Donate a bungalow Wright decided to add one more episode because he suddenly felt like he wanted to extend the length of the show, haha. I don't know if anyone was waiting or not. If there is, thank you very much.

Actually, Wright wrote this second part a while ago. But open for reading only in the app. Because in the short story category in Dek Dee, you can write only one chapter. That is, Wright doesn't think that he will come back and compose more, either. I'm going to delete the previous chapter and then put it together in the long story category, but I feel disappointed about the number of views (

There aren't many of them, haha.) Therefore, Wright would like permission to open another short story category for this second episode :) And if there's a mistake, If you don't like it in any way, I apologize as always.

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Young sits with the family of the gamelan and the palace servants beside the river that has supported the lives of the people of Ayodhya for so long. Normally there will be boats, big and small, moving about. But this shaft was still and calm until you could clearly see your own reflection on the emerald green water.

The whispers grew louder as a royal barge approached the pier. The beautiful sparkle of the gold and the precious stones that adorned the bow of the ship in the bright sunshine shocked and delighted the citizens who had been waiting to welcome him since the sun had not yet risen above the horizon.

The young man did not pay as much attention to her beauty as the others did because he was too busy interrogating Lady Cham. mother regarding this visitor

Since moving the Census into the Royal Palace with His Majesty's mercy and majesty Mrs. Chaem also had the opportunity to present to His Majesty the King. Often offered service to the Empress Dowager She informed her son that he had the honor of being Prince Man's half-brother. Currently residing at the Small Palace. Mueang Wiset Chai Chan Subdistrict

When you know this The young man couldn't help but lean over and look at him in shame. This made the mother have to pull and pull her to sit down and complain about the huge inappropriateness.

The mother and son's ears were loud and irritating, causing the prince, who was sitting on a teak chair beside his father and mother, to look at them.

The arrogant woman who was named the mother of the gamelan orchestra under royal patronage instantly fell as she met those cold eyes. Only her son would dare to stare intently at her.

The handsome young prince did not say anything but smiled at him. Then he followed the royal family to welcome him.

The two royal brothers embraced each other affectionately and greeted each other like close relatives for a few moments at the waterfront.

The musical group under His Majesty's patronage once again paid their respects as His Majesty passed by.

The young man saw an opportunity to satisfy his curiosity and raised his head faster than anyone else.

This prince from Wiset Chai Chan Province was as handsome as his brother with a tall and slender figure. He had some resemblance to his father. But those unique, sharp eyes must have been inherited from his mother.

The youth could not hear His Majesty's full name very well, but it sounded like Prince Man would like to call His Majesty 'Ong Boon'.

When I was looked back at, I was quite shocked... Young Tali was stunned and his face was pressed against the ground when he realized that he had been caught.

"What's the matter, little brother?"

Prince Makhawantarinchoti asked.

"No."

His small eyes still stared at the curious commoner who was crouching at his feet. before passing by as if nothing had happened

Young raised her body into a squat as usual with a tingling sensation in her calves. I saw the faces of the two princes looking back quickly.

One of them smiled widely. As for the other one, he is calm and unfathomable.

"Last time, Piphat band This time it was a gamelan band. It seems that His Majesty's admiration for the art of music has not faded."

"Where did you get it from?"

Prince Chenthamboritat or Ongbun spoke to his older brother, who was only a few years older, while watching the performance of a song by the royal orchestra of His Majesty the King. To be displayed as a welcome

“This gamelan band was originally in Bang Chang Subdistrict. But wandering around makes a living here. I happened to meet him so I decided to adopt him.”

"What do you think, Ong Boon?"

"It's very sweet."

“I am very interested in that young lady. Who are you, or what?"

His half-brother asked, pointing to the center of the stage.

"Is that the woman from Si Saw Sam Sai?"

"Her name is Yaem. She is the eldest daughter of the band teacher's mother."

The elder prince answered as he raised a glass of water and drank the sweet, cool scent of jasmine flowers.

"Mom, I mean the woman who played the xylophone."

When he heard this, he was surprised.

"Is that so?"

"Phaya, she is truly a beauty with charm and skill."

"It is said that it is strange that his orchestra has a female alto player."

Prince Makhawantarinchoti or Ong Man smiled softly when he realized that his younger brother was thinking the same way he did when he met him for the first time.

"You're wrong, brother. Look carefully."

“This alto player is a man. It's not the woman you think."

His younger brother furrowed his brow together in bewilderment and argued with his older brother in disbelief.

“He is trying to explain to me that the alto player is a man. But does he have a sweet face similar to that of a woman? How is that possible?"

