The Royal Husband (taynew fanfic)

Sharing the secrets

Tay's expression softened as he listened to New's heartfelt recollections of his mother. A sense of empathy washed over him, stirring memories of his own mother and the deep bond they had shared.

"I understand," Tay began, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "My mother was... she was my rock, my guiding light." He paused, the weight of his emotions evident in his tone.

"She had this way of making everything seem okay, even when it felt like the world was falling apart," Tay continued, his voice growing more animated as he spoke of his mother's unwavering strength and compassion.

"But when she passed away..." Tay's voice trailed off, a shadow crossing his features as he recalled the pain of losing her. "It was like a part of me went with her, leaving behind an emptiness that I couldn't fill."

Tay's eyes met New's, a silent understanding passing between them as they shared in the grief of losing their mothers. He could see the reflection of his own pain mirrored in New's eyes, a reminder of the shared bond they now held.

"And when I heard Luke mocking your mother's death..." Tay's voice faltered, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "It stirred up all those feelings again, reminding me of how painful it is to lose someone you love."

As he spoke, Tay felt a weight lift off his shoulders, the act of sharing his pain with New bringing a sense of relief and understanding. In that moment, they were no longer just husband and husband, but kindred spirits bound together by the shared experience of loss and grief.

New let out a heavy sigh, the weight of their shared emotions hanging heavy in the air. He leaned back on his bed, exhaustion evident in his posture as he closed his eyes for a moment of respite.

Tay followed suit, joining New on the bed as they both lay down, their gazes fixed on the ceiling above. The silence stretched between them, each lost in their own thoughts until New finally broke the quiet with a hesitant question.

"Hey, Tay... can you tell me about you and Princess Anya?" New asked, his voice soft and tentative. It was a question born out of curiosity and perhaps a desire to understand Tay's past and the complexities of their shared history.

Tay's breath caught in his throat at New's question, a wave of mixed emotions washing over him. Memories of his time with Princess Anya flooded his mind, each one tinged with both joy and sorrow.

New listened intently, Tay began to paint a picture of Princess Anya with his words. "Princess Anya," he started, his voice filled with warmth and fondness, "she was the daughter of a neighbouring noble house, with a grace and beauty that seemed to rival that of the most enchanting fairy tales."

Tay's gaze softened as he recounted their first meeting in the verdant gardens, a memory etched into his mind like a precious gem. "From the moment I first laid eyes on her, I was captivated," he continued, his words filled with a sense of wonder. "Her eyes were like pools of sapphire, sparkling with intelligence and kindness."

He paused, his expression softening as he recalled the sound of her laughter, as sweet and melodic as music upon the wind. "Her laughter was like a melody that echoed in my heart," Tay confessed, his voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia. "In that moment, I knew she had stolen my heart without uttering a single word."

Tay's words painted a vivid picture of the moments they had shared, stolen glances exchanged across a crowded room, whispered confessions shared in the quiet of the night. "Each moment spent in her company was a precious treasure," Tay admitted, a smile ghosting across his lips as he remembered their stolen moments together.

As he spoke, New listened with rapt attention, his own heart heavy with emotion as he witnessed the depth of Tay's feelings for Princess Anya. Despite a string of emotions that tugged at his heart, New couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for the love that Tay had once known.

"And I dreamed of a future filled with love and happiness," Tay concluded, his voice filled with longing, "with Anya by my side as my queen and consort."

The room fell silent as Tay's words hung in the air, each one carrying the weight of his unspoken dreams and desires. In that moment, Tay and New shared a silent understanding, bound together by the complexities of love and longing.