The Royal Husband (taynew fanfic)

The Deal

After the wedding, Tay and New returned to Tay's chamber, a heavy silence hung between them, each retreating to opposite corners of the room, their thoughts a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions.

After a long moment of tense silence, New finally broke the deadlock, his voice soft yet resolute. "Tay," he began, his tone tinged with a hint of hesitation, "we need to talk."

Tay regarded him with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, his gaze searching New's face for any sign of what was to come. "What is it ?" he asked, his voice guarded.

With a deep breath, New gathered his courage and spoke the words that had been weighing heavily on his mind. "I propose a deal," he declared, his voice steady despite the turmoil within. "We shall maintain separate lives in private, free to pursue our own interests and relationships. Yet in public, we shall present a united front, fulfilling our duties as a married couple."

Tay regarded New with a mixture of surprise and curiosity, his mind racing as he considered the implications of such an arrangement. "And what do you hope to gain from this... deal?" he asked, his voice tinged with skepticism.

New's features softened, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his gaze. "Freedom," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "The freedom to live our lives on our own terms, without the constraints of duty and expectation."

Tay considered New's words carefully, weighing the pros and cons of the proposed deal. "And if I were to agree to this... deal?" he queried, his gaze piercing.

New met Tay's gaze with a solemn expression, his eyes betraying the depth of his sincerity. "Then we shall both be free to chart our own paths, while still fulfilling our obligations to our kingdoms, you shall be free to pursue your relationship with Princess Anya in secret," he explained, his voice unwavering. "As long as our public image remains untarnished, I shall not interfere with your private affairs."" he replied, his voice steady.

A sense of relief washed over Tay at New's words, his face brightening with newfound hope. "You mean I can still see Anya?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

New nodded solemnly, his resolve firm. "Yes," he confirmed, his tone resolute. "As long as you honor our agreement and maintain the facade of our marriage in public, you shall have the freedom to pursue your happiness in private."

With a nod of agreement, Tay extended his hand towards New, sealing their pact with a silent vow. And as they clasped hands in a gesture of unity, a sense of understanding and mutual respect settled over them, binding them together in a bond that transcended the constraints of tradition and expectation.

And so, amidst the quiet confines of Tay's chamber, a tentative truce was struck between two souls bound by duty and circumstance, their hearts reaching for a semblance of freedom amidst the constraints of their fate. And as they embarked upon this fragile alliance, Tay and New knew that their journey was far from over, but for now, they took solace in the fragile hope of a compromise forged in the crucible of their shared struggle.