Kittisawat Dynasty and Theerapanyakul Dynasty have been at war for almost ten years. War for power and the throne has been hanging above the two kingdoms like the most vicious storm... However, His Majesty Kimhan has a plan.
"Is Your Majesty sure th...
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The sun is already replaced by the silver-shimmering light of the moon when Kimhan finally wakes up. His body feels so much better than before. The pain is gone, and all that is left is a bit of ache when he moves around. Slowly, he sits up. Looking around, the frown on his face is getting deeper and deeper.
Where is his little flower?
"I'm right here," Porchay giggles, stepping back into the chamber, a bowl of lotus soup in his hands. "You woke up right on time for some delicious soup. I cooked it myself."
"How did you—"
"Know that you were looking for me?" Porchay raises his eyebrow and sits down on the bed next to his husband. "I felt your distress all the way outside." He smiles softly and presses a kiss on Kimhan's cheek. "How are you feeling? I did some healing on you while you were asleep, but I'm not sure how much it helped."
"My body is still aching a little, but besides that, I feel fine," Kimhan replies, reaching out for Porchay's body and hugging him tightly. He feels alright now, but having Porchay in his arms will make everything even better. It makes Kimhan feel like he is healing even without his little flower using his power.
Porchay gasps, surprised for a moment, he holds the bowl of soup tighter. "Careful," he smiles, "I have the soup here for you, remember? You have to eat something."
Kimhan reluctantly releases Porchay from his arms and nods, "okay, I will eat... but you have to feed me."
Porchay nods, not even trying to protest. He knew his husband would say that. Slowly but surely, Porchay is learning to read his husband like an open book.
Kimhan looks surprised but moves himself more up in the bed and sits properly for Porchay to feed him.
Porchay grins, "what? You thought that I would say no?" Porchay takes the spoon and brings it to Kimhan's lips, "I would feed you every day if you asked me to."
"Porchay..." Kimhan curls his fingers around Porchay's wrist, the spoon hanging in the air, just a couple of inches away from his mouth.
Porchay smiles softly, "I almost lost you... taking care of you now makes me feel at least a bit better. I could have stopped them from taking you, but I didn't... taking care of my husband is the least I can do. Besides, you look really cute right now, so open up. It's delicious, trust me."
Kimhan doesn't like the fact that Porchay blames himself for what happened, but he supposes, he can eat the soup before he tells him that.
The soup is delicious, just like Porchay promised it would be, but Kimhan thinks that everything from his little flower would be delicious. He keeps savouring the taste, his eyes never leaving Porchay's face... Porchay, like the most beautiful flower in the garden, is blooming right in front of him with the love and happiness of being together again, and Kimhan can't help himself but think about how Porchay looked when they met for the first time when Kimhan froze his heart just to force him to marry him when Porchay had decided to leave but then came back in pain and agony—the flower on the edge of withering... because of Kimhan. What would be if somewhere in the middle of it all they didn't find love? Would Kimhan ever see the Heavenly Flower bloom again?
