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'General Kim.' The soldier greets him with a fist to his chest. 'This humble one has found the location. The First Prince has been housed at the Lotus Pavillion, situated at the North of the Central Palace.'
Mingyu nods, eyes set on the golden tower which is now adorned with their flag, fluttering like a maiden's hair in the evening wind.
He lets out a smile of accomplishment, nerves enriched by the gratification from fulfilling the unsaid promise to his dearest person, and outsmarting the trained soldiers of the Hwon kingdom by his leadership.
The arduous task of all was gathering commoners who shared their interest in tearing down the monarch which was infamous for its brutality and apathetic approach toward public welfare.
The end goal was an incentive enough.
Though Mingyu would hesitate to acknowledge, the catalyst to drive this mutiny had been the life-changing incident involving the person he cared for like a precious gem, back in time.
He still cares for the person, but the nature of it has morphed and settled to a gentle affection from romantic intentions he initially harboured.
Mingyu in his youth did not harbor any motivation to look outside of his palace dwelling, which vastly contributed to his lack of understanding of the commoners' problems.
Mingyu, after all, was the precious Heir to a major clan assisting the Royal family.
He belonged to the well reputed Gwansang Kim clan, his father a Palace official- the clan's representative Minister in the Emperor's court, overseeing the troops and the resources for ammunition.
Being a gifted warrior and an impeccable strategist, Mingyu's name raised above the candidates eligible for the next Commander-In-General position, and Mingyu's family celebrated the pride they received through their heir with glee.
Mingyu, in his youth, untouched by the marvels of life, first succumbed to the gracious propensities of the Noble Min's daughter, Min Ji Eun.
She was also the head maid of the Empress, often reporting to her about various administrative facilities and serving as her eyes and ears outside of the
She had been the one who first sparked a romantic interest in Kim Mingyu.
Her gentle approach had often belied her sword-sharp intellect, her skill in correspondence, and a calculating mind that foresaw the scheming in the Royal Harem. She was a trusted jewel in the Central Palace, and the Empress had often remarked how she was to be someone's Principal Wife rather than a concubine in the future.
Mingyu aspired to have her as his Principal wife after assuming his General title, and he was certain that no concubines would be required in his household if Ji Eun came to manage his family.
He will be a content man.
His interest instigated him to make small conversations with the woman, lingering by the compounds of the Central Palace until her shift ended.
They spoke of everything under the skies, chatting over tea and wandering the garden to the point it evoked rumours about them.
Mingyu enjoyed the attention the rumours received.
In fact, he aided one of those rumours by openly offering her a green jade hairpin, which he got as a customized order from a high-end shop.
It was during one of such days in the garden that Ji Eun confided to him about the Hidden-away First Prince of Hwon.
"He was the son bore by the First Empress. None is wiser as to how he ended up being ostracized by his own family."
Mingyu, for his whole life serving the Royals, was not made aware of the First Prince that existed in the Palace. He understood why the Crown Prince had never been addressed as the First son of the Royal Emperor.
"Rumors have that, the First Prince had his eye-sight taken by a fever. No one knows the cause of it, but the Emperor saw his existence as a bad omen to his kingdoms, as per the astrologers, and commanded that the First Prince shall always be hidden away from his sight and is forbidden from partaking in any customs, including his right to the throne."
Mingyu hadn't minded that much, aside from how a whole person's existence has been guarded so fervently. If the Emperor finds the person inauspicious, then Mingyu has no qualms about it. His lack of empathy proved that he was still a maturing youth and not at the pinnacle of wisdom. His mind and heart were unanimously set on becoming someone his family is proud of and of course, marrying Min Ji Eun.
His first slap of harsh reality came to him when the Empress suggested that Min Ji Eun become the Principal Wife of the Crown Prince, the Second son.
Emperor Jeon did not refute the idea, since Ji Eun belonged to the Noble Family Min and the reigning Empress hailed from the Min family as well.
When Ji Eun announced the news, Mingyu was aware that she knew of his feelings but decided to pretend that she had no knowledge of it, which was quite devastating. But Mingyu could see that Ji Eun was handling it with grace and kindness, per her usual style. She doesn't want to confront and make it unseemly, which Mingyu perfectly can comprehend.
On the day of the royal wedding, Mingyu couldn't help but feel quite bitter at seeing the couple, Ji Eun especially, who was glowing under the attention and affectionate gaze of the Crown Prince.
In Mingyu's opinion, she got what she deserved.
She was good at heart and her life would do well being the Principal wife of the Crown Prince, and if things stayed the same, Ji Eun would become the next Empress in a decade or so.
On a whim, the prevailing Emperor expired in a matter of days, and to no one's wonder, the Crown Prince took over the throne with fanfare.
Slowly, ladies from various clans began to pour in, acquiring statuses they were eligible for in the Royal Harem. He had wondered at times how Ji Eun felt when sharing her husband with twenty other women. Must be despairing even it is a common custom among the Royals and the Noble families.
When his royal decree arrives, appointing him as the Commander-In-General of the Hwon, he throws a minor celebration banquet for his friends and peers before reporting to the reigning Emperor in his court. Aside from the general training, improving the border protection, and being present for the royal proceedings, there weren't many tasks left for him to tackle, which was quite the opposite of what he was advised to expect.
One day, Mingyu had to dispatch a group of cavalry soldiers to subdue rebels from the west of the Capital.
The task was not entirely complicated. They were merely untrained peasants who were swinging the sickles with no finesse, after all. But when Mingyu accompanied the Emperor in one of the inquiry sessions, he came to know the feeling they bear is the most powerful weapon to exist. As a Commander, Mingyu should have been keeping up with the economy of the Nations, rather than being the cattle head of the Kingdom.
When he gets his hands on the Financial reports, thanks to the concerted efforts from his eyes inside the palace, Mingyu discovers the pitfalls in the governing tactics of the new Emperor and the lack of foresight from the Ministers of the court. When he approached Gwangsang Kim Noble, his father, with the report, the elder had simply hung his head low at the questions, saying that it was pointless to have that discussion with the Emperor since he had become someone who pays no heed to sentiments that do not align with his.
Mingyu, despite the risks, found a way to discretely pass over the message to the Empress about the worrisome state, but her head maid returned to him with a polite smile that the Empress is not bound to the duties of the Royal Court and is only eligible as the manager of the Harem, which incredibly frustrated Mingyu.
His active correspondence and discussions might have ruffled up the Emperor's suspicion because the next thing he knew, the Emperor invited him to transfer his posting to the borders, overseeing the trade transaction with keen eyes. Mingyu sees through the excuses but accepts the decree like he is meant to do so.
