This Royal Life

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(QING)

I braced an elbow on the bed as I watch him sleep besides me. Dayu's mouth is slightly open, his hair mussed, lovemaking marks on his naked body. Sleeping in total abandon.

In short, he looked exhausted and well fucked. I feel proud.

He still loves me. He still trust me. Dayu do...

I lay down and look up at the ceiling. I think something happened to Dayu tonight. I am not sure. But suddenly something changed in him.

Like he came back to me. My carefree, lively and passionate Dayu.

For two years, since we accepted the throne and the duty as King and Consort, Dayu slowly changes. From being simple and carefree to businesslike and serious.

A picture perfect Consort for the King.

He also started being a nervous wreck. An ugly thought but that's the truth.

He is always nervous about Yong and the future. At first I understand because Dayu really love our son. And I also want what he wants. Security for our children.

But then Dayu started being forceful about it. He became less passionate in bed and more passionate in his quest to give Yong the Crown Prince title.

And I tried helping him. Hoping that if this issue gets done, my old Dayu will come back. That his passion for our marriage will return to him. But two years had passed and Dayu just got worse.

But tonight, my old Dayu came back to me. Happy. Giddy. Carefree. Simple.

He sighed and slid closer to me. I gathered him in my arms, content. This is another thing that Dayu forgot to do lately. Pushing and sticking himself to me when we are in bed. But now he is so close to me that he is almost lying on top of me. Hugging me and putting his head on my shoulder.

I hope he won't change again. I hope this is not just for one night. I hope Dayu really came back to me, forever this time.

I close my eyes and pray some more as sleep claim me.

The next day...the circus about the illegitimate child that I allegedly sired started.

But I am still happy. Why? Because Dayu is smiling at me.

We had our breakfast in our suite. The kids were delivered to us and Dayu dismissed all the help so we can eat with the children, alone. Just the four of us. But instead of helping the kids cut their food and wipe their faces like he used to do, Dayu let XianQiao make a mess on her plate.

He is sitting close to me. Feeding me french toasts and fruits. He also feed XianQiao and himself but he gave me most of his attention. Yong, being the adult one on our table, eat neatly. We laughed and teased him for being too neat and perfect.

After breakfast, Dayu surrendered the kids to their nannies but he went to our daughter's room to supervise XianQiao's bath, because Dayu is still a hands on parent to our little girl.

Meanwhile, I showered in our bath. When I went out, Dayu is back in our room, inspecting my clothes that he laid on top of our made bed. Another thing he used to do, selecting the clothes I wear, but forgotten when he focuses his attention to the Crown Prince title.

I hugged him from behind. He put a hand on my cheek, "Should we shock them with a colorful purple tie as you say sorry for this scandal? Or we can go all black like you are already mourning,"