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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"So, I'm right," Kimhan says, nodding for himself, seeing Porchay's surprised expression. "I was mostly guessing. I mean... something was wrong already the moment I talked to the nanny, and she told me she didn't know who did it. The thing about her and me... she knows when I'm lying, but I know when she is lying as well. So, the question was, why would she lie to me? She never lied to me before. And the only reason for that would be that she wants to protect the person who did it. But why would she do that? It would have to be someone who is part of the family or someone from the Kittisawat kingdom, which would give me a reason not to end the war. And if I didn't want to end the war, that would be bad, really bad, and she knows that. So, thinking about it, it didn't make sense that one of my brothers would do that because what kind of reason would they have? None! The second option—someone who wanted to hurt me, knowing that the nanny is one of the few people I care about. And let's face it—it wasn't that long after I forced you to marry me. Your brother took the opportunity. I hate to say it, but I understand."
There's a relief taking over Porchay's body, but at the same time, there's so much confusion. He remembers vividly how much he wanted to avenge what happened to the nanny. How much he wanted that person to suffer, to... die before he knew that the one who did it was his brother. He can even imagine the things Kimhan wanted to do to the person who almost killed a person who had been like a mother to him. But now? Now Kimhan doesn't even seem angry. If anything, he seems at peace with it. Porchay tries to understand, he really does, but it all just doesn't make any sense to him.
He takes Kimhan's hand and presses his thumb to Kimhan's palm, drawing there random patterns—he isn't sure if he is doing this to calm his husband or himself. Maybe both. "You... you aren't mad? You don't want to kill my brother? Nothing like that?"
Kimhan puts his free hand on Porchay's lower back and says, "I do want to kill him. But... that would upset you, and I don't want you to be upset. Besides, Kinn wouldn't appreciate that either. And we were at war, after all, I kidnapped you... If it was the other way around, I would also try to strike the most vulnerable part. But I'm telling you—Porsche better not try to do something like this ever again."
Porchay exhales deeply, letting out a short laugh, "I don't think he'll have a reason to try something like that ever again."
"Good," Kimhan caresses Porchay's cheek, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
"But aren't you mad at me? That I didn't tell you sooner? I should have told you sooner. I hated that there was a secret between us. I don't want there to be secrets between us."
"I'm not mad at you, little flower. I can never be mad at you. You wanted to protect your brother. I understand."
"Is it really all right?"
"More than all right," Kimhan turns them around, captures Porchay's body under his own. "You were wonderful today. Did so well during the hunt."
Porchay smiles, his fingers tracing the shape of Kimhan's naked torso, "was I? Maybe my king could show me how wonderful I was."
