🐈‍⬛Ears to survive, ears to scratch ♥️ KIMCHAY AU ✨️

Territory 🐈‍⬛🤝

The carriage stopped just in the middle of the garden, behind the big doors and Kimhan had no desire in giving his attention to the people creating an alley of humans for them. It is all of the servants, all the people living in the castle who are greeting their new guest. He just walks inside, he isn't giving them any attention and turns around annoyed when he sees that Porchay is late,his mouth pouting.

"You should have waited for me." The King says, after greeting everyone politely. Porchay always learns from his Hia, who learnt it from their parents, to never close an eye on anyone, to never give anyone an excuse to stab them in their back. It is a mix of real manners and strategy.

"In all of them, a big number is already wondering how to kill me, I won't give them any respect." He calmly answers. Kimhan sees their eyes, some might have been honestly welcoming him but most of them are a danger. Some pupils are intriguing, some are full of a hatred not well hidden, some are disgusted. They might play well, hybrid-cats have inherited from their animal side the instinct of feeling the intention of people. It is like an invisible smell or emotion spreading through their chest and giving them an uncomfortable sensation. Thinking about Porchay, Kimhan recognises silently that he never felt this, it might have been why he is always messing with him easily, his nerves aren't fearing his presence. He will not have to be suspicious of him at least or less.

"As you want." Porchay sighs.

"Tell me where my room is." Kimhan orders, being delighted by Porchay's surprised expression because of his tone.

Porchay coughs to keep his control. "Come. You are living in the king's room, with me."

"No way. I am not going to do this." Kimhan says, stopping in the middle of the corridors.

"It's not like you have a choice." Porchay answers a little more firmly, trying to use the heaviness of the earrings against Kimhan.

"I won't."

"Listen, this is thought through, I also don't want to see your face in the morning." The king goes closer, pointing a finger at Kimhan's chest. He didn't move, but his ears trembled for one second from the touch. "However, I know well what my Hia is in your country. He is more a hostage than a new part of your family, and you will be one here too. This is also to ensure our security. Like you said, people hate you here, I can't be sure that no one would try to cut your throat or your soft ears. I can't afford for my country to have you as a victim so we will cooperate. We will live in the same room and we will protect our people." He just continues to walk. Porchay is blushing a lot and it isn't easy for him to have authority but he tried and he is proud of this.

Kimhan just smiles. He just smiles and he follows silently. The King isn't that mediocre, he has some points here. He had thought that he would not be good in strategy but he is better in reality than on paper.

"This is the room." Porchay says, opening the door. "As you can see we are at the end of the highest corridors but..." He comes closer. "There is a secret staircase to have another way of escaping, I will show you later..." He finally let Kimhan go inside. "As you can see I asked to have the biggest bed so we wouldn't have to feel each other's presence too much."

The bed can easily welcome four to five people. Kimhan nods, he likes this idea but his body is stopping on the spot and his aura becomes dark when he spots Twinkle walking towards him.

"Baby..." Porchay says but the cat doesn't care, his fur is spiky and he is hissing. The king wasn't ready to witness what he is seeing now. Kimhan is still standing but he is hissing against Twinkle, the fur on his tail being up. Twinkle is staring at him and hissing one more time before falling on the ground and his back and rolling. Kimhan smiles in satisfaction before turning his head to Porchay and finding again his calm expression.