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Porchay was confused. Really confused. He sat down on his bed and thought for a moment. He was having a hard time giving a real meaning to all that happened. He also needed to collect his mind and to calm down. He felt such a strong emotion of distress, he almost thought that he would die on the spot or immediately put in jail. His undercover mission didn't last long and yet it seemed that the Prince wanted him to continue. He offered to be a part of this masquerade himself. He wanted Porchay to play the girl, to still lie and to put on a mask of gender, something he was so bad at. He didn't know if he could succeed but it looked like he needed to do it perfectly if he wanted to still breathe. It was surprising but also terrifying. He literally felt that he was in the middle of something he couldn't understand now. The man got such a burning expression when Porchay had finished begging him. Not because someone acted this desperate in front of him, he didn't see any pity in his eyes, he saw a goal.

He saw something beyond the situation. He saw that he might be a doll and hated it. Being used for whatever political war. He hated his father, his life. He hated how he had to save himself by being in such a shameful state in front of someone he barely knew. It looked like the best action he ever made but the consequences in his mind were dramatic. He was born to be proud of who he was, of his blood and even if it was a little too much for Porchay not thinking that he was superior, he recognized now that being naked in front of him gave him shivers. He was alone, so fragile, at his mercy and it terrified him that he might have done, he might do whatever the man wanted to ensure their safety. And he never learnt to be in that position, all his father tried to make them learn was about keeping the power, not breaking under it. Porsche. Porsche and Joy. Joy who was sleeping on the bed not really realizing the danger they were in. Porchay wanted to cry. He thought about keeping her with him for protection but she was now in more danger than he ever thought she would ever be. If they decided to kill him, they wouldn't let her live.

The boy breathed loudly. He was exhausted. Physically by traveling. Mentally because of his acting and emotionally in his heart. He just wanted to be home. Again. To feel safe. Porchay didn't wait for anything and went to sleep. He kept his wig on his hair, he never knew who would want to spy on him like this man. And it broke another part of his pride, he didn't know how much time he looked at him. Naked. Porchay hid his face in his hands and tried to find a little peace out of the conscious world, Joy joining him as close as she could.

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"We still don't have news of her ?" Porsche asked the next morning looking with hatred at his father.

"No son..."

"So what? How do we know if he arrived there? If he was okay? You told me she would come back to make a report!"

"Porsche, I don't know...but it will be alright..." He said with a reassuring smile. Porsche didn't buy it. He wouldn't anymore but he smiled too. He wouldn't let his father know that he wasn't on his side anymore.

"Tell me if you know something..." He said going away.

"Will we tell him one day my King? That she died?" A man asked the King in a dominated state.

"No...no and don't ever talk about it Tawan... you're the only one to know and it's good like this..."