Tay and Princess Anya parted ways, Tay's mind buzzed with a whirlwind of emotions. His heart yearned to confess his feelings to New, to lay bare the depths of his affection and longing. Yet, uncertainty gnawed at him, casting shadows of doubt across his thoughts.
With each step he took, Tay grappled with the weight of his emotions, searching for the right words to express what lay heavy on his heart. He knew that he couldn't continue to suppress his feelings, that he needed to confront them head-on and lay bare the truth.
As he approached the castle, Tay's resolve hardened, his determination steeling his resolve. He knew that he couldn't delay any longer, that he needed to find the courage to speak his truth and face whatever consequences may come.
Tay's heart sank as he entered his room to find it empty, New's absence leaving an ache in the pit of his stomach. His eyes scanned the room frantically, searching for any sign of his beloved, but all he found was a note left behind on the bedside table.
Tay reached for the note, his heart pounding in his chest as he unfolded it and read the words penned by New's hand. His breath caught in his throat as he absorbed the contents of the note, the weight of New's absence pressing down on him with each passing moment.
As the realization sank in, Tay's chest tightened with a mix of emotions, uncertainty and longing warring within him. Part of him understood New's need to return to his own castle, to seek solace in the familiar embrace of his sister and the comfort of his own home. Yet, another part of him couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at the thought of New's departure, the ache of their separation echoing in the emptiness of the room.
Days passed without any sign of New's return, Tay found himself consumed by a profound sense of longing and emptiness. His thoughts constantly drifted to New, his absence casting a shadow over every corner of the castle.
Unable to shake the ache in his heart, Tay wandered aimlessly through the halls, his footsteps echoing in the empty corridors. His appetite waned with each passing day, his meals left untouched as his mind remained preoccupied with thoughts of New.
King Alexander watched with growing concern as his son drifted listlessly around the castle, his normally vibrant spirit dimmed by the absence of his beloved. He could see the toll that New's departure was taking on Tay, his son's once lively demeanor now clouded by sorrow and longing. As Tay's distress deepen, he shook his head with a mixture of sympathy and resolve. Unable to bear seeing his son suffer any longer, he knew that action was needed to remedy the situation.
Summoning Tay to his study, Alexander's expression was one of gentle determination as he addressed his son. "Tay," he began, his voice steady yet filled with empathy, "if you miss him so much, then perhaps it's time for you to go and look for him."
Tay looked up, surprise flickering in his eyes at his father's suggestion. The weight of his longing for New lifted slightly at the prospect of taking action, his heart quickening with renewed hope.
"But father, I don't know how to start when I see him?" Tay asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
Alexander offered his son a reassuring smile, his gaze unwavering as he spoke. "Start by following your heart, Tay," he replied gently. "Wherever it leads you, I have faith that you will find your way."
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The Royal Husband (taynew fanfic)
FanfictionThe 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...
