Bab 5: Chapter 5. The Empire's Crown Prince

All the citizens, nobles or commoners, know their Crown Prince, Rayshawn Elrod, is a calculative man. He's cold and never makes a judgment based on feelings. Sometimes his actions portray him as the perfect Crown Prince, but at other times, his inability to see the bigger picture for every problem prevents him from making the correct judgment. His icy demeanor matched his piercing, crimson-red eyes, which held a hint of mystery and power.

The fact that he was captivated by Garret, consistently made risky decisions, and failed to consider the future fate of the empire further reinforced his lack of knowledge. Some of the nobles find it disturbing and think it would endanger the empire.

"Ray! Ray!" All eyes in the room, including Rayshawn's, quickly shifted towards the source of the sound, which was coming from behind the closed bedroom door. The door quickly opened, revealing a beautiful and handsome man. "I was afraid you wouldn't make it up! Ray, Ray, Ray!" A young man with a wild mane of long, dirty gray hair dashed towards Rayshawn, crying.

His purple eyes sparkled with an unsettling glint, as if he held a secret that only Rayshawn could unravel. And he knew that the man in question was Garret, the Crown Prince's lover.

'Since he's attractive and charming, it's logical that this moron Ray would develop an undying affection for him,' he thought to himself, staring at the young man in front of him.

Garret was tall for his thin build, but not much taller than the Emperor's wife, who looked up at him in surprise. Rayshawn could see that most of the people inside his room were not fond of Garret, but they were forced to accept him because they often punished whoever made a bad comment about Garret.

Even the Emperor scoffed at him, his wife staring at Garret with an unpleasant gaze, and the rest of them just being silent while trying to hide their displeased expressions. The young, attractive man, adorned with beautiful, silky, long, dirty hair, swiftly approached Rayshawn and embraced him tightly.

With a focused gaze, Rayshawn locked eyes with Garret; his gaze toward Garret was firm and almost flat. Garret's skin was as pale and white as delicate porcelain, and his lips, a soft shade of pink, added a touch of warmth to his airy complexion.

Garret's eyes shimmered like precious gems, glistening in a pool of tears, reflecting a profound beauty that only intensified his handsome visage. His face was noticeably devoid of a beard or mustache, both of which are common features of mature men.

In that exhilarating moment, he could hardly contain himself, feeling an overwhelming urge to embrace Rayshawn with fervent desire. An empire without its handsome and powerful crown prince is not a fun place for him.

"Ha! A twink! This bastard loves a twink!" He scoffed, "I'm straight; in this body, I'm a lesbian, a woman lesbian. And this is a male body, so I'm straight; this guy doesn't make my heart tremble." He muttered under his breath, still taking his time to think, and let Garret hug him.

"Ray!" Rayshawn's irritation grew as he caught sight of the man's face. He could see a smile with an unsettling glint in his purple eyes, now staring at him with a sense of relief.

"Do not get too close," Rayshawn warned sternly.

"Ray?" Garret's heart raced as he abruptly stopped his breathing for a moment, his body trembling with thrills.

He sensed something about Rayshawn—something different. Not the usual passionate Rayshawn who will grant everything he wants or desires; the crown prince who decided to neglect and abandon his legitimate fiancée over him, a son or a poor baron from the countryside.

"I said don't get close to me; let go," Rayshawn said coldly, his voice cutting through the air.

He was surprised for a moment but quickly fixed his demeanor. Garret couldn't help but question, "Ray?" His violet eyes seemed to glow even more brightly, adding to the intrigue of the situation. "You don't mean that, right, Ray?"

There's no way Rayshawn will forget their relationship when he's set to go against anyone who doesn't agree with Garret, even if it's his own parents.

"I mean every word; let go of me and leave, or I'll make you," Rayshawn said once again, his tone firm. Garret saw the man in front of him give a subtle nod to the imperial guard behind the emperor.

"Did you forget about me?" Garret asked in disbelief, a glint of something undecipherable flickering in his eyes.

"I remember who you are and who my parents are, but I don't recall the rest." After a brief pause, Rayshawn resumed speaking, adjusting his tone from formal to informal upon realizing the identity of the man in front of him. "I remember who I am, but nothing else."

"You still remember that I'm your lover, right?" With a sad gaze, Garret fixed his eyes on the Crown Prince, his expression a mix of hope and anxiety.

"I remember our prior connections, although with a lack of recollection about precisely what happened and how I felt in emotional reaction to you. "Well, I strongly suggest that you leave," Rayshawn said again, his tone serious.

The Emperor's expression changed greatly after hearing his eldest son, the Emperor's heir, make his remarks. His eyes gleamed with joy, and a slight yet noticeable smile formed from the contour of his lips.

"Hold on! Rayshawn, please wait! Take a look at me." Garret gently clasped Rayshawn's hand, forcing him to stare at his eyes, maintaining his gaze firm as his shining violet eyes glowed again, this time with more passion.

Rayshawn had an unexplainable feeling when he saw Garret's gleaming eyes, which almost made him shudder. It felt unsettling and uncomfortable. However, the feeling vanished as soon as Garret blinked. "Ray? You don't want me to leave you? Right, Ray?"