Walking into his son’s bedroom he found a sight that made bile creep up into his throat. The magenta bed curtains were pulled closed but the man could see another male kissing his son.
He was enraged. His son, the heir to the throne, kissing another man, preposterous! The prince was supposed to be looking for a bride, not cavorting with... this was an abomination. The king stormed up to the magenta curtains to pull them back.
The cold draft from the open door did not interrupt the lovers. One gave a lower throaty giggle; the other firmly gripped the back of the other man’s head. The king thought, 'men don’t giggle', as he let the curtain fall out of grip. Two men lay before him one with his shirt slightly unbuttoned the other still fully dressed and having a side arm holstered at his side.
Both did not look up, the one with the side arm drew a playful finger over the man's chest. The king bellowed furiously at the sight, “Get out!”
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