" Long live to the king. Long live to the king! "Shouted the council members, prostrating themselves. Ravi looked at all his people. He did not know any of them. He had grown up elsewhere. His father, the king wanted his child to have the best education, both at the political level and at the war knowledge. Ravi had left the palace from his childhood and had been entrusted to a man who taught him everything. They had lived in a city known for the number of its scientists and the quality of the fighters it provided. Ravi had learned everything. He knew how to wield the sword and defeat his opponents. He understood the power game played by the kings who ruled the world in which he lived. He had grown up without family, without love, yet he knew the reason. His father wanted a brave, merciless son who would not hesitate to govern their territory, who would not hesitate to wage war to protect their property. Ravi understood all this, but he felt no attachment to this land of which he was king. Why did he have to fight for people he did not know? He would have liked to see his father and learn by his side, perhaps he would understand his father's reasons. Perhaps he would know why he should become king and why he should protect this people. No, he felt more attached to this city that had seen him grow up. He wanted to be a gunman. He wanted to fight for just causes and become, someday, general or commander of the armies. Yet, a letter had arrived. The king was dead. This man, his father, the man whose face he no longer remembered, was dead. He had nothing left. Nothing that tied him to his country. Yet people expected a sacrifice from him. His country needed a king and his people were waiting for his return. Ravi did not want this charge. He did not want to become a king of people he did not know. His mentor had done everything to convince him to return and claim his throne. What decided him was the arrival of a mysterious letter. The letter insinuated that his father had not died in a natural way. He had been killed. He had been poisoned. The only person on earth who remained to him, was dead murdered. Ravi could not tolerate that. He wanted revenge.

Ravi watched the people bow down to Hakyeon and cheer him on as their king. He alone knew the truth. He, Hakyeon, his mentor as well as a trusted man of his father. Ravi wanted revenge, and for that he had to find the culprit. As a king, he was afraid that people would hide their true faces for fear of being killed. But, as a citizen, he was nobody and he could investigate without arousing suspicion. So he had hired a potiche. A person responsible for posing as the king. A false king. He needed someone to trust. A man who would not betray him. His mentor had introduced him to a dark-skin man with brown hair and big brown eyes. This man looked like a doll. The first time Ravi saw him, he was amazed and impressed. The man was handsome and looked like a king. He had long hair as was the custom. Theses gestures were delicate, his step firm and dynamic. And above all, he was authoritarian. Hakyeon's first words to Ravi were: "Do you not bow down to your king? ". Ravi was shocked. It must have been the opposite. However, this man demanded that Ravi prostrate himself before him. A duel was followed, but Hakyeon had never withdrawn his words. Ravi did not prostrate himself, but he admired the courage of this man. He could not tell yet if that man would be faithful to him, but he was certain he had found the right person to play his role, that of a king.

"We are happy to see you here. Your journey to knowledge has lasted for years. We are sad to have lost a good king, your father. But we are happy to have won a young and vigorous king. Your exploits, my king, have crossed the country and have reached our ears. You are a good fighter. Long live to the king, "said a council member. He seemed to be the leader. "Long live to the king," said the rest of the council members in chorus. Hakyeon smiles at them. " Rise my kind subjects. I'm sad to know that my father is no longer with us. I hope to be worthy to bear the title of king and to govern this region that he loved so much.» Hakyeon said, letting people get up. "My king is very humble. We are honored to have such a loving king for his subjects, "says the head of the council. " You flatter me. As a new king, I hope to be guided as you guided my father to make this region rich and prosperous. » Hakyeon said. "We are only poor subjects who hope to obey the king's orders," answered the council members, bowing to their king. Hakyeon motioned them to get up. He gave back to the crowd and went to sit on his throne. Ravi who was next to him, followed him and stood next to the king. He wore his soldier's armor. He had observed the interaction between Hakyeon and the board members and was amazed by Hakyeon's talent for pretending. It looked like he had done this all his life. It seemed like he was happy to see these people. Yet Ravi knew the truth. All these people were potential traitors and they had to discover the murderer of his father. A cough was heard. "Um .... excuse me my king. I know it's late and you've just arrived. I would not want to inconvenience you, but according to the etiquette, only the king's servant can be at his side during a meeting of the council, "says the head of the council. "I lived a long time away from my people and their customs. I admit that I will need your help and guidance to learn the habits and customs in this palace. However, being new to this region, and knowing no one yet, you would give your king the presence of a close friend, and a familiar face. This young man is Kim Wonshik. He is a childhood friend and an excellent fighter. He is my right arm and watches over my safety. During the next few days, he will stay by my side and take care of my comfort and safety. I hope you will not have any problem with his presence and welcome him to this region as you welcomed me, "said Hakyeon. Nobody dared to contradict him. Ravi himself could not believe Hakyeon's intelligence. He had just knocked down all the barriers that might oppose his presence in the palace.

