Theaonlyone1
In the fading days of Ayutthaya, Prince Phon divarankul and kuen malikit, the palace servant who tended his gardens, carried a love the kingdom could never accept. Their meetings were brief-hidden quiet words in between stone walls and night gardens, promises made where no one could see. Rank and blood turned the court against them, and fear made those around them choose duty over truth. Separated by law and blade, they died with only each other's name left unsaid.
Fate gave them no rest.
Now, in modern Bangkok, they cross paths again without memory of the past. Phon is an architect drawn to old temples and unfinished things. Kuen works in the city, carrying a quiet restlessness he can't explain. No thrones, no titles. just two strangers who feel the weight of something older than this life the moment they meet.
Will they defy fate again, or let history repeat itself?