Pr: Helen
When Rayan showed his intention to refuse, Philip, who was holding his breath next to him, let out a low cough. “Rayan. Please,” Philip whispered as though he was worried that something might happen to Rayan.
In fact, Philip felt like he was out of breath. He couldn’t even feel any pain in his sore, swollen cheeks.
On the one hand, he regretted that he should have told Rayan about Lord Varen, but he also wondered if he had known that would happen. After watching him for so long, he was not completely oblivious, so he knew how to protect himself.
A mere commoner standing up to a nobleman.
Even though he was brought in by the emperor and Karel Isaac was looking after him, in the end, his status was only a commoner. If Varen’s successor wanted to arraign someone, he could do so as he wanted. As he was a member of the court, no matter how noble he was, he would not be able to kill him, but he would at least go through unspeakable suffering.
“My apologies, my lord. This child has only entered the palace recently, so he is not familiar with royal etiquette.”
Philip quickly came to his senses and tried to resolve the situation. But looking at Lord Varen’s face, which was turning red and green, it was too late. Philip had no power to quell the man’s anger.
“If he is inexperienced, shouldn’t we make him learn?”
Marcel huffed and took out his horse whip that was hanging from his waist. One swipe of this would tear his skin, and obviously his clothes.
He hadn’t felt this good in a long time. The emperor suddenly took an interest in him, and that was enough to make Marcel proud. How many things did Karel Isaac have in his possession due to the Emperor’s favor? Regardless, at best, he was a fallen aristocrat, but he didn’t have a very handsome face. He was given the title of viscount and even granted a fertile estate because he was the emperor’s lover.
The emperor, who sacrificed the blood of his relatives and erased a family from history shortly after coming to the throne, was a feared figure, but at the same time, he was powerful. Gaining his favor ultimately means engraving one’s name on one of the pillars of his power.
‘Can I stay in the palace for a while, Your Majesty?’
When he cautiously requested to stay in the palace for a while, and the emperor granted him the VIP palace to do as he pleased, he was filled with joy as he even had a glimpse of hope that he would be able to completely push out Karel Isaac. But then something dared to dampen his spirits.
He was upset that the best bard in the palace didn’t come, but the one who came to replace him was a bard who had just entered the palace. It was so arrogant that he couldn’t bear to open his eyes and look on.
“Fine. Since you are a court musician, try singing a song. You never know? I might be impressed enough to spare you your punishment.”
“…”
“You were so good at saying no, but now you’ve turned into a mute fool?”
Marcel pushed Rayan’s chest with the horse whip. Rayan was pushed back one step or two by him pushing force that he pursed his lips.
He didn’t want to listen to people full of malice. It was an impulse before, but not this time. He had no intention of letting someone like that listen to his song.
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“M- My lord. His guardian is Viscount Isaac.”
Cr lo tf atbeuta rbwfatlcu gfjiis ylu kbeiv frmjijaf, Utlilq wfcalbcfv Bjgfi’r cjwf.
“Vb ktja lo tf’r j kjgv bo Nlrmbeca Bjgfi Prjjm?”
“Kt- atja lr…”
“Pr atja jcs gfjrbc kts P mjc’a abemt tlw?”
Ccv gjatfg, la yfmjwf rbwfatlcu atja ralweijafv atf batfg qfgrbc. Zjgmfi, ktb kjr ralweijafv ys atf qbxlcu, qertfv Ejsjc’r ybvs tjgv. Ejsjc, ktb kjr wbwfcajglis vlragjmafv ys Utlilq, ibra tlr yjijcmf jcv ofii. Cr tf aglfv ab ufa eq, Zjgmfi rafqqfv bc Ejsjc klat tlr obba jcv qlccfv tlw vbkc.
“Moreover, His Majesty personally appointed him as a court musician. So please have mercy.”
Marcel, who had never even pretended to hear Karel’s name, reacted this time. His grip on Rayan eased, though only slightly.
“… His Majesty?”
This person? Marcel looked down at Rayan. It was a look of distrust and suspicion. After glaring at Rayan for a long time, he bent down at his waist and then stretched out his hands as if to force the robe off. He was obsessed with seeing Rayan’s face at all costs. Before Rayan could turn his head to protest, his hand touched his robe and his hood fell behind him.
“Stop.”
As soon as his face was revealed, a voice as cold as ice that would never melt was heard.
