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Prince Jingim pauses when he sees Marco Polo and Khutulun walking together whispering to each other, Marco Polo uses his hand to cover his mouth stifling a laughter while Khutulun does not care to hide that she is laughing at whatever she had said.
The two always spend their time gossiping, Byamba informed Jingim when he asked, when Khutulun is not busy with training or whatever creepy shenanigans those two would do.
The two of them pause when they come across him, Marco Polo bows while Khutulun nods towards him. "Good afternoon" she starts with a smile while Marco Polo keeps his head down but his eyes wander over him, "yes, it is" Jingim only replies as he touches Marco's shoulder, gripping it gently as he pulls him closer to him.
Khutulun then looks at Marco with an amused look on her face because of the very obvious awkwardness surrounding the three of them, "let's talk more later" she says, patting his free shoulder before she leaves.
Jingim's neutral face turns to look at his male European concubine with a frown, "shouldn't you be with Temur?" He asks and Marco Polo looks at him before nodding, "but he is currently attending his classes and Khutulun asked for my audience, Prince" he says, his voice is soft as always that Jingim feels like silk brushes against his ear whenever his concubine speaks.
Out of all of Jingim's wives and concubines, it has been established to Jingim that Temur is only pleased with Marco. Opting to cling onto his European concubine like there is no one else that can give him a motherly comfort. Like Jingim does subconsciously since Marco's loving and gentle presence draws him like a magnet.
Jingim had to reassure his wives multiple times that Temur does not hate them but is only busy learning and that all of them are Temur's mother, not only Marco. Jingim also had to reassure that he favors all of them, although it is true that since Marco is brought to his harem he had not spent time with any of his wives as much as he did before.
"You have been spending too much time with Khutulun"
Instead of responding verbally, Marco suddenly laughs. One that Jingim would not be tired of hearing for eternity.
"What?" Jingim asks with a frown, Marco looks at him then laughs again. The way Jingim had said his complaint had really sounded like a Prince that had tasted a vase filled with vinegar.
"You are jealous" Marco finally says with a smile and Jingim lets go of his grip on Marco's shoulder, "I am not jealous" Jingim says looking away, trying his best not to look like he is sulking and his concubine laughs again as they start walking towards Marco's personal quarters in his wing. Marco has the highest status of the concubines with his quarter settled just beside Temur's quarters and across Jingim, being that he is the favorite of both Princes.
"It is very rare for a royal Prince to taste vinegar, us concubines and your wives are one that tastes it regularly"
"What does that mean?"
"To be jealous"
"I am not jealous, Marco"
"Alright, I believe you" Marco says with a teasing smile and Jingim corners him, "you should" he replies and Marco's chest rises, butterflies in his stomach flattering around when he is near him.
The two of them stared at each other, love always evident in their air, Jingim touches Marco's cheek and the European concubine closes his eyes leaning in to the touch. An involuntary moan comes out of his pink lips after Jingim sucks his neck to mark him, possessive as ever.
"Jingim, not here… somebody might see or hear us"
"I do not care, let them see," Jingim says and Marco giggles.
Then they hear a cough, a person is trying to get their attention and ruin their moment. Jingim glares at whoever dared disturb them before his eyes soften a bit.
"Temur" he says to acknowledge his son.
"Father," Temur replies then he looks at Marco, "you promised you would teach me your favorite Italian song, mother" he says and Marco smiles, welcoming and soft, "yes, I did, my little Prince" he says as he pushes forward from Jingim to approach their son.
"Well then we should be off" Temur says with a smile, pulling Marco to his side looking at his father who had an annoyed look on his face. "Prince?" Marco asks then Jingim looks at him, "come with me for now" he says but Temur is persistent not letting go of Marco's hand pulling him with gathered force.
"It is my turn with mother"
"It is not your turn, it is my turn with your mother" Jingim growls as he also pulls Marco who looked at the Prince and their son in disbelief as they pull him to their sides then he decides to walk forward so they let them go.
"None of you are getting any turns"
"What?"
"But mother…"
Marco sternly shakes his head before he smiles, "why don't you two spend the rest of the afternoon together? While I make your favorite desserts for dinner tonight" he says.
The father-son duo stared at each other. Jingim takes out his sword then Temur takes out his wooden practice sword.
"Sure"
Marco sighs amused, "I would like two men in my quarters by tonight, ones that are not injured" he says but the father-son are already ignoring him, ready to fight each other.