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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"Did you hear? Did you hear? Did everyone hear? His Majesty and His Royal Highness are back!" the Nanny screams as she runs through the royal gardens to the front gate where the carriage with Kimhan and Porchay has just arrived.
After—Kimhan doesn't even know how much time has passed since they left their kingdom, he is just so glad that they are finally back. It wasn't that he didn't really trust his brother Tankhun to take care of the kingdom, but... he didn't really trust Tankhun to take care of the kingdom... at least not properly. Tankhun is... well, in Porchay's language, Kim would put it as wildflower—you can count on him, but it may cost you something like... your sanity.
Kimhan would like to rest, take his husband to their chamber and map every inch of that heavenly body with his lips, but they just signed the treaty and people in their kingdom need to be informed that times are forever changing. The peace might be here but still no time for rest. Not yet.
There is a beautiful smile on Porchay's lips while he is looking outside the carriage window, eyes sparkling. He looks like he truly missed this place. It makes Kimhan's heart swell with love.
"You look like you really missed it here?" Kimhan wipers into Porchay's ear and takes his hand, pressing a soft kiss on Porchay's knuckles.
Porchay looks at Kimhan, smiling, "I did. I learned to love this place as much as I love the kingdom I was born in. And you know, of course, the biggest reason for that is that I love you. Imagine if I still hated you... my face would look something like this." Porchay's face turns cold. No traces of a smile are left on his lips. The look in his eyes freezing cold. The kind of look he used to have before he fell in love with Kimhan. It brings bad memories to Kimhan. He would rather not think about the time his husband didn't love him.
"Alright, alright, you can stop that look. It scares me," Kimhan nervously chuckles.
Porchay's look softens. He leans in and pecks Kimhan's lips, "I love you."
"More than anything, little flower," Kimhan whispers just the moment their carriage stops.
"Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness, we have arrived." The guard from outside of the carriage announces and moments later the door of the carriage opens, and from somewhere in the distance, the royal husbands can already hear the Nanny announcing their arrival with that voice of hers that Kimhan missed so much.
"Looks like someone is excited that we are back," Kimhan chuckles and steps out of the carriage. Then he turns around and looks up at his husband, opening his arms wide for Porchay to fall right in them. Porchay giggles and lets himself fall into Kimhan's loving arms with a huge smile on his lips.
"I missed Nanny so much!" Porchay breathes out into the crook of Kimhan's neck.
"I'm sure that she missed you, too," Kimhan says.
"Your Majesty. Your Royal Highness," the Nanny screams, running right towards them. "Your Maaaajesty! Your Royal Highneeees!"
"We should greet her, or I fear that she won't stop screaming," Porchay chuckles.
