Chapter 32
But once the thought of harming Ron came to his mind, he remembered the masked dancer. His gentleness and graceful moves when dancing. He remembered when the Prince protecting his sister from the knife. He remembered the beautiful picture of the half n***d Prince under the moonlight and the unmistakable tightening in his lower area. He couldn't bear to hurt the Prince. It was only after he had finished fixing the injury that he looked at Ron just to find Ron already staring at him. His heart shuddered. Those bright green eyes, that fair smooth skin, those bright red lips... He sharply averted his gaze. He couldn't understand what was happening. The King knew he needed to sort out his thoughts. That night, Ron didn't get an answer to his questions. After the wound was taken care of, Ze
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