Royal Temptations

Chapter 27

I feel like I've been so productive the last few days. I've written chapters 25 and 26, all within a couple days. Considering how long it takes me sometimes, I'm incredibly happy with that.

Time skip cause we've seen enough of their domestic life and we've seen enough build up.

Guess who's story reached 2 thousand reads? Guess who's over the moon and back again?

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Yixing's POV

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~four months later~

"It's next week," Zitao pointed out. "And you'd yet to actually get fitted for your suit? You're lucky you guys seem to have a tailor close at hand." I couldn't think of a snarky come back for that one, so I just remained silent, watching as every part of me was measured. "Won't I need one too?" he suddenly asked. "Since I'm your best man?"

"Yes, you will," I told him calmly. "You'll be fitted once I'm done. As for why it hasn't happened until now, I guess I just lost track of time. Four months was an incredibly short time to try and put this thing together. But we did it, somehow." It still baffled me exactly how we'd done it, but we had. The reception had been the easy part. It was to be held in the palace's grand ballroom. The actual wedding ceremony had been tricky, but we'd eventually decided to put our private stretch of beach to good use. Besides, who didn't like a seaside wedding? And since only about fifty people would be present at the actual ceremony (not including everyone watching from home since the whole thing would be filmed from start to finish) it was perfect.

"I still can't believe you're going through with it at all," Zitao mumbled. I shot him a withering look. Not now. Not when other people could hear. "But I am happy for you man. Don't think I'm not. You're just awfully young."

"Says the guy one year younger than I," I shot back. But I quieted down when my tailor glanced up sharply. "It was mandatory anyway," I told him. "There was no way I could take over without a wife."

"Then Junmyeon is doing it backwards, hmm?" he said. "Since he took over before he found a wife." I was about to say it really wasn't his fault, but then I realized it was probably my fault, so I didn't end up saying anything at all while I mulled that over. I knew for a fact he'd been hesitant because of his lingering feelings. He'd told me so himself. "Uh oh, His Majesty grows quiet," Zitao said. "Don't overwork that brain of yours. It's too fragile for that."

"Do you ever slow down?" I asked, glancing at the ceiling to keep from strangling him. I honestly forgot how snarky he could be. "Whatever. It's almost your turn, so be prepared."

"Is Luhan going to be a part of the wedding at all?" he asked me, completely ignoring what I'd just said. "Or is it just me and Yu Yan?" Yu Yan was Ying Yue's maid-of-honor of sorts. She was also a lovely girl.

"Luhan is going to usher," I said. "But it's not a big party, and it's not a big wedding. At least it's not a big ceremony. It's going to be broadcast so people can see it." And I'd wanted it small on purpose. Not everyone had to be present for the ceremony, save a few important ones. Obviously family. Certain overseas dignitaries. "Be lucky you get to be a part of it at all," I told him. "I almost decided not to."

"I feel so special," he deadpanned. "Really Xing, you sure know how to make a fellow feel warm and fuzzy." I rolled my eyes at his blatant sarcasm. "Why don't you want the special day to be shared?" he inquired.

"Because it's my special day," I told him, stepping away from the tailor and motioning him forward. "And Ying Yue's special day. It's nice to share it, but you also have to remember I've shared every part of my life so far, even if I didn't want to. This is one thing I don't want everyone and their mother at. Only the ones that really matter."