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Keeping only the scent that never fades

It still smells as good as in the old days when the wind blows.

Leaving only the past that will never come back.

Hide you in my heart

- Tuberose -

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Prachaya - Peerawat

“The war is over. The wise king brings victory to our country!”

The voices of the noble king's noble friends, the shouts and shouts of the king's name were heard, chasing after the army train until it reached the palace gates.

Except when the wooden cage at the end of the procession passed in front of the crowd, fruits and vegetables were thrown at the only young man in the cage. There were no tears flowing down his face, and there was no sound of sobbing.

There was only resentment in his heart.

Passing through the grand palace gates The sound of a whip hitting the sandy ground, dust swirling around and water falling down your face white.

“Take him down.” Without even turning around, Lord Pirawat was pulled from that wooden cage.

“The person the king from the Rueradi region gave away as a prisoner is a nobleman named Perawat.” The king sipped the sake from his cup in good spirits before giving orders to the nobles.

“Take him to jail. In the morning, take care of the garden behind the palace; in the evening, carry five hundred baht of water. One meal a day is enough.” The nobles raised their hands in salutation before bidding farewell to this king.

“Resolute as always, Prachaya.”

“Topsarakam” strong arms wrapped around her thin waist but her belly was bulging because she was already several months pregnant.

“Brother, do you want something special to eat? I will prepare it for you right now. It's almost dusk already.”

"Stay still for a bit. My child is already complaining of being tired."

“Always exaggerating.” A beautiful hand patted her strong chest before inviting her favorite concubine to the kitchen.

The wise king headed towards the garden and looked at the dozens of prisoners of war toiling according to the orders he had given him. His white skin was smooth and moving diligently. For a split second when Peerawat raised his head to meet his eyes and then looked down at the ground, the handsome king smiled pitifully. These prisoners of war

“Oh! Give it to him quickly, the King is about to take a bath.” The only duty assigned to the new captives was to carry water. Pirawat carried water from the stream to the water reservoir near the king's bathing room, pouring it over and over, but it never seemed to be full.

“Khun Phruek, why isn't the runoff still full?”

“The prisoners are very slow.” The wise king turned to look at the prisoners walking with their backs towards the stream.

“Bring the whip.”

Peerawas was tied and hugged to the trunk of a large tree. The whip struck the middle of his back again and again, tears streaming down his smooth cheeks. There was no sobbing like before. His eyes were filled with pain and hatred for the King, and Prajna had no way of stopping his hand from slamming a whip into the middle of Pirawat's back.

“To be able to withstand the whip shows that you can withstand the hands and feet. Good! I will make you my emotional support.” The king went straight to untying the ropes and placed Ruayrin's body on his back on the ground. Tie a rope around your neck. and dragged him back to the palace

A white hand that had begun to darken from the sun gripped the rope around the back's neck that had been beaten until it was covered in blood and rubbed against the sand and red dirt along the way. The king went around the back of the palace before he was thrown into a dark prison where he could not see day or night.

In the morning the king would go out of the palace. Wander around the country and buy fruit for Topaz. before stopping to gamble as a ritual to make friends

In the evening he returned to the palace. Lulling his wife to sleep, he kissed her round stomach before walking out to the back of the palace.

“I will go back and attack your city again. I will burn your city to the ground!” The sledgehammer stomped on Perawat's side, followed by the whip that struck the arm pinned to the wall. Pirawat bit his mouth, covered in blood, tears flowing again and again. The blood on his back splashed onto the ground before he was repeatedly punched in the eye socket and made to lie on the ground.

No more freedom and comfort.

passed until the birth of the royal son Amidst the shouts of praise, a noble friend of the king walked to the dark prison and dragged the body that was lying sick with fever to lie in wait in the private bedroom of the wise king.

“I will let you raise my child. But if I find out what you are teaching my children that causes my children to rebel or think badly of my children. I will torture you again! Khun Phruek followed the royal doctor to check on his condition.”

