C1 Part2

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Previously on The Royal Fiance...... http://blacksoulz.blogspot.com/2015/12/the-royal-fiance-white-prince.html

Shiori looked over towards the source of the sounds,

towards the direction of the main hall in curiosity. For some reason, a large

crowd had gathered. In the centre of the crowd, is a man of tall stature.

The man softly kissed a lady on the back of her hand and

hugged her gently as a greeting. Upon witnessing this scene, Shiori immediately

knew that the screams were shrieks of joy from the ladies when they were being

kissed on the cheek by this man.

It was simply unacceptable for this kind of unruly man to

appear at a royalty's wedding reception.

Shiori furrowed his

eyebrows.

These actions were simply

not befitting of today's wedding reception.

"Do come visit soon,

hm?"

The ladies were all crowding around that man's side, as

if in an attempt to get him to notice them and reciprocate their flirting. The

man, too, was wearing a gleeful smile and was giving them his attention

individually.

Prim and proper ladies in high-class attire were behaving

like female cats when they were under the man's gaze. Whenever the man spoke to

one of the ladies in the crowd, other ladies would start to get into a jealous

tussle. When this happened, the man would whisper some sweet words of praise to

the ladies, and this allowed for all the ladies' ego to be satisfied.

He is the kind of man that could make every woman cling

onto him. The way he carried himself confidently was as if he was used to being

the centre of attention amongst women. Those arms of his must have had many

intimate experiences with women before...

Shiori gasped in reflex when

he took a good look at the man.

A pair of thick, but well-shaped eyebrows was set on a

handsome face with a sharp, well-defined jawbone and a pair of sharp-looking

eyes. He appeared to be in his late twenties and had a firm grip - perhaps the

line of work that he is in requires manual labour. Those broad shoulders make

it seem as if he is a very reliable person and his well-built torso gives a

totally different impression from one that a white-collared worker would give.

His features and charm was enough to make all the women

around him swoon. However, he his style simply had no class.

His jet black hair was in a mess, with a few stray

strands of hair falling loosely across his forehead. His tie was hanging loose,

ad his suit was only buttoned up to the second button.

The way the man dons his attire is similar to that of

Kousuke. However, he did not exuberate the same air of royalty or good

upbringing. This man was vastly different. It was clear that the outer vest and

the entire suit that he was wearing is of high-quality. Despite these classy

and expensive clothes, it simply could not mask the air of wildness he exudes.

How on earth did this type of man slip into such an

exclusive occasion -----

Despite making eye contact with Shiori, that man's

expression remained unchanged. To top it all off, he did not break the eye

contact. Guests visiting the Palace always remembered who the royalties are and

how the look like. This is not just a matter of general knowledge, it is a sign

of respect. Furthermore, if anyone were to make eye contact with any one of the

royalty, they were expected to lower their eyes or to nod in acknowledgement

towards the royalty.

Such a disrespectful and

haughty man.

He had absolutely no right to turn up for today's event.

It was actually not necessary for Shiori to notice or take any action against

such a person. If this was another every day event hosted by the Royal Palace, Shiori

would have ignored this man's presence and quietly leave the event venue.

However, for some reason, this man's prideful attitude

and the manner in which he entertained the ladies with were not something that

Shiori could stomach.

Partaking in the wine and entertaining ladies at the same

time, it was obvious that this man enjoyed living a loose life.

At least he was free and

having fun.

While on the other hand, Shiori who will be living a life

of uncertainty from today as he would living under his brother's - Sho's strict

orders. Even Shiori could not tell how his life will be like in the near

future. To make matters worse, he would have to live under the constant

perverted gaze of Marlo, no matter how disgusted Shiori is with Marlo.

Although Shiori is used to keeping his emotions under the

lid well, he was unable to suppress his anger today.

With just two words from Shiori, the festive atmosphere

immediately died down, leaving behind a deathly silence.

"You do not have the

right to be present at today's Royal banquet."

Shiori glared directly at the man with cold eyes that

threatened to freeze its surroundings, such that nobody, nothing, could move a

single inch.