The elder prince did not say anything more than smiled a little as he watched his younger brother suddenly get up from his chair and walk to the front of the stage where the young man was sitting playing the xylophone along with his siblings and friends.

Even if there are tens of thousands of viewers The young man still felt as excited and worried as the young prince. And he still doesn't know when he'll be able to get used to the entertainment in the palace.

Moreover, today another prince came to stare at him again, which made me even more nervous.

“I can't believe it. You really are a man."

The words of Prince Chenthamboritat and his smile of admiration until his narrow eyes were no less distracting.

For how long do we have to meet people like this?

Young stopped his distraction. Because if you accidentally hit the wrong ball Prince Man would definitely be ashamed.

But the youth didn't know that. The eldest prince, who was watching the scene in front of him on the other side, was equally distraught.

"Not that child. Another one on your right."

Boonphong raised his head and shouted while pointing his finger at his friend who was hanging on a large mango tree that was full of fruit. It's a pity that some of the children were not able to eat in time. Left to rot and rot at the end

The youth grabbed a branch of a yellow mango, hoping that the flesh inside would be soft, sweet, and fragrant. Then he released it and let it fall into the hands of Bun Phong, who rushed in to receive it with precision.

“Alright, that's enough. Come on down. As soon as this bastard comes and sees, everyone will be devastated."

“You bastard is just a kid the size of a puppy. What are you afraid of?"

"I don't know yet. During this time, Manri became close to His Majesty and it seemed that His Majesty was fond of him as well. Every time he traveled, I see him following you every time.”

“The other day, P'Yam and I secretly came to pick mangoes from this tree. Then it pushed into the sea and saw it. I went to complain to His Majesty that you and I were thieves. It is a blessing that His Majesty did not punish him. Having said this, the resentment still hasn't disappeared. A ghost child has really been reincarnated."

She sang a long sentence while clenching her teeth and became even more upset when she saw the youth laughing at her.

“You better be careful. He is certain that he will punish you one day.”

"Is this just a matter of secretly picking mangoes to eat?"

The young man asked with a straight face.

"When you survive I must survive as well.” Then he slowly and nimblely climbed down from the top of the tree.

"It's not that matter. You young..."

"The matter of merit is different."

The white face of the young alto player of the Royal Gamelan immediately flashed with suspicion.

"What does the matter of merit have to do with me?"

Boonphong heard this and dropped the rattan basket full of mangoes onto the ground and raised both arms and feet at the hips. His dark eyes shone with anger and a little jealousy.

"Oh, please don't come and make a mistake. I saw the merit staring into your eyes..."

It has not yet been time to clarify. A foreign prince who was being criticized suddenly passed by unexpectedly. Making the two of them kneel in salutation almost immediately.

"What are you two doing?"

Although mentioning two But his eyes, filled with the same interest, were staring at the handsome young man with a timbre.

"Let's pick mangoes. May I please have one?”

"With overwhelming joy, Your Highness"

Boonphong flirts with his mouth and neck, which makes him understand how afraid he is deep down. Just be strong-willed. Bring only smiles and expressions of loyalty into battle.

Prince Chenthamboritat of Mueang Wiset Chaichan picked up a golden-yellow mango and inspected it, alternating it with the ones hanging on the large tree.

"Who climbed up to pick it up?"

The young man looked left and right before answering that it was himself.

“I want that mango. Please climb up and give it to me. As for whatever business you have, hurry and do it."

A young man of twenty-one years old looked at the monk's index pointing to a particular mango on the tree and secretly sighed as if tired. Bunphong noticed this and secretly shoved his elbow gently into the arm before quickly saying goodbye with a large basket of ripe mangoes. Leaving his male friend alone to face the King's son.

"Is your name Young?"

"Phaya."

He moved and smiled a little.

"Youth as the name suggests"

When he looked into his eyes, he immediately felt disturbed. I couldn't help but think that the look of anger was far beyond the fear that one would have as a royal.

The youth didn't respond and instead he quickly climbed up and finished picking the mangoes. Even though I'm not very willing.

"Is it this child or not?"

Young asked as he pointed to the one he thought was the most beautiful and delicious color.

"Yes, that child."

The youth then reached out and grabbed the pole and easily plucked it out and kept it with him.

"Throw it down. I'm waiting to receive it."

"I don't have flowers. It's better for me to bring it down and offer it to you."

“Throw it down, otherwise how will you climb down?”

"But that means insulting the royal majesty."

Young insisted.

"You are very considerate. I don't mind. Come quickly."

The Prince confirmed in a solemn tone. His two hands spread out, waiting to receive the meritorious mango in the hands of the young musician of the royal palace.