Pirawat looked in the large mirror in his son's bedroom. Bruises on his face, whip marks in the middle of his back. Red marks and bruises all over the body Hands rocking a little cradle with a cute, adorable little boy asleep. I turned to look at the corner of the room and saw a garland of needles and jasmine flowers in a small basket. I felt too bored to bear it so I walked over and picked them up and placed them on my lap.

'P'Phi, come learn how to make a garland with me.'

'I am a man. I'd rather study the medical textbook.'

'But the woman has no friends, sir. Just interrupt time for a moment'

A hand picked up a jasmine and inserted it into the needle. Hundreds of beautiful garlands amid tears

I miss my little sister so much. My only sister

It was almost evening. Peeravas tied a knot of thread and placed a garland over the crib, looking at the little child who was waiting to be nurtured and put to sleep. He walked over to the window and looked out over the city in the evening that he had seen for a long time. The orange sun was about to disappear in the distance, tears flowing from her eyes, unable to see her own city.

The king walked quietly into the room. He saw the prisoner of war sitting with his head slumped against the window pane and nonchalantly walking towards his only son. He sniffed at the jasmine wreath above his son's head and sniffed. Look at the basket placed on the chair next to the crib. before walking to find the prisoners of war

Tear stains on the face Arm rests head on window sill

“Peerawat, did you make a garland for my child?” Peerawat opened his eyes and was sleepy. Look at the wreath in the king's hand. Keep your head down, don't speak, just nod.

“You are a man, why do you have the skill to make garlands so neatly?”

“My sister invited me to study as a friend, relying on a teacher to stay in prison, and helping my sister do for the festivities in the region is practice... Phaya.” The first sentence that Pervast responded to the young king.

“I like jasmine.” Peeravas looked up at the cold young king. He sat down across from Peeravas. He happily inhaled the garland, looked at the person who made it, and then turned to look outside the window.

“Three months will see you in a dark prison. What's the matter?" Peerawas remained silent. Don't talk, don't speak, don't take care of each other.

“The Royal Doctor said that you are seriously ill and it will take almost a month before you can recover and be able to care for my child.”

Peeravas closed his eyes, only hearing the voice of the depraved person. Eyelids closed, only tears flowing to extinguish the heat in the eyes.

"I won't spare you any effort, I know that." Peerawat wiped away tears easily. He walked towards the basket of jasmine flowers and put them in the same place before returning to rock the little boy's cradle who was asleep and didn't understand.

“Are you hurt badly?”

“Stop talking to me with false good intentions, sir.” Peerawat covered the child's eyes with a cloth. Walking and stopping in front of the king He bent down and lay on his back on the ground, holding the sole of the king's foot and stepping on it in the middle of his chest.

“Do as you have done. Don't hurt me with that stubborn goodwill.” The wise king looked at the behavior of the captive lying on the ground waiting to be relieved of his feelings. The hand holding his ankle trembled.

“Stomp on me, kick me, torture me, beat me, you can even kill me.” Pirawat cried again, tears falling from the corners of his eyes onto the wooden floor. His eyes looked at the king who looked back with blank eyes. Turning around, he looked under the stool where the king was sitting and saw a hemp rope. He grabbed it in his hand and strangled himself.

“Do me! Strangle me out of your hatred for the King.” The King quickly stopped his crossed hands and pulled the rope with all his strength.

"Stranger me like you used to drag me that day, but don't wish me any good, I'm asking," Peerawat said repeatedly, resisting the young king's strength to stop him from strangling himself until he died.

“I know you don't want me to die quickly, if that's the case then you'll torture me. You can torture my body to the point of death.”

"enough! That's enough!” King Prajna punched him in the stomach, causing Peeravas to bend over. I loosen the rope in my hand. The king hurriedly pulled the rope away, leaving a red and bruised mark around his neck. The king wrapped his arms around his neck with both hands. Do not squeeze, but rub along the wound.

“Don't be bad for me. Hurt me.”