"Get out!", Shiori

commanded.

Under the eyes of countless VIPs and highly respected

people, Shiori disgraced this man in a highly-regarded venue - the Royal

Palace.

To his surprise, the man seemed unaffected and could not

be bothered with Shiori's outburst. He even wore an emotionless smile.

Shiori knew that the tables had turned - and that he was

on the receiving end of that man's insult.

"Oh well, it's about time for me to go somewhere and

sober up anyway.", the man smiled coldly, waved, and sauntered out of the

main hall.

He did not even bother

looking back.

The manner in which he left the main hall was as if he

did not have any regrets or attachment to the event, and his attitude imprinted

deeply onto the minds of everyone who witnessed the short exchange.

Without a shred of embarrassment, he left a fresh

impression of himself to others.

The incident that took place did not reach the ears of

the newlyweds, who were at the centre of the main hall. The wedding banquet

continued as per normal, as if that mini-episode had never occurred. Nobody

noticed, or cared, that Shiori had been humiliated.

After all, Shiori is merely

the side show of today's event.

Musicians played tunes that soothed and conjured a sense

of bliss in the hearts of the guests.

Shiori felt awkward participating in small talks with the

guests, and decided to sip some grape wine in order to pass time. A soft tint

of red started to spread across Shiori's pale cheeks after some time.

'When I sober up, I will just quietly leave the banquet

and retire to my room.' Shiori thought to himself.

Even if he had left the wedding reception, nobody would

realise. He was simply too insignificant a being for the guests present today

to care about.

In fact, as far as the next Ecuratan King is concerned,

it would be better for Shiori to vanish from the face of the Earth.

After all, any obstructions

should just disappear.

Shiori placed the wine glass onto the table lightly and

made his way towards the balcony. However, someone, or some people, were ahead

of Shiori, standing at the moonlit balcony.

Silhouettes of two people

who were standing overlapped.

The man who had his hands wrapped snugly around the

woman's waist, opened his eyes slightly upon noticing the presence of a third

party watching them.

In the dimly lit balcony, that man managed to identify

who the third party was - Shiori.

The guy who was shamed and chased out of the banquet by

Shiori.

And at the same time, the man who humiliated Shiori.

In that man's sight,

Shiori's figure was clear as day.

Upon seeing the shock on Shiori's face, the man brought

his lips onto the lady's.

The man lifted his gaze a little, checking Shiori's

reaction while pulling the lady closer to him. Their bodies were pressed

against each other in a tight embrace, with their tongues intertwining.

Every sound of their watery kisses could be clearly heard

by Shiori. The both of them could even find short gaps between their passionate

kisses to let out low moans of satisfaction.

Shiori knew that the man was trying to let Shiori witness

this scene on purpose. He knew that the man was laughing at him, mocking him.

The lady seemed to be too engrossed and drowning in their

hot kisses. With just one kiss, the lady seemed to have lost all the strength

in her body. Their lips finally parted when the lady's knees started to buckle.

The lady had a satisfied look on her face as she rested in the man's embrace.

This man probably stood on

the exact opposite end of the world that Shiori was brought up in.

"You lowlife!"

Shiori scorned.

Due to Shiori's

interference, the lady glanced at Shiori unhappily. However, her expression

changed instantaneously upon realising Shiori's status.

She noticed that the man's

attention was focused on Shiori, and she left the balcony hurriedly in a panic.

"Did I not request for

you to leave? Or would you like me to request for the security to escort you?"

Shiori was not planning to

let the man who had blemished the important royal wedding banquet off lightly.

This man not only humiliated Shiori - he had humiliated

the royal family, which equates to humiliating the entire country.

Shiori stared icily at the man.

Even though Shiori will not be ascending the throne, he

was someone who was brought up as a royalty, and the self-respect and tolerance

he commanded was not something to be scoffed at. The charisma Shiori exudes was

more than enough to put the masses in awe.

A quit anger stirred behind his pupils. Unbeknownst to

Shiori, the actions that seemed so every day and mundane to him appeared ever

so brilliant to everyone else.

