The Crown Prince's Love
Chapter 70

I couldn't figure out her real intention, and thanks to Desmond's soft hands rubbing mine, I would have lost it the instant that she asked that kind of question.

"I don't have any idea what you are driving at, but Desmond and I could adopt a child if we wanted," I told them.

"You mean a child that is not related to the royal family?" Another reporter asked.

I frowned at the male and pretended as if I didn't hear his question, only for him to ask me again. "Your Highness, how will you and your partner continue the royal line if you are both boys and there is..."

"What do you mean by that?" Desmond questioned. That was the first time he would say anything ever since the reporters started questioning us. "Is it that bad that we can't be together? I thought that love conquers all?" he stated and pointed at all the reporters. "Aren't you supposed to love us the way that we are? Why then are you all acting as if we had committed the biggest crime in the kingdom and..."

His words were cut short by someone throwing stones at him.

One of the stones hit his upper left eye, cutting into his skin and forming a straight line.

Blood pooled out and trailed down his cheek until it dropped to the ground in front of him.

He sighed and rubbed his hand on the blood.

"Am I so hated that much that I am being stoned?"

"Go to hell!" someone shouted from the crowd, but it was not one of the reporters, but one of the people that had gathered in front of the hospital. "You are supposed to be killed. How can you be in love with a man like yourself!" The woman shouted and continued to throw stones at Desmond, but this time, they didn't touch him because the royal guards had multiplied, appearing from inside and guiding us.

I looked into the hospital and noticed that my father was looking straight at me. It was the look of saying that I told you so, and he didn't hide it as he shook his head in displeasure.

"I guess the crowd does not agree with your relationship!" one of the reporters said, and just as she finished saying this, the others started chanting loudly.

"Remove the crown prince, exile both of them!" They all chanted the word over and over again, not stopping. Things such as eggs, and stones were thrown at us, but all thanks to the royal guard that protected us, else we would have gotten hit.

"Your Highness, I don't think that anyone is ready to hear what you have to say right now," one of the guards said.

I heaved a deep sigh as I looked at the guard and then headed back into the hospital. No matter how hard I tried to fight, they were never going to accept me or Desmond.

I looked at Desmond and noticed that his eyes were bent.

I placed a hand on his shoulder and then turned him around. "Hey," I muttered as I smiled at him. "It seems that everyone is not accepting us for what we are, but that is their problem because," I pulled him closer to myself and then leaned in to kiss him on the lips.

This was my best way of coming out to everyone, and I don't regret it.

Desmond~

"I warned you about this, but you wouldn't listen, and now both of you are facing the consequences!" The king yelled as he dropped his phone on the table in Randy's room.

Our decision to come out and not deny the rumors, coupled with Randy kissing me on the lips, only made things worse. We found ourselves trending on every platform with one resounding request: 'Cancel the crown prince.'

"I told you that it has never happened before, a king falling in love with a man and being together. I warned you about this, but you wouldn't listen, and now you can't even leave the hospital because angry people are waiting to pounce on you!"

I lowered my head, unable to raise it, blaming myself for everything happening.

Randy wouldn't be in this situation if only I had told him about my fake death. We could have avoided all of this instead of giving our enemies ammunition.

"This is all my fault," I said.

The king laughed, "You knew that, son, but you both see me as your enemy. I warned you not to do anything that would risk your identity, but instead, you let everyone replace out about what you are! You both should have stayed in secrecy if you truly cared about each other, but now... everyone is trying to cancel Randy, and they're waiting for me to pass judgment. If I don't, it means I am a bad king!"

"Newman, please," the queen whispered, placing her hand on the king's shoulder. "We should try to replace a way to settle this and take these children away before they're attacked by them."

The king clenched his fists tightly and sighed. "I foresaw this coming, and that's why I told you to debunk the rumor. But you thought the world would accept you for what you are, right?"

"Father," Randy shouted, "I'm fed up with you telling me this over and over again. Why can't you just be happy that I came out for everyone to see? Why can't you see that I can't continue to hide when I know what I truly want, and that is Desmond?"

"Shut up!" The king retorted. "You think it's easy for me to cancel my son? I watched you grow up, Randy, and never expected you to turn out so foolish. You were always the perfect one among my children, and now this..." The king trailed off. "And you," he pointed at me, "do you have any idea what the people are asking me to do to you?"

I slowly raised my head to the king and gasped when I met his cold dark eyes. He stared at me as if he was about to devour me. I quickly averted my eyes, heart pounding in my chest.

"I warned you both, but you have not only become a disgrace to me and your mother, but to the entire kingdom, and I don't know how I'm supposed to solve this."

"A disgrace!" Randy retorted. I tried to stop him from replying to his parents, but he pushed my hand away. "Please, Father, what is the disgraceful thing I've done aside from being with Desmond and loving him? Enlighten me about what I've done wrong!"