Pirawat woke up on a stool, looked around the room and saw that it was dark and cold with only a candle lit beside him. The same young man who refused to go out. The mighty king was trying to string a jasmine garland next to him. My own son's cradle

“I did something wrong.” Peerawat couldn't bear it, walked in and took the garland needle from his hand, used a short knife to cut the thread and discarded it before tying a new thread and stringing the garland one by one. Go on and on in the sight of the king.

“Why are the garland people sad?” Peerawat stopped, his mind wandering until he accidentally pricked his finger with a needle.

“Does it hurt a lot? I don't know if the needle is clean or not.” The king wrapped his hand around his hand and looked at it. But Perawat withdrew his hand. Placing the wreath pin on the king's lap, he walked out of the room.

“Where have the Pirawat captives been all day? The king has searched everywhere.” Khun Phruek walked closer to Peerawat, looking blankly at this nobleman. A little further on, a man shouted his name, Khao Saesong.

“Follow only me, won't His Royal Highness be angry?”

“She is a prisoner of war like you.” Peerawat turned to look at Khun Phruek and only nodded.

“The king, the princess's father, sent her to give birth to a son for the king, and then he returned to his old country.”

“For what?”

“The king cannot agree to marry a woman he does not love, but for the sake of the family. Therefore, an heir must be born to continue the throne.”

“And where is the princess now?”

“Go back to the province. Since when His Majesty had recovered well,” Pirawat felt sad. That child must be kept away from his mother's breast.

“Go to the king.”

Peerawasha did not comply with the request.

He walked out into the garden that he used to take care of. He was bound for a year before he was arrested and imprisoned in a dark prison. His face was sad and his rough hands gripped the petals of his own flowers. Now it has grown much more than before.

“I think you are torturing me more than I am torturing you. Peerawat" The young captive sat still. not moving I only knew there was another person sitting next to me on the rock.

"I like jasmine. You already know. So what do you like?"

“tube smell”

“For what reason?”

“It was so fragrant, so fragrant that I...couldn't smell my sister's blood again that night.” The king sat motionless, staring at the meaningless look in his eyes.

“Why do you want me to torture you? Other people are asking for my life...”

“Probably because...I'm addicted to pain.” The number of times Peerawat cried could not be counted.

“If I grow tuberose for you, Are you willing to talk to me nicely?”

“It's not related in the slightest.” Peerawat got up and ran away from the king, sitting still and looking behind the captive who walked up the building.

Pirawat wears a garland as usual. The child in the cradle is growing up day by day. On days when the king did not have to attend official duty, he would stay in the same room as Pirawat.

“I don't understand.”

"what?"

“All this time Why are you being nice to me? Or trick each other into dying?” The young king put down the book. He walked over and sat on the floor next to Peerawat's chair until the other person could hardly sit down to follow him.

“You don't have to come down.” The young king hugged the prisoner of war's legs and rested his head on his lap.

“I miss my mother. You are so much like my mother.” Pirawat watched the king shed tears, raised his hand to rub the head of the weak-hearted person, but then realized his own feudalism.

“Mother raised me as a child but was killed by...the king of your city. I miss my mother's kisses. Too much, Pirawat.”

How strong? Can be sensitive too

“For this reason? That's why you hurt me before.” The king nodded.

“The last day I imprisoned you. You were lying on the ground crying, not making a single cry. It was like...Mother was breathing heavily in front of me. There was no crying. There was only pain. At that moment I felt that...I should treat you better.”

“It's just a representative of Mother.” Peerawat gently patted the back of his shoulder and caressed the head of the king who couldn't stop crying.

“It's time to go to bed, dearest Mother King.”

Peerawat walked to the bedroom. Covering the king whose eyes were swollen from crying

"good night"

He was about to get up and leave the room when he was pulled to sit on a bed with the king's figure sitting upright. Faces close together, breathing together Before kissing his red lips, he didn't invade, he didn't dare to swallow, there was only sweetness and a lack of understanding.

