You stood beside your father the emperor, with quivering hands as you tried your hardest to calm yourself down while the guests from Kurkan entered the banquet hall. The gigolo you secretly spent a night in brothel with full on purpose to tarnish your reputation, now standing in front of you as…..the king of Kurkans. Just by a sharp glance thrown towards your direction with those dashing golden eyes, your knees went weak

you held out your hand gingerly, which he took, leaning down peck on the back of your hand before his tongue glided subtly on your finger, landing another peck yet again. A shiver ran down your spine as memories flooded back in your mind…

what do you do?