Silent Vows (Boylove)

Chapter 13

The morning sun bathed the royal gardens in a golden glow, its light filtering through the tall trees and casting intricate patterns on the cobblestone paths. The air was crisp, carrying the faint fragrance of blooming roses and jasmine. Birds chirped melodiously, their songs adding a serene soundtrack to the tranquil scene. Daehan followed Youngjae in silence, his heart still fluttering from the prince's earlier declarations and actions.

They strolled together, the towering hedges and vibrant flowerbeds providing a sense of privacy as if the rest of the world didn't exist. Youngjae's grip on Daehan's hand was firm yet gentle, his thumb occasionally brushing against Daehan's skin, sending shivers down his spine. Daehan's eyes wandered, taking in the beauty of the garden, and then stopped when they landed on something...a swing set nestled beneath a large cherry blossom tree, its pink petals falling gracefully like soft snow.

Youngjae noticed Daehan's sudden hesitation and followed his gaze. "What is it?" he asked, his voice softer now, almost tender.

Daehan shook his head, attempting to brush it off. But Youngjae stepped in front of him, his piercing gaze demanding honesty.

"Tell me," he urged gently, a hint of curiosity in his tone.

Daehan's hands fidgeted as he gestured hesitantly, "It's nothing. I just... I've never ridden a swing before. My father... he thought it was frivolous and made sure I... well, I never had the chance." His cheeks flushed, embarrassed by the admission.

Youngjae's expression softened, a flicker of something deeper crossing his eyes. Without a word, he turned and walked toward the swing. Daehan watched, puzzled, as Youngjae grabbed one of the ropes and tested its sturdiness. Then, with a slight smile, he gestured for Daehan to come closer.

"Sit," Youngjae commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Daehan's eyes widened. He began his silent protest, but Youngjae cut him off with a raised hand.

"You said you've never ridden a swing. Well, today you will," Youngjae said firmly, his smirk playful yet earnest. "I won't take no for an answer."

Hesitantly, Daehan stepped forward and sat down on the swing, gripping the ropes tightly. The smooth wood felt cool beneath his palms. His heart pounded as he glanced over his shoulder at Youngjae, who was standing behind him, his hands on the ropes.

"Ready?" Youngjae asked, leaning closer so that Daehan could feel the warmth of his breath against his ear.

Daehan nodded, his lips curving into a shy smile.

With a gentle push, Youngjae set the swing in motion. Daehan's initial apprehension melted away as he felt the wind rush past him, lifting his spirits with each sway. He giggled softly, the sound pure and unrestrained, a melody Youngjae found utterly captivating.

"Higher?" Youngjae asked, his voice filled with amusement.

Daehan glanced back at him, his eyes sparkling as he nodded.

Youngjae's grin widened as he pushed the swing harder, sending Daehan soaring higher into the air. The cherry blossom petals danced around them, caught in the breeze, creating a magical aura. Daehan closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of freedom he had never experienced before. For the first time in years, he felt like the weight of his past had momentarily lifted.

When the swing began to slow, Youngjae moved to stand in front of Daehan, his gaze warm and intense. "How was it?" he asked softly.

Daehan's cheeks were flushed from the exhilaration. "It was wonderful," he gestured, his smile radiant. "Thank you, Your Highness. Truly."