It was later in the evening before anything truly interesting happened. For the most part we spent our day in Yasu's chambers getting to know each other. When asked he said that his hobby was reading and writing, it was very admirable of him. I told him that I enjoyed moving so I practiced the art of sword play, but I also made custom oils when I needed to relax. He found that most interesting. I had also told him how my mother died during the war that was almost 20 years ago, which left me to become a dancer at the tender age of 7.
The one thing we tip toed around was his mother and father. We talked about how close he was to his younger brother, but never about his relationship with his mother or father. As curious as I was I didn't want to damage our new found relationship. Our new, 'uncivilized', relationship... I was incredibly happy that he wanted to be with me. Though I didn't know why, we knew nothing of each other so it was almost blind. My reasoning was that the Gods wanted us to be together and I was fine with that. I loved him too much to question anything. That didn't mean society wouldn't though.
That evening Yasu wanted to show me around the grounds. We mainly walked the gardens, which were peaceful and beautiful but seemed eerily sad. When I asked him why he shrugged and said that it was his mother's gardens from before she died. It was Yasu who took care of them. In the light of the twin silver moons my Prince looked angelic and sweet, like he belonged in the pure garden.
When we walked back into the palace his majesty was standing there. His arms were crossed, looking more pissed off than a cat dipped in water. At the time, when I knew nothing, the man scared me.
"What were you doing?" The man growled, sneering at his son. Yasu straightened his posture and glared at his Father. "You did not just bring that whore into your mother's gardens, did you?"
Yasu glared at the older man. "He's not just a Dancer; he's my personal guard and my friend. I can show him around the yards if I want. But thank you for your concern towards my Mother's hard work and care, your Majesty."
The king was about to say something when Yasu took my hand and we strode off without looking back. His grip was tight and I could tell he was angry and nervous. We didn't utter a word and we walked as fast as we could back to his quarters.
Once we were back in the place he called home he slammed the door shut and fell to the floor, huffing.
"My Prince, are you alright?" I crouched to his level and lifted his head so that I could look him in the eyes. His chocolate brown eyes were watery and his face was flushed. A tear fell down the curve of his cheek and I brushed it off with my thumb. "Please tell me what that was about?"
We sat there like that for a few moments, my blond hair coiled on the ground and his face in my hands. It was almost as if every emotion he felt I could feel and my heart was crushed. Something had happened to my Prince that no person should have ever gone through. Yasu finally nodded and patted my lap.
"I'll be fine," he said as he started to get up. I pulled him back down.
"I don't think you will be. You need to talk to me Yasu, I can't protect someone if I know nothing about them," I whispered into his ear. I was pleased that he trusted me enough to tell his father that I was his guard, but I wasn't about to protect him without any knowledge of what was happening. I brushed his hair behind his ear and kissed his neck. "I want to protect you." He looked at me with pure, expecting eyes. But they were also worn due to sadness.
"My mother died unexpectedly when I was 10. It was a huge shock for my brother and I had a hard time coming to terms with it." I nodded I remembered that day well. The country was in shambles grieving over their Queen. "I was watering my mother's garden when I heard my father talking to someone, I couldn't see his face, and they were talking about her. 'How did she go?' 'Fast and easy...'" he shuddered. "I remember all too well. My father had killed my mother. That was the day that I resented my father. I knew he never really liked me, he treated my differently from Kayden. He always liked Kayden more and I never understood why until I confronted him."
"What happened?" I coaxed.
"Apparently I'm a bastard. My mother was a Dancer before she married the King. My father was probably some fisherman who came to town for a good time. He said that as soon as Kayden was born he was going to disown me, but because the country already saw me as the crown prince and the face of the palace he couldn't do anything to me. Then the war happened."
"The one against the Vampires..."
"We won that war, but it was about three months after it did my mother come down with a fever. The public didn't know about it, the King kept it hidden, but he also started to gather his harem." He took a deep, shuddering breath. "Two months after she died. Her last words were to me and not Kayden. 'I love you, my Sunshine.'" I could feel him shaking under my arms, he was crying now.
"Those frames you saw covered? Those are paintings of my mother. The King had them covered when she died. He said it was bad enough that I looked like her, he didn't need another constant reminder."
I felt my anger for this man rise in just a short few minutes. I wanted to tear his head off the shoulders it sat on.
"And so he's been treating you as crap? Like you don't matter? You are the Crown Prince and he lets you live in this room? You deserve more than this!" I was on the verge of yelling. My anger was lashing out and I was having a hard time controlling it.
"All I need is for someone to show me unconditional love, Shin. That's I why I have you. You are my last hope." I was prepared for that, though it was still a lot of pressure. Yasu needed a shoulder to lean on and I was going to be that shoulder. No matter how hard it was for me or him, I would be there for him.
I warped my arms around his waist and brought his back flush with my stomach and kissed his cheek. I licked his tears way from his smooth face and kissed his cheek.
"I will take care of you, Yasu." I pulled his hair back and kissed the back of his neck. He shivered. "I promise that not a hair on your body will be harmed. I promise that I will love you like no other being on this world." I lifted him and turned him around so we could see face to face. His face was flushed, either from lust or from his tears, and his eyes were glassy. I put my hand on his shoulders and brought him closer to me by turning him so we were facing each other.
Our lips gently brushed against each other. His eyes slowly closed and he sighed into the kiss. His body started to relax and he brought his arms around my neck. I let my tongue snake out and trace his lips; he opened them and let my muscle explore his mouth. This time our kiss was long and relaxed, slowly arousing opposed to the last time were he had to go fast and furious. I nibbled on his bottom lip and pulled on it. I could feel his cock rub against my own, Yasu moaned and did it again, sending us both into quivers of pleasure.
Soon we were grinding against each other, moaning each other's names. His hands were on my shoulders and my hands were on his waist.
