The Crown Prince's Love
Chapter 43

"Let's go," Desmond said, grabbing my hand as we walked into the mansion.

I looked at him and managed a smile.

"Glad to see that you're no longer mad at me," he mumbled.

I didn't say anything as we headed to my father's study.

There was no guard at the front of the study, and without bothering to knock, I walked in. The sight before me almost made me sick. My father had my mother on his lap, engaged in a deep kiss.

"Oh, Goddess!" I screamed and covered my eyes, while Desmond rushed out of the study.

"This is daylight for goodness' sake."

My mother jumped to her feet at the sound of my voice, and my father cleared his throat, adjusting himself in his chair.

"Randy?" my mother sounded surprised to see me, as I hadn't informed either of them about my visit to the royal home.

I had made an unannounced appearance to confront them.

"What are you doing here?" my father's voice sounded hoarse as he stood up.

"Come in, Desmond," I said to Desmond, who was still outside after witnessing my parents kissing. He must have been as traumatized as I was.

Desmond walked into the room and bowed his head to my parents.

"Your Highnesses," he greeted.

"What is happening?" my mother asked.

"Why are you suddenly here?"

"Why did you barge into my study without knocking?" my father demanded.

"Because I didn't know that you would be kissing Mother," I replied, walking to the two seater brown couch in his office. I sat down and gestured for Desmond to join me, but he remained standing. "What the hell is wrong with you, Desmond? Are you going to keep standing when you should..."

My father slammed his hands on his table.

"I specifically said that you two should keep your relationship discreet, but here you are, not caring about the media. They could be following you down here, and the next day, you'll replace yourselves in the tabloids!"

I sighed and stood up, walking to the front of my father. "Trust me when I say that won't happen. Desmond and I will never get caught," I assured him. "The reason I came here is not about that. I'm here to ask why you've all been lying to me!" My father frowned and crossed his arms.

"What do you mean? Who are you referring to?"

I pointed at him and my mother. "You knew that Randy was going to die in two months, and yet you kept it from me. How could you?" I shouted at him.

My father remained silent until he turned toward Desmond. "You told him, despite promising not to," he shouted at Desmond. "Are you so desperate for attention to do that?"

"Your Highness, I..." Desmond tried to defend himself, but my father cut him off.

"Shut up and tell me the truth!" he yelled at him.

I glanced over at Desmond and noticed how he was trembling where he stood. I couldn't bear to see him like that, so I walked up to him and grabbed his hand, pulling him in front of my father. "Stop shouting at him, Father. He didn't tell me, I found out on my own. You lied to me about everything!"

My mother sighed, lowered her head, and then raised it to address me. "We were only doing everything to protect you. Knowing that he is going to die is a bad omen, and we thought it wouldn't be wise for you to replace out." I scoffed and shook my head in response.

"Do you think I'd be alive if Desmond died?" I asked them.

My father let out a groan. "I've already told you, Randy, that you and Desmond can never be together. It's never been recorded that two males rule the kingdom."

"So you want us to be together in secret until the day he dies, is that it?" I questioned.

"No," my mother quickly replied. "No one wishes that for him. Helen is hoping to replace a way to resolve all of this, and I can assure you she will. That's why she's at the royal college."

I sighed and ruffled my hair. "Why didn't you tell me?"

My father stood up from his chair.

"Because the dark hole is not as you've imagined. He might be fortunate, but in the worst case scenario, he might be unlucky."

"I want to save him!" I declared. "If it means sacrificing my life for him, I will do that to save him!"

My father chuckled, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of me. "Have you forgotten your duty? You are the prince and one day, you will become the king. How dare you talk about your life like this!"

His voice was loud and intimidating, and even though he was my father, my heart raced but I was ready to stand up to him in cases like this. "Father," I said, looking into his blue eyes, "I doubt you would talk like this if it were Mother. I know how you love and care for her, to the extent that you wouldn't let anything happen to her! I don't care what you have to say, but I'm going to protect my boyfriend."

"Hmm," my father muttered, then turned to face Desmond. "You've failed miserably, and now my son is delusional about love."

Desmond bowed his head. "I apologize, Your Highness. I can..."

"I don't want to hear any words from you," my father cut him off, walking back to his desk. "Now that Randy knows you're going to die, it's best that you end things quickly."

I frowned, not expecting my father to say something so brutal. "Father!" I shouted his name.

"This is reality, Randy. You have no idea the kind of pain I went through when I thought your mother was dead."

"But you never gave up on her, just as I won't give up on Desmond!" I declared, grabbing Desmond's hand and pulling him closer to me. "I don't care what you say, Father, but I won't let my boyfriend suffer like this. I love him and I will do anything for him," I stated and took a deep breath. "If he dies, then I shall die."

My father jumped to his feet and slammed his hands on the table. "Are you crazy? Have you gone insane?"

"Newman, calm down, please," my mother said. "Randy, please calm down and listen to your father."

"The only insanity is the fact that I'm in love with Desmond, and you're going to have to accept it," I told them, and I grabbed his hand, walking out of the room hand in hand, ignoring my father's calls.