Due to the kind of environment that Shiori was brought up

in and his own stern attitude, he was unable to overlook any sort of

irresponsible action or person.

Anyone would prostrate himself in front of an angry

Shiori to beg for his forgiveness.

However, this man did not seem the least bit affected.

"Are you thinking of getting a kiss from me

too?" The man approached Shiori slowly.

The imposing air that he exuded made Shiori unable to

move.

The man grabbed Shiori's wrist. Not quick enough to shake

his grip off, Shiori was yanked into the man's embrace.

His hands snaked around Shiori's waist.

Shiori's pride would never

allow him to run away, even in this situation. But something was telling him

that he needed to escape. Fast.

However, his legs were

unable to move.

His sharp gaze made Shiori

unable to look away, unable to move.

......the man swiftly

pressed his lips against Shiori's.

He started struggling

against this man, but the more he did so, the closer the man would push his

lower body against Shiori's waist.

The kissed deepened, with

the man toying with Shiori's desperately retreating tongue.

Shiori knew that he was

being treated the same way as the lady from before. Like a whore.

And yet, he is a royalty.

"Un, un- unhand me......!"

Shiori's command came out as

a plaintive wail and was immediately drowned out by the intensity of the kiss.

The man's hand trailed

slowly across Shiori's back, as if caressing him. Bringing his knee between Shiori's

legs, he nudged his knee upwards......

Shiori felt as if is body

was burning.

He could feel that the hand

that he was using to push against the man was slowly losing its strength. Despite

Shiori's continued resistance by pushing against the man's chest, the man stood

rooted.

Feeling short of air,

Shiori's field of vision reddened. The man sucked Shiori's tongue and licked

the sweet liquid that spilled from the side of Shiori's mouth.

Shiori could feel his tongue

going numb, his body twitching involuntarily. The heat in his body seemed to

slowly spread and concentrated itself at the areas he was being caressed - his

lips and his lower body. The feeling that welled up within his body was

indescribable.

The hand that Shiori used to

resist the man now hung loose at his side, and both their chests were glued

together within the man's tight embrace. A certain numbness spread throughout Shiori's

chest as the man fondled Shiori's chest through his shirt. The man traced

Shiori's backed lightly with his fingertips, making Shiori unable to prevent a

soft moan from escaping his lips.

As Shiori's soft lips were

taken roughly by the man, Shiori could feel his consciousness slipping away.

Even his breath was being robbed by the man, and he could feel his body

starting to burn with desire.

Even so, Shiori's pride,

which is much higher than that of most people, made him want to defeat this

haughty man and not show any signs of weakness.

Upon seeing that Shiori was

no longer struggling, the man decided to slacken the kiss between them. In that

instant, Shiori raised his hand .

Following the crisp and

resounding sound of Shiori's slap, the man's cheek turned an angry red.

Shiori had never felt this

humiliated in his entire life.

The man seemed unruffled

despite being under the full brunt of Shiori's angry glare, as if he was

looking down on Shiori.

The first kiss he had with

this man tasted faintly of grape wine.

YES DONEDED. That was 10 pages worth of Chinese wwwwwwwwwww.

THEY KISSED HAHAHAH. But that's about all the action you will get in Chapter 1.

Fun times.

The current lifestyle I'm leading isn't the healthiest one you can find out there heh. Listened to Man With A Mission, Acid Black Cherry and One OK Rock while translating and typing these 10 pages through the night. School is gonna start soon just kick me. WHAT ARE HOLIDAYS.

Will translate more when I'm on the plane to Taiwan. (the fudanshi/fujoshi mecca for those that can't read Japanese but can read Chinese) GONNA GRAB 10KG WORTH OF MANGAS.

Mood: Drunk. Just slightly.

Ps: The next update will take reeeeeaaaaalllllyyyyyyyyyyyy loooooooooooonng. So sorry oAo.

Note: This is just a one person thing, so there's no proof readers or grammar checks and the like. Pardon any errors! Do feel free to point out any mistakes you spot.