The stand-in general unofficially becomes the handler of the troops in his absence.
But Mingyu couldn't bring himself to worry about the loss when the situation of the Nation under his scrutiny garnered pity and heartache from him to a higher magnitude.
As he traveled along the border, he met new people and understood the perception of the rebels. With price inflation and a hike in taxes for essential goods, a commoner's suffering and the anger born out of it is nowhere unreasonable.
When Mingyu admitted the luxury trade goods through the borders with no trade tax and saw the overpayment for goods delivered for meaningless guilty pleasures of the Royals, he tore off the badge stuck to his chest and wrote a formal resignation to the Royal Court, for which he received no formal reply of acknowledgment. He couldn't care anymore about it, save for his family, who are dependent on his income as well. The reservoir they have can get them through for a decade at least, and his father is still a palace official, so Mingyu could afford to work for the people and mediate between them and the capital.
Two years later, while he was conferring with the villagers in the East, one of his trained men arrived on his horse with an encrypted letter, panic written all over his face. But he spoke no word to him, departing as soon as Mingyu's fingers graced the parchment with inquisitiveness.
When he unraveled the message, his eyes popped out in massive astonishment.
The letter came from the Empress's head maid explaining the unfortunate turn of events at the palace.
The Emperor had been pushed to a comatose state after a particular illness, leaving the administration of power to a cousin from his extended family. The Royal Mother had been restrained from leaving her residence, and the harem had been acquired by the Emperor's cousin as well. However, the commoners were not made aware of the drastic changes, keeping them in the shadows until everything came to a sense of stability.
The cousin is waiting for the Emperor to die, to make it brasher.
Mingyu did not know what to do with the information. In no way will this event benefit the economy of the state unless the Cousin has some sense in him to revise the financial budget and policies made by the current Emperor. Though the head maid had not openly aired out any grievances, the fact that the news was made to reach him itself posed the possibility that the Empress is in a perilous position.
Mingyu couldn't wipe off the worry instantly. Ji Eun, after all, was some sort of friend to him.
The jade pin he gave her still exists in her possessions. But still, he had no reason to race to the Palace and help the Empress escape the capital.
Mingyu's correspondence to the Government regarding the dire state of the commoners was met with no reply or acknowledgment, yet again. The people began to lose faith in whatever modicum of diplomacy Mingyu instilled in them. The rich progressed to become richer and the poor men, with no way to survive, died.
Three years later, five years in total after leaving the palace, Mingyu came to a concrete decision they confront the Nobles and air their grievances.
In the middle of the planning, an unexpected guest arrived at their little hideout.
It was the Third Prince of the Hwon, Jeon Hyun Bin.
Mingyu had few opportunities to interact with him, but, as far as his memory serves him, they all were pleasant.
The man often times would sport a serene smile, eyes sharp and words tactile. He is someone who knew how to run the conversations smoothly, and Mingyu had been at the receiving end of such a cordial gesture before.
Hence, as soon as the Third Prince appeared before him, Mingyu couldn't help but feel relieved for unknown reasons.
Unadjacent to that sentiment, he did not come bearing good news.
The Cousin who succeeded was caught committing treachery by the Empress herself, and Ji Eun, as opposed to her code of conduct, entered the Royal Court one afternoon and questioned the Cousin who in turn overturned the accusations with his title and power, and imprisoned the Empress in her own Palace. The Royal Court, submerged in chaos, has now courted the interest of the minor Kingdoms in invading, appearing vulnerable and ready to be overthrown.
'The Empress has a great source of militants by her side. All we need is the support of a few clans and overthrow the distant Cousin before the kingdoms under us take an interest. Getting conquered by the Kingdoms will bear a great shame to the Hwon.' Hyun Bin had said.
Mingyu scrutinized his straightforwardness and found no lurking ill intentions. Hyun Bin has the right to the throne. He still has no idea how the Cousin had come to take the place before Hyun Bin could. Though he was born an illegitimate son, the Empress would prefer him to the recalcitrant Cousin and his tyrannical rule.
Now, with the Empress' support, and the Empress has clans by her side. All they need is a Commander General to lead the front, and they have resorted to soliciting Mingyu's hand. The added advantage for both parties is that Mingyu has earned Ji Eun's trust through their brief friendship.
And Mingyu would be a fool to pass that opportunity.
'His Highness will have a meeting with the village heads. I know that the Crown will be yours after defeating your cousin. But, our help to you is indispensable for that, and we would wish to negotiate before agreeing to form an alliance.' Mingyu said, and as he expected, Hyun Bin acquiesced readily.
'Of Course, I will agree to the terms. I was aware of the economic inflation and to save time, I would rather postpone the meeting with the village heads for a better day. I need your word, and you shall have mine for the moment.'
Mingyu shook his head. 'This negotiation isn't just about us meeting His Highness' requirements, remember? I have been training the villagers for the past three years. They can take on an imperial guard any day. If you wish for their hand, you must make a formal request to their Chief.'
With that, Mingyu walked back to his shelter, very well knowing that Hyun Bin would follow him.
And follow, he did.
The negotiations were mostly one-sided. Hyun Bin nodded his head to almost anything that the Chiefs said.
In haste, the village men could have asked for a day's visit to the Imperial harem Palace and Hyun Bin would have agreed to that too.
Upon reaching a compromise, Hyun Bin requested full force from the villages, supplementing troops from the Kim, Min, Kwon, and Lee clans. The Chois are to stay neutral, and the rest others offered to participate in the civil settlements.
But before Mingyu could bid farewell to Hyun Bin, the man had pulled him aside for a brief conversation.
'I am aware that the negotiations took place a while ago, and if you think of what I am saying right now as one, then we might invite the Chiefs to discuss, although this does not involve them or is in any way related to the outcome of the war.'
Mingyu frowned, 'Your Highness, Speak your mind.'
'The Empress is quite worried about my brother, the First Prince. Due to his disability, he cannot lead a normal life without a modicum of help. Rather than leaving him to the servants, Her Highness would be at peace if the First Prince was in capable hands. With marriage comes security and you will play a significant role in your clan and the court. The First Prince will be lucky to marry into your family.'
The First Prince...
'I-, Your Highness, this is a bit sudden-'
'Please do not refuse, Mingyu. The Empress desperately wants to settle the First Prince and we couldn't find a suitable match amidst the chaos. You would do a huge favor to the Empress by marrying the First Prince. In fact, upon the successful mission, the Empress plans to arrange an elaborate wedding and grant him a title of his own with a manor to his name.' Hyun Bin said, 'And I know, marriage is more about hearts. But with him marrying into your family, you will have the right to procure more spouses in the future. If you were to relegate him of his Principal spouse position in the future, amicably, none would find fault with you.'