"Have you noticed anything?» Hakyeon asked. Ravi shook his head. "I do not know any of them," he replied. "This head of council seems to hold a lot of power. The other members of the council obey each of his orders. We will have to investigate this man first and get rid of him if he is a problem, "says Hakyeon. Ravi nodded. "I would do an investigation on him. I do not know yet if he's an ally or an enemy, but we'll have to be wary of him, "Ravi replied. They were in the private apartments of the king. "Hmm ... excuse us your highness, we come to prepare your bath," said a voice. Hakyeon looked intently at Ravi before answering "enter". Young men opened the door that separated them from the king and entered the room. They saluted and went to the place intended for bathing. Some filled the tub with hot water while others worked to undress the king. Hakyeon let them do. He kept his eyes fixed on Ravi, as if to challenge him not to leave the room. Ravi kept his gaze fixed on him. Hakyeon saw him struggling to maintain his domination. But Ravi's eyes finally bent down following the shape of Hakyeon's naked body. The fake king smiles. He had won. He turned around and headed for his bath. The curtain closed behind him.

Why ? Why had he not kept his eyes fixed in Hakyeon's eyes? No, he had to find himself distracted by the naked body of this man. Ravi cursed his weakness. He remained standing for the duration of Hakyeon's toilet. He saw him coming back to him still naked and his body covered with droplets of water. Hakyeon stopped in front of him. "Dress me up," he ordered. Ravi glared at him. "I'm not your servant," Ravi said. "Have you forgotten where we are? Here I am your king.» Hakyeon replied. "You have enough servants to obey each of your orders. Why did you send back the people who take care of your bath?» Ravi asked. " They are boring. Moreover, I do not trust them. Would you like me to get killed too?» Hakyeon replied. Ravi understood that he would not have the last word. He took the garment and put it on Hakyeon's shoulders. He was about to leave the room, when Hakyeon stopped him. " Hold on. It's your turn now. We rode for days. It's about time for you to relax too, "says Hakyeon. He began to remove Ravi's armor. The latter stopped the gesture of the king. " What are you doing ? I can not wash here, "said Ravi. He saw Hakyeon turn his head to the left and to the right. " There is no one here. And I do not forget that you have a royal blood, so take advantage of what is yours, "replied Hakyeon. He continued to undress Ravi and sent him to bathe.

"Sorry to disturb you so late, my king. My name is Jung Taekwoon. I am the son of the chief of council and my friends and I came to present our wishes to the new king. My friends are all the descendants of the other council members and they wait outside for the king to allow them to come in "says a voice. Ravi came out of the water quickly. Who had dared to enter the king's apartments? He had to be with Hakyeon and protect him. He quickly put on some clothes and opened the curtain that separated him from the man. What he saw, boiled his blood. What was this position? Hakyeon was sitting facing this man, and his "hanbok" which consisted of a long piece showed all his leg and a large part of his thigh. It was absolutely not the way a king should behave. Ravi took out his sword and pointed it at the man. "The king is tired. He has just made a long trip. Come back tomorrow, "he said in a threatening voice. The man understood and withdrew. Ravi turned to Hakyeon, but he only got a smile from Hakyeon. Ravi went to him angrily and forced him to stand up. He fastened the waistband to the king's waist. "You do not have to bully me," Hakyeon said. "It was not a way to welcome people. A king must remain noble. He could see your whole body, "Ravi reproached. "It did not seem to displease him. Too bad that you make him run away, this Jung Taekwoon is totally to my taste, "said Hakyeon. Ravi felt his anger rising. He turned around and walked to the door. "I'm not sleeping here tonight," he said as he came out. He did not see Hakyeon's enigmatic smile. Still, after a few steps outside, Ravi stopped. Had he heard Hakyeon's words? Was Hakyeon gay?

Hello my fireflies, as promised here is the first chapter of this story. Tell me that you like it and let me full of comments and votes. Ravi met a person as formidable as him. What kind of king will be Hakyeon ? New chapter soon. «33333