Chittaphon slouched in his throne, his eyes lazily following the gleam of the ornamental knife he was spinning delicately between his fingers.

Thirty minutes. Thirty minutes had already passed since he'd called two of his attendants and ordered them to go out and find him something that would entertain him on this boring and uneventful Sunday afternoon.

It wouldn't do his attendants any good if they made him wait any longer. Chittaphon smirked at the thought, catching the sharp blade between his thumb and forefinger. He flicked the golden hilted knife into the air, admiring how the navy blue and red pattern that wove around the hilt seemed to fuse and merge with the gleaming gold as it spun through the air.

The sound of movement at the end of the room caught his attention and he skillfully snatched the knife out of air and flung it in the direction of two heavy wooden doors. Just at that moment, one of his attendants pushed open the door to the right, jumping back in shock when the golden knife went sailing past his face to embed itself in the wooden door. His face paled and Chittaphon could see the sweat bead at his temples from his perch at the opposite end of the vast room and spoke up.

"I hope for your sake that you found me something delightfully interesting, boy." He stated cooly.

He smirked again as his voice echoed ominously throughout the room, causing the attendant to shrink back against the door. Chittaphon stared down the young attendant, knowing his piercing gaze was powerful enough to subdue and bring a fieresome warlord to his knees, let alone a passive and timid boy such as the attendant.

The young boy broke out into a cold sweat and was unable to speak or look away from his master. His body began to shake under the intense gaze of the handsome royal.

"Speak!" Chittaphon ordered.

At that, a set of hands pushed the young attendant from behind, making him stumble further into the room. He glanced behind him and Chittaphon noticed the second attendant walk through the doorway to stand next to the terrified boy. This attendant stood tall, almost proudly in his master's presence; a look of confidence on his youthful face.

"We have brought you something that will surely entertain and intrigue you, Your Majesty." He announced, bowing deeply.

Entertaining and intriguing hmm? Chittaphon drew forward, resting his elbow on his knee and his chin on his hand, now interested to see what his attendants had brought him.

"Very well, let me see what you found for me." He said, inviting them to come closer.

The timid attendant looked nervously to the proud attendant as he stepped out of the room, soon returning with a young man, pushing him ahead of him and into the center of the room.

Chittaphon leaned forward, his eyes locking onto the young man. He immediately noticed the delicate beauty of the man; tall and slim, broad shouldered, high cheekbones, smooth pale skin, a narrow yet strong jawline, and large and shockingly blue eyes.

Those bright, icy blue eyes stared straight at Chittaphon as the young man was shoved closer to the royal's throne. He wore the simple attire of a common citizen, a store owner by the looks of it, yet Chittaphon could tell this man was no 'common' citizen.

As the attendants and the young man stopped in front of Chittaphon's throne, the proud one spoke, "State your name to His Majesty!"

The young man's supple pink lips parted and he took a nervous swallow before speaking, "L-Lee Taeyong, Y-Your Majesty."

A satisfied smile perked up the corners of Chittaphon's lips at hearing the young man's sweet, melodic voice. His attendants had done well after all.

Chittaphon settled his hands on his throne's velvet armrests and sunk his fingers into the soft red velvet.

"Very good. Attendants you may leave us. Go to the kitchens and ask for a reward on my request; both of you have done well." He said.

Both attendants bowed deeply before scurrying out of the room, silently shutting the heavy doors behind them. As silence fell through the vast room, Chittaphon watched the young man.

He stood bewildered, his bright eyes darting around the room, taking in all the magnificent splendor that was Chittaphon's throne room. Gold statues of noble familial figures, beautifully coloured ceramic vases the size of a fully grown man, and large ornate wall scrolls depicting battles won by his own sword decorated the room, representing the wealth of his talent and power as the almighty ruler.

How fortunate, how lucky this man - Lee Taeyong - was to have been hand-picked from the masses to be in his presence, thought Chittaphon.

"Lee Taeyong, come closer." Chittaphon ordered, keeping his tone low and gentle. He had no intention of scaring the young man off.

Taeyong cautiously stepped forward until his bare feet hit the base of Chittaphon's throne. His eyes shot up to Chittaphon's, wide with fear and uncertainty. He was clearly intuitive enough to understand the power Chittaphon held, and the royal smiled warmly at him, extending a hand out to him.

"It's all right, come here." He said.

Taeyong took a tentative step onto the throne's carpeted wooden base and slowly raised his arm, intending the take Chittaphon's hand but still cautious. However, as soon as the beautiful young man was within his reach, Chittaphon grabbed onto his arm and yanked him forward.

Taeyong stumbled in surprise and let out a small cry that sounded like music to Chittaphon's ears. He wanted to know what other sweet sounds this young man could emit from his pretty lips, but more importantly, he desired to know how they tasted.

As Taeyong fell into his lap, Chittaphon held his face and kissed him. Soft and warm, those lips easily parted under his and Chittaphon ran his tongue along a smooth set of teeth before seeking out the other's tongue. Taeyong squirmed in his lap while he ran his hands over his body, eager to explore every inch of what would now be his and his alone.

Chittaphon drew back from their kiss and gazed in satisfaction as taeyong stared wide-eyed back at him, panting and his cheeks flushed the same rouge tone his lips were now.

He held the young man's chin between his fingers and combed his other hand through his silky black hair as he spoke, "You are mine now, Lee Taeyong, do you understand?"

The blue-eyed beauty caught his breath and then spoke in his smooth voice that Chittaphon knew he would never grow bored of, "Yes, Your Majesty."

A/N: anyone want a part two to this?? 🤔