wolfgang • hyunchan ✓

11.

Spring arrived and with that, the prince's birthday was around the corner. He had been training his sword skills, as well as bow and arrow and fighting skills for a few weeks and he could say that he was proud of himself.

Hyunjin was a fast learner, which surprised everyone, including Chan, so he was getting better and better everyday.

Felix, Jisung and Minho couldn't even recognize the boy as he trained, because he didn't seemed like the sweet boy they knew, however they were happy that he felt stronger than before.

"You should do it like this." Minho spoke as he showed the younger how to manage the sword.

Hyunjin nodded and mimicked the older's action, however his hair was always getting on the way of his eyes, which didn't allowed him to concentrate. "Shit." He groaned, pushing the string of hair that kept falling, behind his ear.

The older laughed, seeing the boy's struggle. "Ask Felix or Jisung to cut your hair a bit." The younger nodded, with a soft chuckle and continued training.

A few hours passed and the boy's body was sweating so much, that his clothes sticked to his body and he sat on the floor, controlling his breath.

"It's so warm now." Minho commented, sitting on the floor as well.

"Spring is here, that's why." The prince muttered, looking out the window and gazing the blue, cloudy sky.

Hyunjin thought that the days in this palace, with these men were getting a little better. Chan still didn't see him as a friend whatsoever and Changbin still hated him to death, but the prince started to only focus on one thing— his throne and less about them.

"It's almost my birthday." The raven haired boy suddenly spoke, glacing the view through the window. "You know what my wish is?"

Minho watched the prince as he talked and his mouth opened in surprise, not knowing that Hyunjin's birthday was near. "What?"

"I want to avenge my mother and anyone who has died in the king's hands." As the prince said those words, his fists and jaw clenched. He was furious at himself for not believing earlier that the king did all those awful things, if he knew, he would've somehow, stopped him.

The older's lips formed a small smile, standing up and reaching his hand to the boy. "You will prevail, we will help you." When Minho spoke, Hyunjin looked up and his hand met the other's.

Minho pushed him up and the prince gave him a gentle smile. "When's your birthday?" He asked, stepping out of the room with the prince.

"Tomorrow." Hyunjin mumbled as they walked through a vast hallway in the castle.