A Royal Love : My Cruel Prince

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Inside the Donjon :

A roar behind Porchay made him look back.
He observed a strange form devouring the still warm corpse of Macau, whose terrified expression marked Chay's mind.

The animal was a huge lion, many parts of its body had a skeletal shape. The beast had big green eyes, and it broke with its mighty jaw, a piece of intestine, whose blood began to flow to the ground.

"I leave you to have some fun, after all, just coming back to life, Leon must be hungry....Enjoy your meal, my friend."

Korn laughed, a dark, dusty laugh, and he disappeared in a cloud of greenish smoke.
The young boy was petrified, his heart began to beat so hard that he thought he would die on the spot.
He took a step back, his eyes still on Macau's frozen expression and suddenly, a shrill sound gave him a headache.
Leon the mystical animal, began to sniff the air with his mouth open, green and black slime was coming out of his mouth.
He roared, and Porchay felt a burning sensation invade his body. He still remembered that if Prince Kimhan had ever been left in the cold of the snow, he came from a family whose power was fire. Snow Vs fire. So different and yet so similar.

Chay fell backwards, and a huge wall of fire blazed, similar with a blue shade to Kimhan's power. Their bond must have really deepened.
Leon roared in anger, he wanted to jump on Porchay again.

"Pochay get out of here!"

Tankhun's voice startled the young boy, whose face was filled with tears and his body heavy.

"NONG CHAY COME QUICK!"

Pol, who was in armor, rushed towards the young boy, and Arm stood in front of his master with a serious face.
The wall of flame disappeared and Leon roared, he tackled Pol to the ground and the soldier yelled:

"KHUN NO,
OH MY GOD, HE IS GONNA EAT ME, HELLLP...ARRGHHH....!"

"POL USE YOUR WEAPON!" roared Arm.

But Leon's mouth closed on the young guard's throat.
Porchay screamed in terror, his newly discovered magic already exhausted, and as the beast went to rip Pol's head off, it roared and twisted his neck around before backing violently, against a wall.
The first prince's eyes were rolled back, an orange aura surrounded him.
Pol got up in a fraction of a second, he grabbed Chay's arm and wanted to start running, but the young boy started to vomit, and he heard an awful buzzing in his ear.

"Nong Chay we really have to go!" Pol roared, carrying Porchay like a princess. "Khun No won't be able to hold him back for long!"

The group slipped through a second secret passage, fleeing through the basement, towards the gardens.
Porchay looked up, his hands were filled with blood, and his eyes filled with tears, he looked slowly at Pol, whose throat had been slit by one of the lion's claws. The soldier was bleeding to death.... Oh no. No...no...not again.
Arm helped Tankhun, whose sheer fatigue had made him nearly unable to stay awake, and suddenly he turned to his friend, noticing the latter collapsing.
Chay was unable to control his tears now, he wanted to die too.... So many people....

Pol gasped, he coughed and Arm took him in his arms.

"P'Arm....He is.... Is he..?"

"Pol... Damn, Pol, it's going to be okay, hang on, Doctor Top is coming, I promise..."

But already Pol's gaze faded.
The soldier stiffened in Arm's arms, and the blood gradually suffused the ground of the garden.

A new death.

Anon, Macau, Pol....

Porchay vomited again, unable to bear the smell of blood.
Pol had saved his life.
Macau had tried to save him.
Anon had died protecting him.
The world darkened for Chay, he closed his eyes.

Porchay's vision:

"A phoenix, you know, is a bird that will always reborn. It has a magic flame within it. Even if one day someone tries to do harm around us, you, my children, you can restore things. You will have to find the balance....The world is yours. Find the solution, you are the key....But a key alone is useless..."

"I don't understand what you're saying mom." grumbled Porsche, who was playing with a rag doll.

The beautiful woman laughed, gently stroking her baby's hair.
She had the gift of clairvoyance, she knew.
The queen leaned towards her son, and she smiled at him:

"One day, you're going to take back power, and find love. This is what mom want you to know : always keep going. Never give up.... Life is hard, but one day, you will make it."

"Love....Is it as good as raspberry pie?"

The innocent gaze of her greedy little boy would have succeeded in softening the fiercest of hearts.
The woman began to sing a lullaby to the whining baby Chay. Then she looked at her children with a gaze filled with love:

"Find the lock, you are the key, together you will find the place you can call home."

End of vision.

Porchay woke up sweating, his head was still vibrating.
A soft cool hand rested on his forehead and he had the courage to open his eyes.
Kim was there, in front of him, always so sumptuous and royal.
The young boy felt his eyes burn, he still wanted to cry, and but Kimhan had a breathtaking expression, he seemed... free.

"Pa is dead.... The King is dead."

Slowly, Porchay straightened up, he was in the prince's room, the smell of fresh mint soothed him, and everything seemed perfectly calm.
Chay shivered, he stretched out his arms, and the prince hugged him to his chest.

"It's over, my angel..."