Rayan turned his head instead of looking at his hand, which seemed to be frozen and unable to move. Erich was looking this way with his head tilted crookedly. The golden light surrounding his body was overflowing.
“I didn’t give you the VIP palace for this kind of arrogance.”
“Ugh!”
As Erich jerked his hand, Marcel let out a moan and fell back. Erich took one step at a time and stood in front of the man as he trembled slightly and looked up at the owner of the shadow stretching out in front of him. He stepped on his shrinking body and crushed it with his feet, just like he did with Rayan.
There was a crushing sound. A painful groan.
“Varen. All I allowed you was a room in the VIP palace.”
“Uh- ugh… Your Majesty.”
“Isn’t that right?”
“I- I was wrong.”
“You’re not saying that because you think that’s what I want to hear from you, right?”
The tone of the question was calm, but there was anger underneath. That frosty anger wasn’t even directed at Rayan, but it’s enough to make him shiver. As Rayan was intimidated and inadvertently shrank back in fear, his blue eyes met his.
“Jurgen.”
With his eyes fixed on Rayan, he called someone.
“Please command.”
Only then did he realize that it wasn’t just Erich who was present, he brought along other people as well. Standing behind Erich was a middle-aged man who looked a little older than him.
“Take him.”
Although he did not tell him who or where to take, Jurgen immediately helped Rayan up.
“This way.”
He politely escorted Rayan, who was staggering to his feet. Rayan tilted his head towards Erich, but his eyes had already turned elsewhere.
“Come on.”
Jurgen subtly urged Rayan, who was only looking up at Erich. In the end, he was unable to defeat him and had no choice but to follow him.
***
Rayan wandered around the bedroom, which was several times larger than the one he had been staying in since coming here. There was no familiar face of Philip nor the man who brought him here, Jurgen, who had left him here had already left, telling him to wait for a while. He listened closely to the outside world, but there was no useful information.
Why did he bring him here?
No, why on earth did Erich come there? Ever since they reunited, Erich always came to help whenever something happened to him. Then he’d say something mean and dig his heels into his chest.
He felt like he knew what Erich was thinking, but he didn’t.
Rayan sighed and then turned his head. At the same time, the door opened roughly.
“You look like you knew I was coming.”
Erich blurted out. It seemed like there was a faint smell of alcohol that he couldn’t smell before because he was too occupied. It was sweet yet intense. The man approached Rayan step by step. Even though Rayan had no intention of backing down, he stepped back as if he was crushed by the emotions overflowing under his cool gaze.
“Ah!”
Just then, his leg caught on something and he fell backwards. The back was soft to the touch. Rayan tried to get up, but was soon pinned by Erich who approached him.
“Why are you in danger every time you are out of my sight?”
Erich slid his own leg between Rayan’s and reached out with both hands, pinning him down ferociously.
“It’s annoying.”
“Er… I mean, Your Majesty.”
“Again, you tried to call that bastard’s name.”
He was startled and called out to him accidentally, but he swallowed it back. The other man didn’t even know it was his own name, and said, ‘that bastard’. Rayan closed his mouth tightly and slowly closed his eyes, then opened them and locked eyes with Erich.
The silence was stifling. All that could be heard was the faint sound of breathing in the air.
Even so, a strange heat began to linger in the floating air.
“… Ah.”
It was Erich who moved first. He tilted his head slightly and bowed. A harsh warmth touched his lips, and a tingling pain. Opening his mouth, the intruder delicately rubbed the flesh before pulling away.
“Kissing is-”
Between the separated lips there was only a narrow gap barely large enough to fit the width of a piece of paper. He could almost feel the breath of Rayan’s words.
“ –Is done with someone you love?”
Erich barely intercepted what he had said. His hot breath drifted between their lips. Erich pressed his lips against his again and then pulled away.
“Then why don’t you take this opportunity to learn how to do it with someone you don’t love?”
“Even if you didn’t want to learn, it couldn’t be helped,” Erich muttered, kissing Rayan again as if to silence his objections. The light kiss from earlier was deep and persistent, as if it were child’s play but the kiss now was so intense that it took Rayan’s breath away and melted his mind.
Rayan gasped for breath.
“Well, you’ll get used to it soon.”
“…”
“Whatever it is.”
Erich’s large hand, which was supporting him, touched Rayan’s body. Soon, the things they were wearing piled up beside the bed.
Haaaa… when will his damn memory come back online? D: Stop treating Rayan that way.
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