Is an LGBT slow-burn Harem romance acceptable? If so, meet love interest #1
When he reached the main staircase, Rae was stopped in his tracks by a man standing on the steps.
At first, it seemed he had stood there to get a better vantage to view the show. But as Rae drew closer, it became clear the man had noticed him, but he showed no interest in moving. He shifted his weight so he was no longer leaning against the bannister, blocking even more of the walkway.
He was towering, dressed in fine violet silk, with a brocade overcoat. His expression wasn’t quite as arrogant as Gaori’s but there had to be a proper word to describe it… Smug?
“Wonderful time to be in town, eh?” he said with a smirk. Rae settled on a word. Punchable.
His hair was sleek and shiny, and tied in a neat topknot. He didn’t look like someone who had been on the road for days, perhaps a young master from the camp.
“You’re blocking the way,” Rae said, shoving his way through the gap between the man and the wall. The man didn’t move at all, but his torso wasn’t so broad as to block the entire walkway, and Rae was lithe and nimble.
Rae made it past, but the stubborn bastard had grabbed his cloak. When Rae tugged at it, he soon let go.
“Is that the crest of Kaolin?” he asked.
Rae’s mind was blank for a moment before he realised the man must have seen the clasp on his cloak. Dread pooled in his stomach, before he reassured himself that the Kaolin was a large clan and any member from the lowest servant to the Duke himself, had the right to wear the same crest.
“Yes, it is. Excuse me,”
