On the second day following their wedding, Tay found himself accompanying New on the journey back to King Sebastian's castle. The morning air was crisp as they sat in the carriage, the silence between them heavy with unspoken tension.
As the carriage rattled along the winding road, drawing closer to their destination, Tay's thoughts were consumed by the events that had transpired since their union. Beside him, New remained lost in his own thoughts, his gaze fixed upon the passing scenery.
Suddenly, a jolt rocked the carriage, throwing New forward with surprising force. In a swift motion, Tay reached out and caught him, his arms instinctively wrapping around his husband waist to prevent him from falling.
For a brief moment, their eyes met, a flicker of something unspoken passing between them as they lingered in each other's embrace. Yet as quickly as it had come, the moment passed, and Tay gently guided New to his feet as they prepared to disembark.
They stepped out of the carriage and approached the grand gates of King Sebastian's castle, a sense of anticipation hung in the air, mingling with the whispers of the awaiting guests and the distant echoes of laughter and music. Little did they know, however, that amidst the festivities awaited a confrontation that would test the fragile peace between them.
As Tay and New approached the grand gates of King Sebastian's castle, a figure emerged from the shadows, his presence casting a shadow over the joyful atmosphere. It was Luke, New's cousin, his expression twisted with malice as he stepped forward to confront the newlyweds.
New's fists clenched at his sides at the sight of Luke, his jaw set in a grim line as he braced himself for what was to come. Beside him, Tay watched with a mixture of curiosity and concern, his gaze flickering between the two men.
"Well, well, well," Luke sneered, his voice dripping with contempt as he closed the distance between himself and New. "Look what we have here. The newlyweds, basking in the glow of their false happiness."
New's jaw tightened at Luke's words, his eyes flashing with suppressed anger as he met his cousin's gaze. "What do you want, Luke?" he demanded, his voice laced with barely concealed hostility.
Luke's lips curled into a smirk as he lifted New's chin with a mocking gesture. "Just thought I'd offer my congratulations to the happy couple," he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "After all, it's not every day that a prince marries his sworn enemy."
Tay felt a surge of protectiveness wash over him at the sight of Luke's insolence, his instincts urging him to intervene. With a swift motion, he swatted Luke's hand away from New, pulling him protectively behind his back as he fixed Luke with a steely glare.
Luke's smirk widened at Tay's reaction, his eyes glittering with amusement as he continued to taunt the couple with his sarcastic remarks. Yet before the situation could escalate further, a commanding voice cut through the tension like a knife.
"Luke," came the voice of King Sebastian, his expression stern as he approached the group. "What is the meaning of this?"
Luke's demeanor shifted in an instant as he bowed respectfully before his king, his smirk replaced by a mask of false humility. "My apologies, Your Majesty," he murmured, his tone dripping with insincerity. "I was merely offering my congratulations to the happy couple. I meant no offense."
With a dismissive wave of his hand, King Sebastian signaled for Luke to depart, his gaze lingering on the newlyweds with a mixture of concern and suspicion. As Luke slinked away into the castle, the tension that had gripped the courtyard slowly began to dissipate, leaving behind a palpable sense of relief in its wake.
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The Royal Husband (taynew fanfic)
ФанфикThe rival princes hated each other and were distressed when they learned of their betrothal. They attempted to escape it but failed. New was caught by his father while trying to run away, and Tay was caught by his father while attempting to elope. R...