“Good night.” Pirawat looked at the king who had backed away slightly, not understanding at all.

“Good morning, Pirawat,” the king whispered into the ear of the man lying on the stool, startled until he had a headache. before quickly turning to look at the calm face of the person who had raised the alarm

“Today I have a great offer for you.” The king walked to the corner of the room and picked up a bag of tuberose flowers and placed them next to Pirawat.

"what?"

“String garlands of tuberose and jasmine flowers alternately in one bunch, making as many as possible. There is a festival at the market this evening and we will distribute garlands to the people there.”

"I'm afraid he'll be disgusted if he finds out what the captive did... even on the first day I arrived here I had fruits and vegetables thrown at me." Pirawat looked at the king, who bent down to kiss the baby's round forehead.

"Don't let him know."

Peerawat sits beside him tying a garland. The king who read the book did not lay down bunch after bunch until the flowers were gone.

“Actually... tuberose flower does not have a very good meaning.”

“I know.”

“And will the people accept it?”

“The tuberose flower... will forever hide the scent of the blood sacrificed for our victory.” Pirawat listened and gripped the garland tightly.

“And the smell of my blood...has it been hidden yet?” Pirawat sniffed the garland that was clenched so tightly that it was a mess. His eyes trembled, tears welling up. The wise king pulled him into an embrace.

“Do you hate me?”

“I hate you, I have hated you since that day in the garden, but I hate the king who sent me more.” Peeravas pinched his strong shoulder without any clothing covering his upper body.

“How much are you hurt? Can you share it with me?”

“No!” Peeravas pushed the king's chest and threw the garland in his hand into the face of the well-wisher.

“I told you not to wish good luck on me! Torture me like a lowly animal.” Peerawat sat down on the wooden floor, raised his hands in worship, begging for another person to harm him again. Instead of caring and hoping well

Pirawat picked up a short knife that was used to cut threads and held it in his hand before stabbing himself in the stomach. Stabbed until blood flowed out into a small river before raising the knife to cut along the arm.

“Torture me like this!!!!” The king of wisdom got up and pulled out his knife before grabbing the unconscious body and hugging it, holding the wound that had not stopped bleeding. before shouting

“Who is outside? Go follow the royal doctor!!!”

“Eighteen wounds in total. The condition is very serious. The original wound on my back has not yet fully healed.” The Royal Doctor gave his verdict and bowed his head before walking away.

"strange"

“How strange is that?” asked Khun Phruek, standing next to the king.

“He stabbed himself. He hurt himself, he didn't accept my good wishes. different from others that I have ever encountered.”

“I think that Your Majesty should stop this temptation.”

“I see fit. Nothing will tempt this captive, so the next day he will be thrown into the same dark prison as before.” The wise king said in a calm voice, walking almost past the door. But a close noble friend first asked something.

“What about these garlands?”

“…Take it and throw it away.”

A gentle breeze blew. Tears flowed.

Only the smell of my heart is left mixed with loneliness.

Love hasn't faded yet. Pinned close to the heart

Still smells sensual and makes you dream.

Peeravas opened his eyes in the dark, how many times had he cried when he stepped on this land? He got up and looked around and found emptiness in the same room. The steering wheel must have been thrown away. A little boy who had been rocking his cradle since he was little. disappeared from the cradle Hear what my heart cries out not to hear.

dark prison

meet

Pirawat walked out of the room. It was almost a quiet night when he sneaked into the king's room. The sound of the young man's chatter and the child's incoherent cries rang out with happiness. Pirawat clung to the door and collapsed in front of the room. Gently rub the wooden door. Then tears flowed as he listened to the pleasant chatter that was so different from his own mind.

“What are you doing?” The king opened the door and the person who was snuggling up to him fell to the ground, not expecting it to look up and meet the eyes of the king who had thought that he would be good too. Before looking down at the ground, he lifted himself up and sat on his knees.