Mingyu then, had started to wonder if Hyun Bin is misusing Ji Eun's trust in him, 'Are you trying to clear paths to the throne, Your Highness?'
'Of course not!' Hyun Bin denied it, startled. 'The First Prince, my brother, is visually impaired. He will not be the choice for the throne unless his spouse is of a ruling calibre, but I do not see men and women of such class rushing to marry my brother. Well, some come with intentions to usurp the throne, which is why the Empress is looking for a candidate who will sincerely look after her in-law.'
Mingyu has had his own aspirations about starting a family. He imagined himself to be marrying for love, having kids swarming his house, and his parents being cared for. But Hyun Bin was proposing a dramatic change of plans, and Mingyu did not know how to handle it.
'Your Highness, did the Empress consult the first Prince about it?'
Hyun Bin smiled a little, 'For the First Prince, I am certain he has no preference, and I am assured he would require stability more than anything else.'
'Your Highness, I shall make a decision after the end of our campaign.'
Hyun Bin had appeared a little faltered, but that soon quickly dissolved into a courteous smile.
Two weeks later, under Mingyu's command, the small set of troops set out to the Capital City on all fronts, with strategies for attacking and intra-communication.
More than the fight, Mingyu had anticipated that the travel would wear down the villagers. Hence, two days before the attack, Mingyu had advised the villagers to indulge in some sport or entertainment they could afford near the city before marching to the fort.
The third Prince, for his part, gathered his own men and attacked the Emperor within, weakening the border protection and aiding Mingyu to break into the fort. Mingyu's men had to tackle an incredible amount of trained soldiers, the defense including flying arrows and boulders. Panic had set in his chest when he saw a few of his men giving into the fight, unable to attack anymore. Those were some of his friends with whom he had nurtured affection. But Mingyu trod forward, hellbent on winning the battle so that people could genuinely live the life they deserved. Necessities should never be a privilege to someone.
Mingyu marched to the Royal court, the Palace guards surrendering themselves quietly over the implicit defeat.
To fight the might could bear the inevitable.
Upon his arrival, Mingyu noticed how the Third Prince had already slain his cousin, making sure that Mingyu did not take credit more than he was expected to. It is understandable, in his opinion. He silently bowed, showing his respect as the General of the Army to the new Emperor.
'Ten thousand peace to His Majesty.' Mingyu wished, with a small smile.
'Kim Mingyu, Army General of the Hwon. How befitting.' The third Prince recounts. 'The first order I shall make upon my ascension is to reinstate the reformed rules for the economy of the Nation and to get rid of the people's worry. Will that suffice for the time being?'
Truly overcome by the dedication, Mingyu bows again. 'Thank You, Your Majesty.'
'Now, I shall bestow you with the honour of hoisting the flag of victory upon the Royal Palace's tower, and fetch rightfully what is yours.'
Mingyu frowned. But he nodded, nonetheless. The Third Prince is not asking him a favor anymore.
Legally, the First Prince is his spouse who won by doing a favor to the Emperor.
When one of his hard-trained soldiers comes forward with the whereabouts of the First Prince, Mingyu experiences a tad bit of hesitance.
It is hardly a realization for him that he found men as quite alluring as women.
It has been that he just had not laid his eyes upon any man who attracted his attention. During his time away from the Palace, when his nights had been tormented by the lack of touch, Mingyu had resorted to the bewitching signals from women who were interested in him. It was all a night filled with raw need, and the coming morning, whatever existed would burn out and become ashes.
But his relationship with the First Prince will not be of that kind.
The First Prince will be his Principal Spouse- the first to everything. Technically he will be the manager of his household and will be at the higher hierarchy in case Mingyu was to take more spouses. It is a common practice. The thoughts of such regulations truly apprehend him.
Is he making a mistake? Is this fitting for the First Prince? Ostracized or not, he is a Royal Heir. What if he turns his nose up to Mingyu and disrespects him? Mingyu could not tolerate that.
'May you return. This place is of no importance.' A person clad in a guard uniform stops Mingyu from entering the Lotus Pavilion. He bears no resemblance to men of the Nation, appearance-wise, and his tongue rolls in an unnatural manner.
One of Mingyu's soldiers steps forward. 'Unruly! You are in the presence of the Nation's General, personally appointed by the newly ascended Emperor.'
The guard chuckles mirthlessly, 'My due regards to the General. In any case, the First Prince is ostracized by the line of Emperors for reasons. May the General never tread to the Lotus Pavilion.'
'He is not to be treated so, anymore.' Mingyu breaks his silence. 'Do not impede my path to the First Prince. Move away.'
The guard holds up his defense, 'I refuse to. The First Prince is not available for anyone's attendance. May I ask you to return safely.'
Mingyu's eyebrows perked up, 'Safely? Does this guard imply that my well-being will be compromised by you? How entertaining.'
'I would not suggest so until-'
The doors to the Lotus Pavilion creak open with a loud whirring noise, and the guard, startled by the sound, turns away from Mingyu, 'Prince Jeon, I ask you to stay sheltered. You may be at ease-'
'Junhui, who is here?'
Mingyu feels the world slows down around him, as a slim figure clad in translucent white robes steps out with a thin cane in his hand, tapping around his surroundings to feel what lies ahead, while looking nothing close to being clueless.
The paleness of his skin indicates Mingyu of his prolonged confinement and he couldn't find an ounce of beauty in it. His lush hair, however, reminds him of summer for some reason, and the unfocused, glazed golden orbs are wintery.
Standing before him is the First Prince of the Hwon.
'Pardon this one, Your Highness.' Mingyu bows, stupefied by the sudden tightness in his chest. 'I am Kim Mingyu, the Commander-in-General of the Hwon. As audacious as it sounds, I am required to follow the orders of the Son of Heaven. In that case, I am Honored to ask the hand of the First Prince of Hwon for marriage.'
Silence prevails, with palpable loudness.
Junhui, the guard who thwarted his advance, stares at him with his mouth open, and the First Prince himself appears to be perplexed by the strange turn of events. Mingyu completely understands the behavior. It would be astonishing to receive attention after years and years of seclusion.
'Are you asking? Or is it an order?' The First Prince speaks, a tilt of amusement in his voice.
'His Highness is sage.' Mingyu says, with a restricted grin. 'The Emperor's kindness to you is akin to a downpour on the lush fields.'
