A crown or this? | minsung

🌙a festive arrival

Minho walked up to a huge stage, his seat being in the best spot according to the slaves that brought him there. Their was his father next to the sun king along with the queen. His seat was next to a familiar blond haired man, sitting elegantly in his seat.

Minho slowly sat and didn't spare him a glance.

"How's the new silk?" Jisung didn't even look at him once, he simply stared in front of him.

"It is...perfect"

"You said your people value honesty...so speak the truth." Jisung finally turned his gaze and Minho shifted awkwardly.

"I feel so naked in it..."

"You will get used to it."

"I don't need to, I'll be back to my people as soon as I can."

"Do you think of yourself as loyal Minho?"

"I have been taught to be."

"You cannot teach loyalty, I believe you have either born with it or lack it..."

"I am loyal to my people." Minho saw men gather on the field in front of him, the ground made of burning sand. Their were soldiers posted at the gates around them, trapping the men inside for a sort of game that Minho would soon find out.

"If you are loyal to your people then you will stay here as long as necessary for an arrangement to be made. Your crown is at stakes here, your futur." Jisung chose every word with purpose, he was just so utterly cold and blunt.

A servant brought them food, her body only standing by thin bones, she looked at the plate with hunger and closed her eyes. Minho took what was on the plate and handed it to the servant.

"Eat love" he told her and she looked at him confused.

"It is no trick, I want you to have it" he gave her the bread and she sat besides him, eating it quickly and Minho watching her as she did, making sure she ate all of it.

Minho then turned back to jisung calmly and stared into his golden eyes.

"As much as I wish I could, I don't have control over anything that is to come...the futur king is one of us, only a crown can be bestowed on a king's head..."

"I will never be king." Jisung whispered and looked ahead, Minho frowning but trying to calm his tense body.

"You have as much chance as me..."

"That is where you are wrong I'm afraid." Jisung let his hand roam into his blond strands and place it smoothly. "You might not understand now, but you will get it eventually, everything is in your hands Minho"

"The games will begin!" Someone yelled so loud that it could be heard through the entire stadium. Minho's father looked at him and gave him a simple look that meant: behave.

He shrugged it off and his attention was caught by the many men in the ring, all half naked.

"The tournament of masters!" The same man yelled and all of the people in the ring started to attack one another, but in strange ways. They were ripping the clothes away and trying to pin them down, face down.

Minho quickly understand what this was.

Mount or be mounted.

Fuck or be fucked.

It was repulsive to him, these men were surely doing it for the money, for the show it gave and the suspense of who would succeed.

He felt his skin crawl and his breath hallow quickly, he wanted nothing more then to leave and yell at everyone who was enjoying this and tell them how sick this was. He looked at the woman next to him who looked at the ground without a word. He gave her a pillow to sit on quickly and handed her even more food.

She looked so confused as to why we was being treated well, which only made this whole situation sadder.

When his hands curved on his chair, a second before he was about to rise, the sun prince laid a hand on his arm. He touched him delicately but seriously.

"Do not get up."

Minho looked at him confused, what had he gotten himself into?

"This is madness." He whispered to him but Jisung kept his arm on him.

"This is the sun lands...now stay seated"

He slapped his hand away but stayed where he was, trying to look at anything but the horrendous scene in front of his eyes. He heard screams of pain from the men who were penetrated painfully now. It was a city of domination, that word meant all to them.

After more painful minutes it was finally over and other normal games he'd seen before started to happen.

Once it was finally over he got up from his seat the fastest and walked along the halls of the castle quickly, heading to his room.

"Did you enjoy the games?" Her blond hair flashed in the corner of his eye and he stopped in his tracks, he was faced with the Queen.

She didn't have the same tone as her son did, he knew she was much more dangerous then Jisung was, just by seing her eyes.

"Of course, I Heard it is a tradition around here" he gave her his best smile, so she returned it.

"I am sure my daughter would have liked you very much...she always spoke in admiration about the north, the crows that live among you"

"It would have been an honour to have the princess as my wife, my condolences..."

"She passed away so quickly...it took her"

"The sickness, truly sad what it can do..." this was a chest game, the queen's presence being the strongest.

She could do anything and Minho knew that quite well by now.

"Yes...our loss had deeply troubled us, especially Jisung, my poor boy, they have never been separated since they've been born.." he nodded slowly to agree and then she shifted slightly, brushing the hair away from her shoulder, as blond as Jisung's.

"I've always wondered..." he held his breath as he formulated the next few words. "Why not engaged prince Jisung to a noble woman of this country?" It had been running around in his head for too long now.

"We need an alliance between your kingdom and ours...besides" she calmly approached him and went aside him. "The sun king would never let him take the throne."

"Why...?"

"He despises his own son...with all of his heart"

She continued to walk until she was gone behind another huge wall.

Minho went to his room and locked the door, going on the bed and closing his eyes.

"Who is an enemy here...? Who can I trust?" He shifted in his bed and sighed. He then thought back on the blond prince, his eyes and how they looked at him, slightly intrigued and irritated at the same time, so calm and collected.

"You...can I trust you...sun prince?" He looked out the window and laid in bed, putting his knifes besides his bed.

"I'll find out soon enough who you truly are...just you wait...Jisung"