“I miss my son. I want to come see it one last time.”

“The wound really hurts. Come in.” The king backed Peeravas up and walked inside. The young captive clung to the new cot, gently rocking with tears streaming down his cheeks and sang the lullaby he had sung to him. The king crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Peeravas with concern. Available

“You...will send me back to a dark prison.” The king opened his eyes and walked over to snatch Pirawat's upper arm.

“Did you hear that?”

“I heard everything.” Perawat, tears streaming down his face, flapped his arms from his grip. Bowing down at the feet of the king

“Thank you for being kind enough to come out of the dark prison. Thank you for being my friend, even though it was a test.” The king froze, swallowing thickly. He will bend down and pull the person who is prostrating to stand up, but the other person will look up first.

“I heard the nobleman say: You used to bring male captives to sleep with when there were no female captives here... May I perform that duty one last time before returning to the dark prison?” The king looked sweetly at his face. Fine white skin

"You'll get hurt."

“I told you... that I am addicted to pain, King Prachaya.”

Two figures hugged each other and gave a sweet kiss. Smells sensual even though it hurts and calls the names of the people on his body repeatedly. Make the other person satisfied and do it more violently, ferociously, passionately, moaning so sweetly that the king could not hold back the force of his kisses all over the body that looked more charming than any other woman's body.

Hot overnight

Used to be secretly close to your body Snuggling in secret, unable to relax.

Under the shadow of the moonlight, the allure never fades.

Hide it inside Straight to the bottom of my heart Cherish you in it.

The king woke up from sleeping for nearly an hour and looked at the red blotchy man who had turned his back to him, tightening his embrace and kissing until red marks appeared on his back until the other man woke up.

“It's morning...” Peeravas turned to look at the king who was looking at him with affection.

“Finally...I am corrupted. You have succeeded in seducing me, King Prachaya.” Peeravas sat up. Even though it hurt, it was much more painful because of the whip but it was still bearable. Why can't we endure this time?

“Don't think like that.” The king sat up and hugged his waist, leaning on his shoulder.

“Words...I can't believe them anymore.” Peeravas removed the king's hand, bent down and picked up his clothes, and put them on again. He bent down and sat on the ground, bowing down in the sight of the king.

“It's time to put me in a dark prison again, King.” The King could not find any words to break the silence, but he wanted to stay. But again, I couldn't swallow my own saliva.

“I hope...last night was able to satisfy you quite a bit. I tried to satisfy you as much as I could. If there's a mistake..."

“Stop talking.” The king bent down and spooned the captive's body to meet his eyes, but the other man resisted with all his might.

“King Prachaya!” The soldier guarding the dark prison opened the door and entered the bedroom aggressively, walked in and grabbed Pirawat's body.

“This prisoner probably came to beg him not to be thrown in jail like other prisoners, Mr. Prison! Punish this young captive until he dies!

“I told you to stop!!” The prison guard stopped and turned to bow down to receive the king's order.

“You don't have to go close to death. Just locking him up is enough.”

“King, don't forget. That he once said that if any captive came to beg for his life to be spared from the dark prison, he would be tortured to death in front of all the people!” The wise king held his temples.

“But except for this prisoner!”

"You are doing something that will cause you to lose control. I accept you as the king. Once you have spoken, you must not go back on your word." The young king was speechless.

"King...let the soldiers torture me. Between us it will be over for just one night." Pirawat had tears streaming down his face. before being dragged away by the guards

The wise king sat on a throne on the palace balcony and looked at the body of Pirawat tied to a wooden post. The rattan stick and whip were heated and the king's eyes flickered. I want to ban the act because of my royal status. What has been spoken must not be taken back.

Perawat looked down at the ground. Drops of tears fell on this land of hot hell.

“The tears of the captives fell on this land. must be whipped!” came the voice of the rattan guard, and the whip continued to pound on Pirawat's body. At first it was only gentle, but as time went on it began to hit harder. Pirawat gritted his teeth and endured it, not crying out in pain. He looked up and saw the tall king sitting with tears streaming down his face.