'My, my, how shall I repay the heavenly shower, for this barren land has no crop to supply.' The First Prince's satire is not lost on Mingyu, 'The General may find the Emperor's act genuine, but I have gained enough knowledge to understand the intentions behind the moves.'
Mingyu wholeheartedly agrees with the First Prince's viewpoint. He had seen that when the Third Prince appeared before him with the proposal, but something in him irks to argue with the other. Perhaps, it is the way the First Prince challenges his words, pushing his boundaries, while he is being used to obliged with no voice raised against.
'Do you? His Highness has been confined for decades. Walls between you and the world. What did the walls tell His Highness?' Mingyu mocks the First Prince, not fearing that he may be admonished. 'Or is it a habit for His Highness to have a vivid imagination?'
'Hold your tongue!' Junhui bristles forward, ticked by Mingyu's impropriety, but the First Prince merely raises his hand to stop the guard from acting out.
Mingyu narrows his eyes at Junhui but checks himself from instilling a punishment. It is the first day of rejoining his duty, after all.
'I have my eyes and ears- inside and outside of the wall.' The First Prince says, serenely. 'Upon our marriage, as you insist, you will have to bear the additional duty of being my eyes and ears. Can you handle that?'
Mingyu blinks, 'I am to be your husband, not your servant.'
The First Prince chortles at the comment, 'How ignorant. You have no knowledge of the Principles of life partnership, yet you had the gall to question my cognizance in State affairs. General Kim, I truly pity you.'
Mingyu inhales, his temperament turning volatile. 'I am not interested in a debate, Your Highness. You are to be my Principal Spouse by the words of His Majesty. You shall protect your dignity and follow me to my home or I can have you escorted by my men. You shall start making your choice.'
'Aren't you being cruel to the First Prince?' Junhui questions, eyes red with rage. 'Have you no conscience? How can you unwillingly drag someone into a marriage? Jeon Wonwoo has been put through so many ordeals in his life, and I was wishing for him to have a married life with someone who loves him dearly. Not to a strange man who is devoted to the Emperor. Now scram!'
Jeon Wonwoo
Mingyu says in his head, as he squares his shoulder, clearly taking offense. It is not that he takes rejection poorly, but being challenged by these two does something to his brain. It could be the way the First Prince- Wonwoo's, soulless eyes bear a forest fire in them.
How can that be possible?
'Your disobedience to the Emperor can be remarked as treachery. And the cushioned life you have now may be taken away, exiled from the Nation. Where shall you and your Prince survive? In the lands forsaken even by rodents?' Mingyu spits out, 'Or stay married to me and have the obligation satisfied? Trust me when I announce I have no interest in marrying your First Prince either, but I made a promise. A promise to the one who trusts me, and I shall reinforce the trust by making the Prince my husband. Do you have a problem now, err- whomever you are?'
'Wen Junhui, the First Prince's guard and servant.' Junhui says, accompanied by Wonwoo's prevailed silence.
'Not of importance.' Mingyu deadpans, shifting his eyes to Wonwoo. 'My mother, the Lady of my household, will wait for your arrival before dusk. I expect you to be dressed aptly, as my Principal spouse. Your title pertaining to the Royal Family may remain as such only in the name. Your full devotion belongs to the Kim Household, so do not expect me to address you formally as a Prince.'
Wonwoo dryly chuckles at that, like he is in disbelief.
'You are to not bring servants of any kind to my household. I will neither facilitate nor employ them on your account. Your care lies in your own hands.' Mingyu makes a final statement, mildly bowing. 'Expecting your arrival at the earliest, Prince.'
'Kim Mingyu.' Jeon Wonwoo says, voice stiff like iron and sharp like the sword he carries, 'Right now, you are being too cruel to me than the person who took my vision away. You are robbing me of my rights just so you could protect your words.'
Mean words stand at the tip of Mingyu's tongue, but in the end, he shrugs and walks away, his conscience chiding him for being a true puppet of the Emperor and forgetting his morals.
Perhaps, that's how power begins its rule over a man.
Throughout the day, despite his parents and his sister fussing over him, Mingyu irately anticipates the arrival of the First Prince.
As a Royal Heir, Wonwoo's marriage should be a grand affair.
Preferentially, to a Royal Heir or a duke of another clan.
It is a pity that Wonwoo is being let go for obvious reasons. The present Emperor had calculated very well. But he is not sure how he managed to convince Ji Eun about it and play it as if the Empress had put forth the request in the first place. During her reign with the two former Emperors, she had remained idle about affairs related to Wonwoo, but upon Hyun Bin's ascension, there was a sudden relegation in Wonwoo's position.
'Did you really marry, Brother?' Min Ah, his younger sister, asks as they are lounging in the inner living space.
When he left the capital city, she was merely an eight-year-old kid. She still is now a kid, in his eyes. But she will sooner reach a marriageable age, and he would have to send her away, probably to a far place. He promises himself that he will not step out of the city for the foreseeable future.
'Is my little sister aggrieved that I did not consult her about it?' Mingyu fondly asks, flicking her nose which she bats away with faux ruefulness.
'Like my opinion matters in this household. I presumed you fancied your old friend who got married, so I was assuming that you wouldn't find another person to commit to.' Min Ah says, with a pout.
'Times change, does it not?'
'Unsurprisingly,' Min Ah said, 'I just hope that the First Prince finds our manor comfortable.'
'You will tell me if my husband gets snarky towards you, won't you?' Mingyu pats her head, and Min Ah frowns at that question.
'Why would you assume so?'
'Well, he is from a Royal family, treated on a pedestal. People of such caliber tend to be classist.'
'Aren't you developing a prejudice against the man you do not know well?' Min Ah's reasoning fails to move Mingyu's opinion on Wonwoo. 'You told us that he was kept away from the world with no information on him spread around. He must have been living a miserable life. So, even if he fails to behave cordially around us, it is understandable.'
Mingyu casts a side glance at her with a small smile, 'Since when has my little sister grown knowledgeable?'
'I learned from you. I suppose you have met your challenge too, and you will learn a thing or two from it.'
'But my statement still stands.' Mingyu reminds her, 'Prince or not, I shall not allow him to disrespect my family.'
Just as he was done having a conversation with his sister, a carriage followed by four horses reached their manor gates, seeking permission for entry.
Mingyu, hearing the commotion, steps out to the entrance of his house, with his hands folded on his back.
Soon, one of the guards assigned to the gates comes jogging to announce the arrival of the guests, 'Lord, the First Prince's entourage is here.'
