When the king of Levanter tries to teach his oldest son a lesson, he ends up assuming something far from the truth. Minho wishes he could correct his father's wild imagination but doing so would mean seeing Jisung's head removed from his body. Neith...
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When Jisung's shock wore off, he looked towards the door where Minho had disappeared and saw that Lee Jiho still stood in the doorway staring at him.
He averted his gaze and dropped his head again.
"Your Majesty," he said, voice trembling slightly.
"Minho told me about your... arrangement. I won't lie, I'm surprised it's true. I never noticed you two ever acting differently toward each other. I was almost sure Minho had lied to me. Exactly how long have you two been... intimately involved?"
Jisung mentally cursed Minho for leaving as his face flushed in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but I don't think that's for me to answer." He had no idea what exactly Minho had told Jiho, so he didn't want to risk contradicting anything he might have said.
Jiho's mouth pressed together in a tight line as he glared at Jisung with more malice than in the banquet hall. Jisung stayed calm and didn't give in to fill the silence.
"I do appreciate your willingness to hold your tongue on the matter. Though I am warning you if this is going to continue, be more discreet. Lock the door for heaven's sake!" Jiho snapped. "I will not have you risk his marriage prospects with any untoward rumors."
Jisung's stomach dropped at the threat. "Yes, Your Majesty."
"The same thing goes if you break his heart. I will personally break you."
"Of course, Your Majesty."
Jiho nodded his head and walked out, closing the door behind him.
Jisung's shoulders sagged and he released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. His hands were shaking as he collapsed on Minho's bed. His knees were weak and his head was spinning.
When he followed Minho to his chambers, he expected him to say 'I know you have magic, Jisung. You sent that light to protect me when I was looking for the flower for you. My father now knows you're a sorcerer, but you are my friend and I won't let him send you to your death.'
Not once was he expecting something so unexpected as supposedly being Minho's lover, or at least that's what the king thought they were. Intimately involved, were his words. No wonder Lee Jiho had been watching him like a hawk all night. Scowling and glaring at him. As Minho's companion, Jisung could be a threat to the Lee legacy and Minho's ability to produce an heir.
And now Jiho thought he had caught them in the act. There would be no denying Minho's words now without it being considered treason. Not when Jiho had seen them kiss.
Jisung hesitantly touched his lips. The lips that had kissed Minho only moments ago.
And that kiss had gone much further than what was actually necessary. Jisung had forgotten everything as soon as Minho held him like that. Warm and secure. His arms wrapped around Jisung's body with a hand tangled in his hair. It turned a chaste kiss into something so much more, something not innocent at all.
