"Get off my bed!" Haechan growled at Mark who was on hus laptop typing something.

"Its my bed Duchess Haechan." Mark chuckled when the younger screamed shit and slammed his pillow on his face.

"Why am I sleeping on your bed!?" Haechan totally grabbed Marks shirt collar with a glare.

"Woah woah easy there my fierce Lioness. You fell asleep after eating. And I slept on my side. Look theres a pillow barrier too." Mark pressed his lips together making Haechan see the pillows.

"Vulgur behaviour! I told you he wasnt the right one!" Mrs Lee gasped when she saw Haechan grabbing her sons shirt collar.

"Oh honey. Stop being nosey. Lets let them be." Mr Lee dragged his wife away from their sons room.

Haechan nervously giggled letting go of Mark and flattening the crushed shirt for him. The Duke ruffled the boys hair as he got off to shower and dress for the day. Now, Princes usually wore the professional outfits at times of importance. And now that Mark was married he had to wear suits.

"Sir?" Haechan came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist.

"Hmm?" Mark turned around buttoning up his coat and chuckled.

"Your dresses are on the left on my closet. Boxers in the fourth drawer and shoes on the fifth. Will you be able to find your way to the breakfast table? Dont be late or youll have to strave until lunch." Mark fixed his tie with smile. Haechan admittes he loved the boys black hair.

"I'll be done in five!" Haechan fumbled with his dresses and was done with a blue tuxedo and black shoes. He hated it.

The couple went down beside each other and the boys sat next to one another. Haechan didnt know how to use a fork and spoon, like common he was born with chopsticks not a spoon.

"Watch me eat." Mark carefully showed him how to use them.

"Omg! Our Eonnie is gorgeous!" Four gorgeous girls squealed.

"Umm they are my sisters." Mark pointed at the girls. "Mina, Herin, Wendy and Irene." The Duke smiled. "Thats Taeyong my big brother the crowned prince and Prince Jaehyun who walked you down the isle is his husband." Said the Boy. Haechan nodded smiling and bowing at them all.

"Have you guys done it? We must go check this boy in a month. If only Koeun was here I need not suffer." The Queen rolled her eyes.

"No mother." Mark whispered as the breakfast table became awfully silent.

Haechan looked for his mother but found him not and what the Queen said made him a little scard. Following Mark everywhere he bumped on the olders back at one point.

"You arent supposed to follow me to the meeting room dear Wife." Mark turned around.

"Oh personal I see. Where can I find Mama? And what was that your mother talked about?" The gorgeous boy frowned at his husband.

"Your mother would be in the kitchen. I'll explain once I'm back. Hmm? Dont get lost." The older smiled patting the youngers chubby bitable cheeks and left.

Haechan found himself circling the same hallways again and again and he gave up. He went to their room the only place he knew of and fell on the bed crying. He wanted his mother. The door opened and closed with Mark walking in.

"Found your mother?" He sat next to the crying child.

"No! You fucking live in a god damn palace and I cant find my way to the bathroom when im outside his fucking room. Fucki...." A finger was placed on those plump lips.

"No cursing. Atleast not when you are outside. You'll get into trouble. I'm sorry......I'll show you around tomorrow." The duke ruffled Haechans hair abd stood up to remove his coat and loosen his shirt as he tossed his watch and tied away in neat aim.

"Better. Why was your mother saying so?" Haechan sat up removing his coat as well.

"They want us to do it since Mother wants an heir to the Throne. Taeyong hyung has been married for years but he never got pregnant. So she's hates him. She wanted Koeun to marry me and have a baby but well she ran away. So yeah. Now you would be dragged about to check if you could get pregnant." Mark sighed sitting next to his wife who made his mouth into a O and pouted.

"S-So will you f-fuck me?" The younger gulped in fear.

"Maybe if we ever fall in love. Dont worry I wont hurt you." The Duke caressed the youngers chubby cheek with the back of his palm fondly.

"Did you love Koeun?" Haechan gave the Duke a toothy grin.

"No. I never wanted to get married in the first place." Mark chuckled.

"Ohh.....So?? Dont you ever get mad at anyone?" The younger boy squealed when he saw the older wearing a lovely bronze braclet.

"No?" Mark lifted a brow.

"Gimme that!" Haechan snatched it from Marks arm and wore it. He giggled bouncing on the bed.

"Give it back! Thats my grandmothers gift." The Duke reached for it.

"It says Lee. Hmm. Sir? I'm a Lee now right?" Haechan pouted giving his doll like golden skinned arm for Mark to take his braclet.

"Yes. You are married to me. Well. Keep it, It looks beautiful on your skin." The older chuckled.

"Mama said you were eight years older than me?" Haechan kicked off his slacks and crossed his legs.

"Yeah. 28 this August." The Duke smiled at the boy before him. No false drama like many girls he met. He was just.....himself.

"Oldie." Haechan giggled. "Well my name ish Moon Donghyuck but Papa calls me Haechan." The boy played with his braclet.

"Beautiful. Umm my grandmother might visit if she can tonight. Shes nice. She' d love you." The Duke smiled at the younger boy.

"Hmm." The beauty nodded yawning.

"Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend?" Mark asked.

"Na. I was destined to marry to the Grand Duke of Vancouver. My bitches are gonna die when I tell them." Haechan plopped on their bed.

"Ohh. Sleep on your side little one. I'll be back after a shower." The older said.

"Sleep on the carpet. I'm not moving an inch." Haechan deadpanned.