Mingyu hums, 'The carriage and the horses are not allowed inside the gates. The guards shall take the side entrance to settle the First Prince's belongings. Any servant of the First Prince is not allowed inside.'
The guard bowed before hurrying to inform the newcomers, and as he expected, the First Prince donning red robes, and adhering to the customs of a newlywed, stepped down from the carriage, and Mingyu subconsciously reached out his hand to help Wonwoo set foot on the manor. Shocked by his own courtesy, Mingyu abruptly withdrew his hand from Wonwoo's hold after getting him down, curling his palm into a fist in embarrassment.
'The Kim Manor welcomes you.' Mingyu said, looking at Wonwoo who had his face angled in the incorrect direction. 'My parents reside in the main house with my sister. Despite having a residence of my own, I do not see the need to stay away from them. So, in that regard, you would stay with them as well. Do you have any questions?'
'I need a helper to carry out my routines.'
'I shall find someone to help you from my manor.' Mingyu assured, knowing he could not expect a person with no vision to know their way around. 'The senior most maid of my manor will be akin to a guardian in all aspects. Perhaps, a conversation with her could help you learn the ways of life outside of your Palace chamber.'
Wonwoo's face stiffens at the remark, 'Are you belittling me for my circumstances and my incapacity?'
Mingyu casts a sharp look at the lingering servants and they all dismiss themselves after giving a formal hurried bow, 'Must you take offense in everything I have to say?'
'Is it your propensity to snark at people whom you have barely met?'
'Only on special occasions.' Mingyu glides to take Wonwoo by his elbow, making quick steps to the main house of the Manor. 'Had you shown me some respect on my visit to your Pavillion, I would have been courteous towards you.'
Mingyu notices that Wonwoo fails to keep up with his steps, but he barely makes any amends for that. If his wits are as sharp as his tongue, then he will have no problem surviving the non-pampering treatment.
Spoiled Prince.
'I do not seek the help of maids from your manor. I need Wen Junhui's assistance. He is well aware of what befits me and what does not.' Wonwoo breathes crisply, and Mingyu spares his newly married spouse a momentary glance. His pure jade skin reflects the orange sunlight of the evening.
Quite a pity, since his personality is undesirable.
'All you have to do is attempt to communicate with my maid to make her understand what you like and dislike. I shall not entertain the presence of another servant or a friend of your own to pervade my residence. Behave like my Principal spouse and be loyal to the Rulers and the Kim Manor.' Mingyu instructs with gritted teeth, squeezing his hold on Wonwoo's elbow just for emphasis.
Wonwoo shrugs away the grasp, rubbing the place with a stable frown between his defined eyebrows. The glare he gives with his eyes is fiery. 'You do not handle me this way. Ever.'
All this happens just on their way to the entrance of the Main house.
'You are not allowed to speak down on me. Do you have no decorum? Would you rather establish your Royal privilege on my premises?' Mingyu hisses as he once again grabs hold of Wonwoo's arm, who vehemently shrugs it off again.
'If you know me well, you wouldn't deem me as someone who thrives in privileges from being a Royal. I was not even considered one in the first place. All I am asking is for the assistance of my preference. Has it always been this cumbersome to earn your sympathy, or is it just with me whom you are arrogant?'
'Jeon Wonwoo!'
'Son.' Mingyu's unwarranted temper ceases at the disappointed look his mother gives him, who stands at the entrance of the house with a crestfallen look.
She slowly ascends down the step with the help of her maid, and Mingyu hangs his head low, knowing how unseemly he showcased his personal life in front of his mother.
'Apologies, mother.' He says, once she is near to them but his mother deigns him with no response.
'You must be the First Prince of the Hwon.' Madam Kim says, with a gentle smile.
Mingyu notices how Wonwoo's stance relaxes, nodding in his mother's direction. He then bows but his mother presses a restrictive palm over his shoulder, overlooking the formalities.
'You can pay me and your father-in-law your respects as the spouse of my son after you take some rest. The journey must have worn you out.' Madam Kim pats Wonwoo's shoulder, 'I have asked for maids to prepare Mingyu's residence away from the main house for your arrival, and if anything is not up to your preference, you may very well order them as per your wish.'
Wonwoo nods, and the maid behind Madam Kim beckons a few of the servant girls from afar to help Wonwoo move to the house. When the First Prince gets out of sight, Madam Kim turns to throw a sharp glare at her son which Mingyu very well deciphers as, "Behave yourself. Do not be unruly."
Mingyu cowers at her imperious stance and walks away as she dismisses him with a wave of her hand.
He truly was not planning on lingering around until Wonwoo settled down. Besides, he has important matters at hand.
Mingyu awkwardly stands alongside the entrance security, as he awaits the Eunuch who went inside the Emperor's study to announce his arrival.
Soon, the man arrives with a humble bow, informing him that the Emperor is eager to meet the Commander-In-General of the Nations.
Mingyu nods firmly, an imperative hand on the hilt of the sword before he reluctantly passes it to security for safekeeping. It is improper to meet the Emperor with ammunition at one's immediate disposal.
'The General greets His Majesty.'
The Emperor looks up from the parchment in his hands, a pleasant smile taking over his face.
'Welcome, General Kim. I was assuming that you would be accommodated with your wedding arrangements. I suppose you are duty-bound even on a day as auspicious as this. Tell me, what has brought you to my presence.' The Emperor inquires him with a serene smile.
'His Majesty is benevolent. I merely wish to know if he had kept the promises I meditated for.' Mingyu speaks boldly, 'I cannot be at ease if the people still face difficulties.'
'Do not fret, General Kim. I am aware of your contribution to my post at hand. I have already sent out edicts to amend the flaws in the economic policies. I have invited trade heads all over the continent to personally announce the changes so that there would not be any occurrence of misunderstandings. You may participate in the meeting and convey the good news to the people yourself, what do you suggest?'
'This General is most pleased.' Mingyu grins, bowing again with a fist over his heart. 'My loyalty is at your feet.'
'I find the extreme humility of subjects off-putting. We were not this formal when I met you for negotiations. Especially when the Empress was your friend of sorts before she claimed her place next to the deceased Second Prince, is it not?'
Mingyu's spine jolts at the casual mention of Ji Eun, wondering if words of his love chase have spread around and have eventually reached Hyun Bin's ears.
He should have kept his courting gestures simple. Now, he can only hope that Ji Eun is not being doubted for her truthfulness to the court. She is a woman a man can only dream of, and her request had been the fuel to Mingyu's motivation to dethrone the Cousin and wed the First Prince.
