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"I have a confession: I may be king, but I fell in love with you the moment we met on the hill. Everything about the moment was pure magic."

"My king," Oliver whispered. "The way you feel is mutual."

Oliver tenderly rested his fingers under Fennel's chin, his eyes gazing into an emerald oasis looking back at him. "I can't hold back any longer."

Their foreheads touched. 

Fennel flushed deep scarlet, wondering if he would be blessed with his first kiss from the sweet lips belonging to the handsome bard.

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The largest kingdom of the faraway planet of Caelus, Charoux, is inhabited by a humanoid race of felines. The race is more human than cat. While they possess increased agility and better eyesight, their physical manifestations are only those of cat ears and tails, while all other features remain human.

As the sun set one warm summer evening, the current feline king drew his last breath. 

The weight of the world fell on Fennel Satnuro's chest, the sole son of the king and the rightful heir to the throne.

When all hope felt lost, the feline heard an enchanting melody manifest from seemingly mid-air. He followed the music to find a lone, handsome young bard perched atop the highest hill in Charoux, strumming together the most beautiful music that had ever graced the prince's ears.

At eighteen years old, the soon-to-be king falls in love at first sight and sound.

The King Loves the Court Bard (BL)

Fennel looked over to see Oliver snoring in his sleep. He stepped out of bed and hurriedly wrapped a sheet around his body. He peaked out the door. "Jasper, could you get a maid to fill up the bath?"

Jasper glanced at the king, then looked away. He had a pretty good idea why the ruler was wrapped in just a sheet, but he wouldn't say a single word about it. "Yes, my king."

Fennel returned to the bedroom and waited until the maid announced the bath was ready. He sighed contently and then went to the washroom. He dipped his toes in the water first. It was one of the good perks about being a noble—warm bath water whenever desired.

He slunk onto the bath and closed his eyes. The water felt relaxing on his body. Before long, he felt Oliver's presence. The silver-haired man joined him in the bath and gently splashed the water in his direction. When he felt the water on his face, he flicked his tail.

"Cruel," Fennel pouted. "It's too early to be playing."

Warm Bath