“Dare to look at our precious King? There must be more!” A soldier in charge carried a bucket of hot salt water from the furnace. poured it on Peerawat's body, stinging, mixing with the blood that kept flowing Not stopping the cheering from the villagers, it slammed into Pirawat's heart.

“Lastly! According to the customs of our region...the king will be the one to take the life of the evil captive!!!" Peerawat looked up at the guard. Looking towards the king's shadowless chair, there was in front of him the figure of a burly young man he was looking for, holding a sword drenched in unwashed blood.

“I invite the king to take the life of this captive!” The guards withdrew from the king and the captive. Peeravas trembled and looked at the king who had given his heart to him last night, unable to imagine that he would be the one who took his life today.

Tears flowed down the face, sprinkling the dry ground. There was only silence covering the place where hell could not compare to the wise king kneeling in front of Perawat. Reaching out, he touched the captive's face and kissed his soft cheek. No eyes were on them as everyone had their heads down.

“Peerawat”

“King...kill me.”

"...I can't do it."

“You can do it, why can't you?”

“I can't kill the person I love.”

“...It's already too late.” Pirawat just smiled.

“Don't forget to plant some tuberose for me. I leave you to take care of my lovely son... take care of yourself too.” Peerawat wept like a king who was wielding a sharp knife that was held tremblingly to his throat. The young king who had once intended to be tortured was now tortured instead.

tortured alive

“I apologize to Pirawat.”

"I've lost. I really love you." Peerawat bit his lip until it was covered in blood. Breathing heavily because of the intense pain, the king lowered the knife to his side. Kissing down the wound A kiss on the neck before bidding farewell with one last kiss on the lips. They exchanged excitement and fragrance until they were exhausted. But I can't stop these tears.

Two young men are crying

“I already love you. I lost as well.”

Peerawat smiles. The first and last smile from this captive would brand the young king's heart.

forever...

Swing!

“The Pirawat captive is gone! Everyone shouted with joy!!” The captive's head was severed and fell to the side like a sharp knife falling from the king's hand with tears in his eyes. Unable to hold back, the young king embraced the breathless body bound to the wooden pole. In the eyes of hundreds of thousands of villagers

"Peerawat, I'm sorry..."

Keeping only the scent that never fades

It still smells as good as in the old days when the wind blows.

Leaving only the past that will never come back.

Hide you in my heart

From that time on, King Prachaya changed into a quiet person and did not think of fighting against anyone else's country again. A garden that used to grow only jasmine Half of it was removed before the tuberose plant was planted alongside his favorite jasmine. The wise king would water it every day.

Late at night, he would walk to the dark, locked prison after that day and unlock the lock that had begun to rust. Open and close the door and place a lamp on the floor. Next to it was a skeleton whose head had been split open.

"Peerawut...I miss you so much." He kissed the skeleton of his head. He pulled away and hugged the skeleton jealously, tears falling down on the dry bones. It's been like this for almost twenty years.

The tuberose flower The fragrance penetrates deeper than anyone else.

It smells too good to resist. Every time I have to be shaken.

Hundred to collect Chao Malai Hold her in your heart

To keep the fragrance like that

“Father,” came the voice of the only son. A strong, strong young man who was skilled with archery like his father walked up to his side and placed a garland of jasmine and tuberose flowers in his father's hand.

“Khun Phruek said...Father likes jasmine garlands, alternating with tuberose flowers, so I strung them for you. Maybe not as beautiful as the person who loves my father. But I've tried, please. Father, please put it next to the skeleton in the dark prison.” The wise king gave a slight smile. He patted his only son on the shoulder.

“Thank you very much.”

“If I had a younger sister…” the son said.

“I wish my sister Can I get Peeraya's name? I want my little sister to have a combination of my father's name and my father's lover's name.”

"Yes...I got it, Pirawat."

-THE END-