'Her Highness was serving the Grand Empress then, and we behaved around each other like fellow subjects. Even then, I can recall Her Highness being immensely dutiful towards the Kingdom.'
'Such a great remark.' The Emperor nods, with a knowing smile. 'You do hold Her Highness with highest regards.'
'As she should be, by a subject.'
'Very well.' The Emperor beckons the servant maid, and she comes forward with a teacup, which Mingyu receives with a polite bow. 'Since you are devoted to the Empress, I must insist that you please her by taking care of my brother well.'
For some reason, Mingyu flinches at the mention of devotion. Sure, he regards the Empress highly, but he is not the fool in love to be at her feet.
To have the Emperors changed at breakneck speed must have startled Ji Eun. What if she had bonded deeply with her previous husband? Can she renounce her title to stay true to her heart?
'This servant will follow your command.' Mingyu says.
'And, to remind you, you shall not worry about the First Prince's status being above you. I have made an official decree to exclude him from the list of potential heirs to the throne, with the idea in mind that there is no power imbalance in your relationship. I have made that clear to my brother very well. So he truly belongs to the Kim Manor, through and through.'
For the first time, Mingyu is uneasy and quite suspicious of Hyun Bin's motive. Did he force Ji Eun to arrange this marriage, knowing very well that Mingyu would not refuse her words?
Instead, he wears his well-meaning smile with no effort.
'This servant is grateful.'
Mingyu walks out of the Inner Palace with his mind torn into pieces and scattering in the direction of every possibility.
Did he and the Empress become pawns in the act of Hyun Bin removing Wonwoo from the prospect of getting the throne? He was an ostracized Prince already, so what was the need?
He becomes worried for Ji Eun, wondering if she was forced to play for Hyun Bin. Perhaps, he should have not married the First Prince and prolonged his existence in the palace to see what would have played out. He cannot bear thinking of Wonwoo's life being endangered by it. Sure, the man exudes a silver of temerity, but he has been treated unfairly all along.
'General Kim, Lady Kim has been gathering the presence of neighboring Clan leaders to announce your marriage to the First Prince. There will be a small ceremony in the Manor garden this evening. Her Ladyship had sent out a message ordering your earliest arrival.'
Mingyu sighs loudly, garnering a sympathetic look from his second in command, Lee Jung Chan.
The boy is barely an adult but has outsmarted and outdone several warriors from nations across, and Mingyu couldn't hope for a better candidate as his second man.
'I understand your hesitance, General Kim. Not every marriage is born out of love.' Jung Chan says, 'You probably might have yearned for someone with traits you find desirable, but I can assure you that the First Prince will have qualities that you will come to find appealing.'
'I did not dream of arguing with my spouse constantly. The First Prince and I have done nothing but fight.' Mingyu exasperates, 'Perhaps, I should keep out of his reach. He was not interested in this union either.'
'That approach will not yield a successful marriage.' Jung Chan gently reminds. 'You cannot say a fruit is sour before having the first bite.'
Mingyu merely hums disheartened that he has to pay heed to a youngster for relationship advice.
His casual engagements with others in the past have come as sweet as a gentle breeze. Yet his marriage is not panning out as he expected it to. His previous partners would never protest his requests. But Wonwoo is fighting to take his stand, which, from one point, is quite admirable, but Mingyu's patience is as thin as frost on water.
When they reach his manor, he is astonished by the number of decorations his mother has managed to put together in the short time he took to visit the palace.
Getting down from the horse, Mingyu takes in the redness of the flowers used to decorate the premises, inviting prosperity and fruitfulness to the marriage that somehow comes off to him as a gesture of satire.
'Mingyu, it is good that you arrived early.' Madam Kim makes an appearance from the side, in her Noble attire, befitting the grandness of the evening.' I have extended an invitation on short notice to the Madams of the nearby small clans, so they should be here at dusk. We will have a little tea ceremony, and you can take your husband to your new lodging on the eastern side.'
From afar, Mingyu inhales the wafting scent of roasted beef, boiling rice, and something sweet. Could be candied plums. But instead of invoking his hunger enzymes, it instigates a wave of dread at how the wedding is actually happening.
He was the one who compelled the First Prince to join his household, but here he is, overwhelmed by his own decisions.
'Mother, I do prefer to still live in my old accommodations. That way, you and sister can help the First Prince settle. I doubt the maids will be of much assistance to him, and he appears to me as a person who values familiarity.'
Mingyu's mother frowns at the suggestion, 'Son, should you not stay with your husband until he settles? I will not presume that the Emperor is heartless to call you away shortly after the marriage he arranged for you.'
'You do know that the Capital is getting accustomed to the new Government. Should a breakout arise in the middle, I must be at the Palace to protect the Emperor and the Empress. Besides, the First Prince and I know what the nature of this marriage will be. We will be comrades at best.'
'Well, there is nothing that keeps you from improving the relationship. Son, this is unfair to both of you. Especially to Wonwoo. You married him out of your duty to the Emperor. But, Jeon Wonwoo was ostracized for a fault that wasn't his. Yet he is made to be filial to the Emperor. The least he could get out of this marriage is a supportive husband.' Madam Kim preaches in a soft voice, her eyes displaying her concern. 'If I come to notice that the marriage is not serving the First Prince the happiness he deserves, I shall do my everything to annul your relationship with him.'
In his years of existence, Mingyu had never once seen his mother exuding such a protective demeanor. Even when his sister was in a dire state of health, his mother had been calm and composed, focusing only on what must be done. But now, she seems to have gathered an immense fondness for his husband in a few hours they have come to interact.
'Mother, I should feel something to make this marriage work. Besides, none of us has the power to dissolve a marriage blessed by the Emperor. This is not a matter of clan associations.' Mingyu pointed out, a little peeved by how his mother presented her case for Wonwoo, and not standing by her son. 'The penalty I would face if the Emperor comes to know could be fatal for me and for the clan's reputation.'
'Kim Mingyu, you may be an ardent follower of the Emperor. He is the ruler of all clans. But I am the one and only Madam of the clan you have birthed into. Legally or illegally, I will accomplish my task at hand, so do not question my capability.' His mother warned in a low, stern voice, 'I am sure even the Emperor would want you to work for your marriage. So will you evade that instruction and live the life of an unmarried man? Jeon Wonwoo is your Principal spouse. Your future wives will have to be beneath him. The way you treat your Principal spouse will show how others scale their respect for him. Keep that in mind.'
Before Mingyu could protest further, Madam Kim, with a sweep of her robes, walked away to instruct the maids, and Mingyu grits his teeth at the problem he has landed himself in.