Afraid of insulting His Majesty I'm afraid that if I climb and fall, I'll break my neck and die. It's real karma, you young man...

His white hand clung to the tree trunk, feeling dizzy for a long moment before deciding to do as he wished.

But when he pretended to let the mango fall, Out of the corner of his eye he glanced and saw Prince Makhawantarinchoti coming towards him.

The youth didn't know if he was imagining it or not. But His Majesty's countenance changed when he saw himself and Prince Chentham Britat alone together.

Having said that, the young man did not hesitate. He scrambled down from the big tree as nimble as a squirrel until he almost lost his footing. Fortunately, fate has not yet killed him.

But I'm not sure...

“What are you thinking of doing? And why do you dare to talk to my younger brother without knowing such low and high places?”

Although he tried to conceal the anger in his heart so as not to reveal it more than was appropriate. But his voice, which was filled with the power of a higher authority, was very formidable.

"Ma'am, I would like to eat a mango. So Young's father volunteered to climb up and collect it for him..."

"Your Majesty, please don't blame the young father."

The younger prince graciously came forward to accept the matter on his behalf. Even though there was some fear in His Majesty's eyes,

"Then why didn't you tell me? I'll order the cook to prepare it for you."

When he heard him say this, His younger brother turned his face and smiled amiably at the white man who was now ragged and drenched with sweat standing beside him holding a large mango.

After taking turns sending dry smiles back and forth, Young Man heard Ong Man cough lightly as if interrupting.

"After dinner You must go and tell the cook to add ripe mangoes as dessert for Prince Chentham Britat…”

“Did you hear that, young man?”

His voice was strong and strong every time he had to repeat it.

"Phaya."

The young man answered, then stood and listened to the two royals discuss a matter that they did not understand. Until one of them passed away.

But the other one still stood strutting and hugging his chest. His face stretched out in the shade under a large mango.

The youth began to shake the heat and shake the cold. I was afraid that I would be punished instead of Boonphong and Yaem. Because when examining His emotions I don't know who he was angry with before.

“Don't let me see you show off your courage in front of my relatives again. Do you understand?”

The young man from Bang Chang nodded slowly while secretly frowning, dissatisfied at being scolded.

“Then take a look. His body was very dirty. Later, if you want to pick mangoes again, go find a stick and pick them up. Not climbing up like a monkey, like a langur. If you make a mistake, you'll get hurt for nothing."

"Do you understand?"

The youth nodded a second time. Moreover, he secretly sighed to vent his boredom. It made him so confident that he pursed his lips tightly in such an anger-provoking manner.

"Really staying with me? With my little sister, why are you so sweet?"

"Even ants can't resist..."

Even though it was a sarcastic speech But there is also a hint of teasing.

"Him!"

The young man raised his mouth and let out a loud roar like an innocent child and turned his head away angrily. while His Majesty was smiling and trembling. Completely erased the previous image of the solemn Prince. He also picked up a few large red ants from a clump of raven hair, despite the other party's attempts to fend them off.

"Is it fun to bully me or not?"

The young man asked again, his face as sweet as a woman's, bent into a haze.

"Well, I don't like it."

"What don't you like?"

His Majesty turned to look at the questioner who was hammering and falling asleep.

"I don't like it when you're alone with another man like that."

"But the Blessed One is none other than His Majesty."

This young commoner's habit of arguing nonsense has created quite a bit of displeasure for the prince.

"However, it's not me..."

"Do you think you alone have the right to act like one?"

His Majesty bowed back and complained. But when he saw the other man's handsome face, he was smiling with amusement. Therefore it was difficult to keep his face calm.

"Tonight, meet me in the bedroom behind the bathtub as usual."

The noble prince spoke in a relaxed tone as his cute smile washed away the resentment in his heart.

Although disobeying His Majesty's orders would be an extremely inappropriate action. But the youth inevitably chose to refuse.

"Your Majesty, until now I have not had any new songs to sing to you. Therefore, please give me a little more grace."

The pleading voice of the Royal Palace alto player ended. The patroness smiled comfortingly and lovingly stroked the sweat-soaked hair.

"Actually... The way I called you to play music every night I didn't pay much attention to listening."

When he finished speaking, His Majesty leaned his face closer to his sweet, tender face. Until his warm breath touched his bright red cheeks.

"I'm only interested in you, young one."

His voice was as gentle as the cool, refreshing breeze that suddenly blew past. It did not just blow away dust or dry leaves on the ground…

...Because even the trembling little heart of the youth was fluttered as well...

