Oh, if only this story were about someone else.
If only I were my former self, alone in an empty classroom, witnessing this scene as an innocent third party. Then I could have just reveled in the passionate flames of Boys Love fangirldom.
But alas. Now that I’m a participant, the flames of my little fujoshi heart now burn eons away.
Oh, wouldn’t it be nice if I had playfully sneaked out to the castle town to catch a glimpse of guilty bliss between two men I didn’t know? Even in my current incarnation, my heart could have still burned on.
Why’d it have to be…my brother…?
I frowned. A man-on-man love scene was unfolding before my very eyes. And not in 2D but 3D. They were both extremely handsome. Both of them were locked in a world where only the other existed…and their tongues were locked, too.
And who were they? Well, one of them was my big brother—sad but true. And the crown prince, at that. As in, the soon-to-be king.
We were in a corner of our majestic and splendid castle, the pride of Esfia. The tactful among us automatically avoided this area so as not to disturb my brother and his lover, but this space was actually meant to have people coming and going all the time. It was a hallway. And not a hallway reserved for the royal family but a hallway that could be used by castle servants or guests, so long as they had permission.
I suspected funny business was afoot…
Ordinarily, there would be more people around, but there was not even a single maid or guard present.
And now I know why—my brother is in the middle of a tryst!
I loudly snapped the fan in my hand closed. And in a hallway where the only thing you could hear was the naughty sounds of the lovers exchanging saliva, that was more than enough to procure the desired effect. The boys’ lips parted with a start.
“Octavia…,” said my brother when he registered my presence.
“Dear Brother, it pleases me that you and Lord Sil get along so well. However, we must be considerate when choosing the locations of our rendezvous.”
Don’t make out in the hallway, assholes!
Oh, I wish I could have said that part out loud! But my brother is a prince, and I’m a princess. I must sugarcoat my speech in a manner befitting my royal status.
I am Octavia, the eldest princess of Esfia. I’m sixteen years old, and my brother is nineteen.
My brother, Crown Prince Sirius, furrowed his brow.
God dammit! You’re so frickin’ hot!
Silvery hair, aquamarine eyes, tall, handsome, intelligent, and gifted in martial arts—he’s a total superhuman. It’s no wonder that in my past life, I fangirled hard for him—and it’s no wonder the fans ranked him at number one. We do love a top!
“Forgive me…,” my brother apologized in what was, incidentally, a voice so sexy it could make you swoon.
“No matter,” I answered…then there was silence.
Well, this is awkward…
Oh, and look at my brother’s boyfriend, Lord Sil. He feels just as awkward as I do. Oh, and now my brother’s squeezing his hand supportively. Aw, they’re sooo in love.
✦ ✦ ✦
Encouraged by Sirius’s support, Lord Sil turned to me. “Princess Octavia.”
Lord Sil is an androgynous hottie. He doesn’t look like a girl, but he is beautiful. He and my brother make a beautiful couple…of boys. The son of a baron, his relationship with my brother came to fruition after many twists and turns.
And he’s also the main character.
“What is it, my lord?” I asked, cool as a cucumber.
The solemn look in Lord Sil’s eyes tugged at my heartstrings. But even though I’m a former degenerate fujoshi, I’m a princess now, and I’ve spent years cultivating my impudent facade.
“Princess Octavia…what must I do to receive your approval?”
“Approval…is not mine to give or to withhold. Who do you take me for? I fully understand that you are the man my brother loves, Lord Sil. Is that not enough?”
Lord Sil winced in sadness.
In The Noble King, Octavia was the biggest supporter of Sil and Sirius’s romance.
But…I am not that Octavia.