'No wonder the ladies of the town swoon at the sight of you. Red suits you like the shades of orange sun at dawn.' Jung Chan drawls, as he smoothens out the fabric over Mingyu's shoulder. 'Not to mean as an insult, but, unfortunately, your husband couldn't see how well you look.'
Mingyu mirthlessly chuckles at that, not particularly in the mood for celebration.
'Well, you say that Sir Lee, but one must take a look at how the First Prince appears.' A maid who is fitting Mingyu's shoes passes a comment, 'The First Prince looks divine in his marital robes. General Kim must pray for a thousand eyes to take all that the First Prince is.'
'A true match you say, Miss.' Jung Chan kindly smiles at her, and Mingyu rolls his eyes at how his subordinate is not passing up a chance to acquire a partner of his own.
'There is no way to deny that.' The maid sings. Then she adds, as an afterthought. 'Some of the Madams who took a look at the First Prince grew jealous of how it is the Kim Manor's Heir who got the privilege to wed the First Prince.'
'I wouldn't be surprised.' Mingyu finally breaks his silence. 'If the Emperor bestows the title of First Prince to a horse, even the horse will be coveted.'
'Aiyo, disrespecting your spouse in front of us servants isn't a good look.' Jung Chan gripes, 'I wonder what the First Prince even did to garner such a strong reaction from you. From what I have seen, he is polite and regal. No air of elitism lingers by his side. I am sure it is just your poor perception.'
Mingyu's mouth flatlines in displeasure, 'Jung Chan, if I shall require your advice, I will not hesitate to ask. Until then, I order your silence.'
'Abuse of power.' Jung Chan playfully teases and breaks into a small jog when Mingyu lunges at him a tad.
The maids finished tying up his robes and were given the cue to enter the manor garden and carry on with the ceremony.
The dark area is illuminated with oil lamps, more than usual and it begets the shrouded trees and saplings the unnatural glow. The Madams and their children of various clans have come, busy having tea and chatting up, and the music crew from the-
Mingyu's eyes pause on his husband, who is adorned in red from his neck to the toes.
Jeon Wonwoo shines as a lonesome figure in the middle of the socializing crowd, seated on a decorated dias in front of the table and politely smiling at people in their general direction when he senses them approaching.
The title of the First Prince is not just given to him, Mingyu reckons. Wonwoo, with his regal posture and elite mannerisms, seems to have embodied the position as his.
'Mesmerized, are we not?' Mingyu finds his sister appearing beside him, and the War General sheepishly ducks his head away, just in time for the crowd to recognize his presence, and urges him to sit next to his husband.
His sister more or less drags him to the makeshift Dias and he notices how the table is filled with an assortment of dishes for the couple to feast on. Despite a hungry stomach, Mingyu's eyes remain fixated on his unsuspecting husband, who is angling his head from time to time to get a clue about what is happening around him.
As a dutiful husband, he should have helped his husband decipher his environment.
But Mingyu is not at his best to embrace that role yet, and to him, it is perfectly valid.
As soon as he sits, Wonwoo minutely lets their shoulders brush for a second before pulling away completely.
'Sons, on account of the joyous occasion in your lives, and by extension, the Emperor, and the Kim Manor, we ask you both to pour each other tea and feed each other foods that symbolize the elements that constitute a prosperous life.' Madam Kim announces eloquently, 'Min Ah, help your brother-in-law with pouring tea.'
Min Ah sits beside Wonwoo and helps him fetch the cup and pour the hot tea.
The golden liquid swirls with molten honey, and when exchanging cups, Mingyu tastes the electric touches of their fingers, a moment's lapse in his active brain as he sips the tea way too quickly and discretely soothes his burning tongue. Wonwoo on the other hand remains calm, sending thanks every time Min Ah helps him with something.
Mingyu feels utterly at a loss.
Why is he affected by Wonwoo's presence? A husband he never wanted?
Wonwoo's posture is flawless, as he instantly detects the presence of anyone in his vicinity, and Mingyu, to say the least, is quite impressed by the alertness the First Prince possesses.
'I happened to overhear your conversation with your mother.' Wonwoo breaks the silence they were withholding, and Mingyu has to strain his ears to catch the words flowing from the other. 'I do favor residing with your parents and your sister. I would love to have their company. About what Madam Kim advised you about making this marriage successful...let us not worry ourselves regarding it.'
The chattering from around dwindles as the musicians enter to start treating their listeners with their golden skills. The erhu and flute called for the love in the air, and all seemed susceptible to such a great invitation, except for the two souls who could let one another inside.
'Do you not have great aspirations when it comes to your married life?' Mingyu questioned, genuinely curious.
All along, the Prince has exhibited his dislike of him, but he would wish to know regarding how he treats marriage as a whole.
'After I married you, I see no point in dreaming of it.' Comes the stinging reply, 'The Emperor and the Empress are happy and that is what matters to you, is it not?'
'Do not paint me as an ill-mannered and insensitive person. Of course, I care about your well-being!'
His voice must have come out too loud for a polite conversation because his sister turned to cast him a warning look before getting back to spectating the music performance.
'Well, to answer your question, I did not desire to get married. I thought my life would last only within the four walls of my palace chamber. Thanks to you and the Emperor, I am blessed to see the world and bear the title of your Principal spouse, as meaningless as you made it. I do miss my friend in all of this. He has been my only light in the darkest days.' Wonwoo says, carefully guarding his expression. 'If by a stroke of luck, if something good was fated for me, I dreamed and I hoped that my friend too would be a part of it. His loyalty to me was like a guiding light. Unconditional.'
'If your friend requests you to marry a man you have never known for some reason, would you not comply?' Mingyu asked, trying to get his point across.
'That is the best part. He never had, and never will ask me of something that will not beget my happiness.' Wonwoo's fondness for his friend spilled like wine from a cup filled to the brim. 'He had chances to pledge his loyalty to the Emperor and leave me to fend for myself. He was not afraid to get tried for treachery by denying those opportunities.'
Mingyu huffed a laugh out of bitterness, 'If I didn't know better, I would think you are married to him instead of me.'
'Good that you are aware since it is ridiculous to forget one's own action.' Wonwoo gave it back, and Mingyu smirked at the challenge.
'You do possess the fighting spirit, greatly.'
'Did you assume I would be a clueless blind man?' Wonwoo's tone took a sharper turn, blending nicely with the pleasant tune from the erhu.
For some reason, Mingyu's mind hangs on to how deeply Wonwoo's voice runs.
'Blind man, but not clueless.' Mingyu admits, honestly.