The young man sat in front of a mirror in his room, which was a brand new wooden house that still had a faint new smell. His eyes looked long at the moon outside the window that was shining brightly, competing with hundreds of stars in the night. But its light was not bright enough. Young had to rely on the light from a large lantern as additional strength.

The young woman cleaned her face and skin meticulously and dressed in clean clothes like every time Prince Makhawan Tarinchote ordered an audience.

But this time, there were no musical instruments accompanying him. The young man felt unusually light-headed as he walked with a lantern in the cool, humid air, easily passing the guard station guarding the royal palace.

Young still remembers the first time he entered this private palace well. He carried a large and heavy crocodile and walked around the palace grounds for two long periods before he was found. Until Ong Man even joked that if he came later than this, he would really be sleepy without having to play a lullaby.

The royal bedroom, lit by the soft yellow light of the lantern and the flame of the scented candle, was empty. The young man sat down tensely on the wooden floor and looked around. In front of him was a large royal bed with a silk cloth stretched smoothly. indicating that His Majesty had not yet come to stay. Nearby was an altar table and a cabinet for storing His personal belongings, all of which were beautifully patterned.

"Come straight to the shaft like usual."

The youth was slightly startled. All the thoughts in my head disappeared when I saw Prince Makhawantarinchoti crossing the threshold.

His Highness sat on his bed, wearing a dark colored sarong. His upper body was naked as if he had just finished bathing. Ready to look carefully at the people who were paying respect at His Majesty's feet.

"Is this the shirt I bought for you?"

The youth nodded, "Paya."

"Hmm... suits you well."

"That you called me here tonight. What service do you want me to offer?”

His Highness smiled as he helped the soft white man to sit next to his body.

"I have a question I'd like to ask you to make sure."

"What kind of question?"

This time, the youth lowered his eyes and looked down. not daring to look deeply into His Majesty's eyes like usual A certain embarrassment quietly arose in my heart every time I was close to this glorious Prince.

"Do you love me at all?"

“Why does Your Majesty ask me this?”

The monk's questioning made the youth's heart hang high and cause a shiver throughout his chest as he lifted his beautiful chin to look at him directly.

"Because I want to know whether I should continue or surrender."

His Majesty made a significant introduction.

“This thing is really difficult to understand. momentarily sweet I'm confused for a moment."

"For a moment, you'll act like a baboon like you did during the day."

The other party heard this and slammed it, causing their eyes to turn green. He also turned his face away and moaned with the wind and sky.

"Did you see that? When have I ever said something wrong?"

“I just hope that what I've been moaning about all along is that you love me too. I understood correctly.”

"And you, are you going to let me love you alone?"

A thick hand reached out, intending to lift his chin one more time. But the young man turned and looked first. and saw him smiling widely

Since the first time that Bunphawasana sent from Bang Chang to meet the Prince at this Ayothaya capital. The young man always asked himself how long he would have to fall in love with His smile.

“He already knows the answer. Why do you ask me again?”

“Well, I've never heard you say that before. I'm afraid you wouldn't call it love.”

He responded with an expression of pleading and complaint.

"Then what should I say..."

"Is the word love in His Majesty's language the same as what ordinary people like me use..."

His hand running through his black hair all the way down to his soft cheek made the young man's heart beat fast.

"I love that."

"There are no other words..."

The young man suddenly felt that every drop of blood in his body was flowing together, causing his face to become hot. Within those beautiful eyes, he reflected an image of himself smiling shyly after being clearly guided by His Majesty.

The pure scent, similar to the Mok flower, wafted from the neck of the swan's neck and touched his nose, prompting the Prince to move his body closer. Two thick hands that had once touched weapons This was now replaced by unbuttoning his shirt and caressing the smooth white chest of the person he loved.

His Royal Highness kissed his broad shoulders and neck that smelled of Mok flowers. Skipping over to the round eyes that were slumbering under the soft touch and ending with a forehead white and hot, tingling with affection.

"How much are you willing to give me?"

His thin lips did not move away from his goal. Just waiting for the other party to say sweet words.

The young man opened his eyes slowly, saw a smile in his eyes that had a faint scent of desire, and said, "As much as he pleases."

"Then tell me you love me for once."

He wanted to request Until he saw a small smile appear on his beautiful face.

"I love you for sure."

The youth's voice came out softly. But for the Prince It reverberated throughout the royal bedroom.

The swan's neck was gathered to snuggle tightly. Before his pink lips were filled with the sweet scent of his mouth and his soul. She was so swayed that she almost wanted to stop her desires right here.

The Prince of Ayodhya withdrew from the kiss and looked with satisfaction at the beautiful face of his lover, a commoner. Then he whispered softly into his ear.

"This strong person only loves when he's young..."