The Royal Husband (taynew fanfic)

Luke's Plan

In the secluded beauty of the castle's rose garden, Tay and Princess Anya found themselves enveloped in the soft fragrance of blossoms and the gentle rustle of leaves. As they walked along the winding paths, a sense of freedom and excitement hung in the air, mingling with the clandestine thrill of their secret rendezvous.

Suddenly, Tay turned to Princess Anya with a bold proposition, his eyes alight with anticipation. "Anya, let's sneak out," he suggested, his voice filled with a sense of adventure. "We'll change into commoner clothes and venture down to the village."

Anya's eyes widened with surprise at Tay's audacious proposal, her heart racing with the thrill of the unexpected. "Can we do that?" she asked, her voice tinged with excitement and uncertainty.

Tay flashed her a confident smile, his demeanor reassuring. "Of course," he replied confidently. "New already told me he'll cover for me. There's nothing to worry about."

With a nod of agreement, Anya allowed Tay to take her hand as they slipped away from the garden, their footsteps quiet and purposeful as they made their way through the back corridors.

The back corridors was connected to the ballroom, they quietly crept passed by the ballroom, Tay's keen eyes caught a glimpse of Luke and New standing opposite each other, their expressions locked in an intense confrontation. A sense of unease washed over Tay.

With precise, calculated steps, Luke passed by New, his movements deliberate and filled with malice. As he brushed past New, Luke managed to accidentally bump into him, using his stronger build to exert a slight push that sent New stumbling backwards.

New's balance faltered, and with a sharp gasp, he collided with the table behind him. In a cascade of chaos, the champagne towers came crashing down upon him, showering him in a storm of broken glass and spilled champagne.

As New lay amidst the wreckage, a pool of broken glass and champagne forming around him, he struggled to regain his balance. Blood seeped from various cuts and wounds, staining his clothes and the floor beneath him.

Fah's shocked cry pierced the air as she rushed to her brother's side, her eyes wide with fear and concern. However, the obstacle of her voluminous dress and the sharp shards of glass hindered her attempts to reach him.

"New! Are you okay?" Fah exclaimed, her voice trembling with worry. "New, stop moving! There are broken glasses everywhere!"

As the chaos unfolded before him, Tay's eyes widened in horror as he watched the glasses come crashing down on New. With a sharp intake of breath, he released Princess Anya's hand and dashed forward without a second thought.

"New!" Tay's voice rang out, filled with urgency and fear as he called out to his husband. Ignoring the danger of the broken glass and champagne beneath his feet, Tay rushed to New's side, his heart pounding with dread.

Fah watched anxiously, her hands clasped tightly together as she observed the scene unfolding before her. "Careful, Tay," she cautioned, her voice laced with concern. "It might be slippery."

Tay nodded in acknowledgment, his gaze never leaving New's prone form as he carefully navigated his way through the scattered debris. Each step was deliberate and cautious, his sole focus on reaching New and ensuring his safety.

Meanwhile, King Sebastian and King Alexander swiftly arrived on the scene, their faces etched with worry as they surveyed the situation before them. With a sense of urgency, they directed servants and guards to assist New, their priority solely focused on ensuring his well-being in the midst of the chaos.