'Then why must you be surprised?'
'I am because I have never met a man standing up to me. They know what I am capable of on the battlefield.' Mingyu says, 'Perhaps, the fact that you have never entered a battlefield is what gives you the spirit to rebel against the nature of our arrangement?'
'We shall have you blindfolded and you may duel with me. The last man standing will be the better warrior.' Wonwoo suggests with a small smirk.
Soon, a family comes to bless them with a harmonious life, and Mingyu couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of it.
'You must have been adept to the dark for a better part of your life. Isn't that an unfair advantage to you?' Mingyu asks partially in amusement, as soon as the family leaves.
'Did you not belittle my inability to fight since I do not have an eye-sight? Your hypocrisy is married to your insensitivity.' Wonwoo snides openly.
Mingyu chortles, aiming to grab onto Wonwoo's thin wrist but the elder dodges it gracefully with precision.
'Ah, the cruelty of not having to hold your husband's hand.' Mingyu bemoans without meaning it.
'We both know your dislike for me.'
'The First Prince is not well-acquainted with me to know enough.' Mingyu inches closer, for the sake of it. 'I hope you like men. Even if you do not, there is no chance for you to like anyone else but me.'
For the first time, Mingyu sees Wonwoo's composed demeanor slipping, a hint of being flustered coming to the surface as he poorly tries to conceal the effect Mingyu's words bear.
So, the First Prince likes men. A piece of good news, it is.
Mingyu, however, failed to introspect why it was delightful news to him.
'A marriage annulment is always an option.' Wonwoo says, his cheeks getting warmer.
'Perhaps. But only the Emperor has the power to annul it, and who has a better affiliation with the Emperor between the two of us? Even if you decide to cast away our bond and escape the manor, you still will be the husband of this Commander-In-General Kim.'
Wonwoo remains silent after that, seeing that he cannot win that one.
But Mingyu still held his guard and subconsciously was hoping that Wonwoo really would not choose to run away. It will not bear him a good reputation.
After the festive celebration, the elders nonchalantly urged them to rest in their chamber, only for it to be decorated in red and mild fragrant flowers that intones them to do the opposite.
Wonwoo, the lucky man he is, could not see what was prepared for him. Else, the existing awkwardness would be burgeoning and more burdening than it already was.
'Guide me to the washroom.' Wonwoo says, extending his hand out.
'Since you established your self-sufficiency, why not demonstrate it to the husband of yours?' Mingyu folds his hands atop his chest and expects Wonwoo to fully burst into a fit of anger.
He wants to tear down the composure and the class of the man he is convinced that he despises.
But unlike what the comment of liking men earned him, Wonwoo veils whatever he feels inside, and sets about to roam through the chamber, taking a feel of everything with micro-steps, cautious not to knock anything or touch the fire lamp.
Mingyu watches the moves carefully, part fascinated and part mesmerized by the tranquil demeanor.
When Wonwoo finally catches on to the minor entrance to a narrow corridor, he pushes past the door and finds his way inside. Mingyu knows that the narrow corridor will have Wonwoo make a few more steps before he can reach the actual bathroom. His knees jerk in that direction, his conscience prodding him to help his husband, but he pays no heed to it, knowing that Wonwoo is no frail flower.
Disrobing himself down to his inner clothes, Mingyu shakes off the stress from the day by letting his head roll over the shoulder and takes in the ambiance of the room- candles lighted up to last for a total of three hours, small berries, and a huge jug of wine sitting on the middle table, the bed covered with pale white silk sheets and the red glass beads decorate the windows to bless the couple with virility.
Like any heirs could be produced from their union. Mingyu chuckles at the custom, wondering if people do realize the meaning of what they preach and follow.
Minutes later, Wonwoo steps out of the washroom, donning his inner clothes, which are lavender in color, damp at spots where the skin is still wet from bathing, tendrils of hair sticking to his neck from improper drying and the pink hues gathered at the apple of his cheeks from the temperature of the water he was submerged in.
All in all, he paints a picture of a beautiful man that Mingyu at times had tried hard to invite into his imagination whenever his hands go down to his cock to pleasure himself. He never allows himself to people who are not interested in him, but he imagines, that he would serve to provide Wonwoo with a pleasant time if he is willing.
'Which side of the bed do you prefer?' Wonwoo asks, just a few steps ahead of him.
Mingyu inhales the scent of bath oils on the other and subtly adjusts his pants, the unwelcomed guest causing discomfort.
'Mingyu.'
'Ah- yes! I mean- you can take whichever you prefer- the right side is closer to the window and the left is-'
'On the way out to the door, I figured.' Wonwoo finishes his sentence. 'I will take the left side. You would do me a favor if you could partially close the windows during the night. I am prone to getting cold, easily.'
'I run hot, naturally.' Mingyu counters, with a playful smirk.
For unknown reasons, he finds arguing with Wonwoo, enjoyable.
'Then I can take all the blankets, and you can lay bare. I will have no way of seeing you naked.' Wonwoo cooly supplies, as he moves closer to the left side of the bed, not knowing that is exactly where Mingyu is seated. He accidentally brushes his knuckles over Mingyu's thighs, before taking it back in the speed of light as though the touch burned his skin.
'Would you want-' Mingyu does not know why his voice is pitched higher than usual, 'to lie naked with me.'
'I am immune to hot weather, so why I would lay bare?'
'You know what I am saying has nothing to do with the weather.' Mingyu tries to wear the confidence he usually does in moments like these. He never had a hard time saying what he wanted, except for now.
In front of Wonwoo, he is like an inexperienced virgin all over again.
'What I ever thought about has only to do with the weather.' Wonwoo makes himself comfortable and Mingyu gets up, making way for the other. 'I would not be opposed to you finding another accommodation if our preferences do not fit.'
Mingyu laughs low at the suggestion, 'Are you trying to chase me out of my place?'
Wonwoo faintly smiles at that, before slipping into a flat position on the bed, 'I was convinced you will never find out.'
Mingyu did not expect he would full-blown grin at the audacious remark, 'You are not as bad as I thought you would be. If one day, you ever get your eyesight back, I am going to take you on the field.'
'You can always gouge your eyes out, and have a duel with me.' Wonwoo repeats while yawning. 'Do not disturb me. I am going to sleep.'
Mingyu had so many remarks at the tip of his tongue, but when he watches Wonwoo promptly slipping into slumber, he gets distracted by the peaceful expression the rebellious person wears, wondering what it takes to appease his husband.
Probably silver mountains with perennial summer?
In short, impossible to achieve.