OUR OWN ENDING [KimChay Stories Compilation]

PETAL & PISTOL

Prince Porchay Kittisawat, the throne heir meets Kimhan Theeranpanyakul, the mafia heir. Both live in different worlds. What would happen if a prince of peace counters an heir of chaos?

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Prince Porchay has been plucking out the petals of a used-to-be gorgeous sunflower on his hand. He's been in the palace garden for hours, just plucking out the flower petals. He watched the sky turn from daylight to nighttime. He lost count of how many petals he had pulled out. It is obvious that something is bothering the prince.

Chay is stressed. Extremely stressed. Over a week, he became the next heir to the throne. His brother gave up the throne heir to have a common life. A life without royalty. The king, his father, is really kind and supportive of his son's wishes. So, he gave what his brother wanted.

However, that leaves Chay the next heir to the throne. He never expected this. He was fine being the other prince. He was never his brother, not even close. His brother was more responsible than him, that's why people like him. He suits the king's title better than him. Chay was just a person with a royal title.

The king assured Chay that he would be a great leader one day. The people like him too since he is a sweet and gentle prince. And Chay knew that that one day would come soon. His father is already old, he will eventually step down and give the throne to him soon.

The prince doesn't know what to do. He knows to himself that he made the worst decision ever. And he doesn't want the kingdom that his family cared for for centuries to suffer just because he is bad at decision-making.

Chay sighed deeply for the nth time that day. There is nothing he can do now, but to accept his fate. He looked around him, seeing the amount of petals around him. "Oh no, I am so sorry." he apologized to the flowers he tore apart. "Phi Ernest would get mad at me." he pouted, referring to one of the palace gardeners. Though, he knows he won't get mad at him. He's the prince, anyway. Yet, he might get a scolding from him.

Chay stood as he dusted off the remaining petals from his pants. He might need a cold shower to clear his head. He walked along the palace garden that was surrounded by tall hedges, kicking a pebble that he saw along the way.

Suddenly, he heard noises. He stood still and remained quiet. It sounds like someone is struggling. He quickly hid behind the hedges, peeking at the commotion on the other side. He covered his mouth as he stifled a gasp.

Two figures were fighting. The first one is one of his bodyguards, Ken, his most trusted one. The one who always protects him in every way possible everywhere he goes. The other figure... he can't see who it was. It was so dark and the palace lights barely illuminated them. He wants to get a closer look. The fight was so intense, but he could see his bodyguard struggling much more. The other man was good.

"What do you think you are doing, huh?" The man said with a mischievous voice. His voice was deep and raspy, yet it was quite soothing that it made Chay shiver.

Ken grunted as he received a hard punch in his face, "What do you think you are doing here, huh? You know this whole place will kill you once they see your stupid face." Ken snapped back, attempting an attack but the man was too good at avoiding his charges.

Chay heard the man chuckle, "Well, I am not the one plotting to kill someone here."

"You and your stupid mafia clan. Fucking pest in this society." Ken said, spitting a saliva full of blood. The man chuckled again, managed to get close to Ken, and whispered something to him that Chay didn't hear.

Then, Chay's eyes widened and his body started to tremble as he watched the man slit his bodyguard's throat. Countless amounts of blood started to ooze from the slit. The man let the dead body fall as he hid his bloody knife in his pocket, the red liquid staining the palace grounds.