killed my father... That freaking bastard is going to kill everyone ! Why the hell are they starting by me ha ?!" Macau was shaking with rage, he had a bloody scratch under his eye.

"Why are they picking on you too? You are from the second family !" Chay exclaimed in horror.

"P'Pete convinced hia to join forces with my damn cousins! They are all fighting in the throne room ! Fuck this is bad, bad bad.... Let's run away ! I know a way...Come."

A cry of pain arose, and the assassin guard was dead. Porsche was doing fine, and Macau could stay with Porchay. They were friend since the beginning, so Porsche trusted him a little...
With a precise gesture, Macau tapped on the wall, and a passage opened. He grabbed the hand of the confused young boy and he pulled him towards a dimly lit path:

"Where are we going ?"

"We just have to spend the night, if Kinn can beat his father, then we have a chance to survive! Come on, run!"

Macau began to run, his head lowered because of the low walls, and they burst into a large dark room, with a strong smell of rain.
There were huge gates, open, and in the center of the room, a huge tomb.
Porchay caught his breath with difficulty before seeing Macau jump on the tomb, he sat down, out of breathe and threw his head back:

"Here....we fear nothing... I hope. No one comes here anymore. I spent days here."

"Where.... are we ? Why does its look like a jail...? Is it ..?"

"The Donjon. The king's lion was kept here... I am sitting on his dead body right now."

"How....? What the fuck, that gross..."

"The lion died last year, heheh I learned that while snooping around its walls, that means the king is weaker and he's about to die.... Relax, buddy, I will protect yo...argh....AH."

A noise hissed next to Porchay's ear, and the young boy froze, suddenly seeing a spear plunged into the prince's belly. The cousin, Macau Theerapanyakul, barely older than Porchay, had a flaming spear pierced through his belly, a repulsive green fire, and slowly Chay turned, his eyes wide with horror....

"Y-yo-our M-majesty....?"

"You shouldn't have come here."

Korn clenched his fist, and behind him, Chay heard Macau's body slump lifeless on the tomb.
The king smiled at the young boy, but his gaze remained cold.

"My lion needed a sacrifice. A life for a life. To bring him back and face my sons, Macau or you had to die. But now I feel generous, I can't leave my nephew alone in death,I'm afraid he'll be bored....It was an honor to meet you though, thank you for making my son happy for a few minutes....Goodbye."