Chapter 30

He quietly slipped into the Prince's room and closed the door. The sight that greeted him was breathtaking and it had him frozen in place...

Prince Ron had woken up at some part of the night due to the pain in his arm and he couldn't go back to sleep so he decided to take a bath. The little Prince knew he most likely wouldn't find a servant to get him some hot water so he troubled his bodyguard, Leo, who's room was opposite Ron's.

It was at times like this that Leo desperately wanted to quit his job. He had turned into a personal maid! Since when did an esteemed bodyguard of his calibre run to the kitchen to heat water for the Prince? This was completely degrading!

Mind you, these all happened while the King was still searching.

And so, the big gruff bodyguard was forced to get hot water for the little Prince. Ron was delighted and promised Leo a raise. He also gave a heartfelt speech, stating his undying love and respect for Leo and also declaring them as best friends for life. After making his speech, he finally let his bodyguard go back to bed then went to take his bath.

It was quite difficult considering the injured arm wrapped in bandages but he managed to let not a single drop of water on it which made him feel quite proud of himself.

After taking his bath, he wrapped himself in white fluffy sheets then made his way back to bed.

Not caring to put on any clothes, the prince sprawled his body which was still wrapped in the white sheets, on the soft mattress and stretched his snow white smooth limbs, making the white sheets shift down to his waist. The chilly air brushed against his skin, making the two dusky rose coloured nubs on his chest slightly contrast and his damp russet curls stuck to his forehead, framing his baby like face. His emerald coloured eyes were sparkling with joy and contentment. To top it all, the moonlight bathed the prince in its silvery rays, making him look like some ethereal seductive creature.

This was the sight that met the King the second he entered the room. He felt his throat go dry. HEe wondered; 'Since when was Prince Ron so attractive?'

Unaware of the audience, Prince Ron continued to stretch his limbs, except the injured one, until he heard satisfying cracks. Then he proceeded to lay on his stomach letting out a soft sigh like a lazy cat. The sound had the King's heart beating faster.

Prince Ron unknowingly gave his beloved a good view of his smooth unblemished back together, slender waist, with a peek, a really tiny peek of what should be his white round plump buttom. Zedekiel had never noticed that the Prince had a generous backside. He couldn't stop himself from feeding his eyes. The Prince was just too enchanting. Like some small angel. Shockingly, he could feel something stirring down there...

Prince Ron, who was busy conjuring more plans on how to get Zedekiel to fall for him suddenly felt something was wrong. Like someone was watching him. The hair on the back of his neck rose up as fear creeped into his heart, making it pound. Could someone be here to kill him? But he didn't feel any murderous intent and he didn't sense anyone. If he did, he wouldn't have let his guard down so much. He began to panic. Could it be that maniac at the feast? Did he escape from the dungeon?

He noticed something from the corner of his eye and quickly sat up, just to find his silver haired hero standing stiff by the door. Ron let out a sigh of relief but was confused. Huh? What was the King doing in his room? Was this really the King or was he hallucinating? Did he want to see the King that much that he was imagining him in the room?

He decided to test it. "Uh...Your Majesty?..." he said tentatively. His voice was soft and sweet. Zedekiel heard as if Ron was beckoning him over and he started to move closer, as if he was being pulled by a string.

Ron got scared. Could an imagination be so real? Or was he dreaming? The King didn't like him so he would never come to his bedroom. The only explanation was that he was really dreaming. He must have fallen asleep when he laid down just now and started to dream about his beloved!

Only our little prince could believe such a thing.

Thinking he was definitely dreaming, Ron smiled, knowing he could do whatever he wanted to do to his beloved. His cheeks warmed at the thought of all the adult activities they could engage in.

He watched as Zedekiel strode over and stood before him. He was still dressed in the black robes he wore for the feast which made the prince quite disappointed. Isn't this his own dream? He closed his eyes and imagined the King shirtless but when he opened his eyes, the King was still the same.

Prince Ron huffed. So there are some things one can't change even in their dreams. What a ripoff! Who made people dream anyway? He wanted a full refund!

Ron noticed that the sheets weren't covering his upper body and the heated gaze the King pinned on him had him feeling shy. Turning a dark shade of pink, Ron covered his body with shaky hands and ducked his head, avoiding the King's stare.

'Ahhhhh this is my dream damn it! My dream! Why do I feel so hot? What am I being so shy for? I should... I should take the initiative! Be a man Ron! Be a man!'

After his mini pep talk, he raised his head to speak but he suddenly felt a cold hand on his neck. Ron froze. Wasn't it his own dream? Shouldn't things happen as per his wishes? Wasn't he the master of his own dreamland? Why weren't any of the things he wanted happening then?

Zedekiel's fingers coiled gently around his neck, like it was something fragile and he was afraid to break it. His palm was cold but refreshing for Ron's overheating skin. Ron couldn't help but lean into it. His heart was pounding fiercely and he was so nervous.

"Your Majesty..." he whispered, raising his head to gaze into the King's gleaming violet eyes. Their faces were only a hair's breath apart. One movement from either person and their lips would meet.

Ron felt that the King had taken the initiative up to this point so he would do the rest. But before he could lean in, the King buried his face in Ron's neck and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, Ron found himself unable to breathe. He was being choked!