Chronicle of the Wingless Fairy | taegyu

Chapter 9: The Hold

Unfortunately for Beomgyu, he seems to have woken up so early.

The sun hasn't come to its presence yet, and only the sound of crickets ticked and the silence of his room wrapped his ears. Groaning, Beomgyu hesitantly lifted his body from lying down on the bed-chamber. His heart felt heavy, like it never wasn't heavy.

"When will this day end?" He whines and wrapped his fingers around his locks of hair, pulling them aggressively, followed shortly by his wails of confusion.

He walked towards the door to exit his room with an unsteady tread, shoulders down.

As he strutted along the halls of the estate, Beomgyu found himself to be at odd comfort. Being alone has been fun, at most times. But not when he's lost a hold of his consciousness. Not when he's at the brink of crashing down to pieces. Not when his nightmares have come to his senses.

Beomgyu hugged himself, putting his arms across each other in front of his chest. The cold air seeped through his clothes and he didn't realize how frigid it could be as it kissed his wounds softly yet hostile. Why were the injuries inked on his skin taking so long to heal? How will he know if he's healed inside?

Not even a pin drop could be heard at this time of the day, so it felt illegal to be walking around alone. However, Beomgyu couldn't care less. It was the halls' invitation that he's walking here.

He didn't even realize how neat and white the walls and marbles looked around every corner of the estate, like one would feel guilty for even stepping on the floor and dirtying it. Beomgyu glide his fingers through the marble walls as he wandered unhurriedly.

The Mists looked almost identical to the Hearths, except that back at home, red and black were the dominant color scheme of their kingdom and here were blue and gold. Intricate designs and paintings were all over the corridors of the Mists' fortress, its backstories waiting to be hypothesized by a curious soul. When Beomgyu tried to gawk at them and evaluate whatever was going on himself, he heard footsteps coming from the other side of the hallway he was on.

It's not like he was doing something so wrong and forbidden that he'd serve jail time if he was caught standing here, but the fact that it was now a time of day when it is very early and very not logical to speak to or see someone scared him.

Beomgyu scrambled from left to right, not knowing where to go and whether should he leave or just stand there unnoticed.

"Hey, Beomgyu..."

Oh, well, he was caught. He flipped his back and faced whoever was there. Who was she and how did she know his name?

"Hi..?" He says with his brows creased. The girl settled down her wings and stood on the ground with her feet and put both hands in front of her stomach and bowed down in front of him. What is she doing?

"I apologize for walking around here at this hour, Your Highness." She says so carefully, her head bowing down with her chest. He glanced around as if he was looking for answers to his confusion right now. Why was she bowing in front of him and offering her salutations that were only given to royals?

"Don't call me that, please... I'm not from sovereignty." Beomgyu reached his hand out to let the girl stand back up and quit the bow.

This has happened to him before. And that was something he doesn't want to remember.

The hold his nightmares have on him is too tight.

A prince is a member of a royal family, particularly the son of the king or queen of a nation. He is not to be touched as he was as honorable as his elders. To behold them with your own eyes is an honor and you'd get conferences and talks just to speak about how well they treat commoners.