The Princes Street Rat

5 - The boy who just won't stop talking

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Jisung woke up during midday with feint knocking sounds on the door. He rose up instantly, feeling as though he had overslept a life changing event. It seemed to be as bright as the heavens as light rays shone through the tall window panes yet he couldn't quite put it in his mind to comprehend who or where he was.

He looked around aimlessly at the room as his world started to slowly make sense. He was able to register he was in pain, that he had been pounded at dog raw last night, that it was by the crowned Prince no less. He also remembered the jewels he came here for, they were stored away safely in the pockets of his sleep wear.

Feint knocks drummed against the door once more and he rose up. That knock was most likely meant for him since the Prince was no where to be seen.

He opened the door to the sight of a man who smile shone brighter than day with his exotic blonde locks, freckles and glistening brown eyes.

"Han Jisung?" He asked before anything else.

"Um, yeah?"

"Ahh, so you're the soon to be wed. Congratulations. I was sent here to check on you and get you ready for dinner."

"Dinner? What dinner?"

"You have to get acquainted with the royal family, right? And although the current sight of you might be appealing to the prince, I'm sure his family would argue otherwise about your appearance."

Jisung looked down and seemed to have registered his appearance for the first time. The lose nightwear and didn't do much to cover him up. Bruises, bites and hickeys were a visual reminder of last night. He retracted and covered himself in shame.

The blonde fairy-like boy whizzed past him with a basket in hand and into the room. "Don't worry, it's nothing I haven't seen before. I'll help you get rid of those, I have a trick or two. I'll go run a bath for you."

Jisung reeled back at that information. The crystals sat in his pocket. If this man took his clothing, it won't take much to realise that he was carrying crystals that didn't belong to him. And even if he didn't realize it, he'd never be able to retrieve them back again once there are taken for laundry.

The blonde boy exited into the wash quarters of the room, a chance for Jisung to redeem himself. He pulled the crystals out, looking around hastily around the wide room. Everything was so extravagant but there wasn't a solid place for him to hide these. Maybe he should place them back where he found them.

No, but retrieving them would be so difficult.

He heard footsteps fast approaching back into the room. He freaked, threw the crystals under the bed where he laid and sat on the bed with much force before the blonde fairy had time to think he was up to something bad. Instead it backfired as he underestimated how much pain the Prince inflicted on his butt.

The blonde boy quite literally walked unto Jisung releasing a pained moan. It caused Jisung's ears to redden furiously but it was better this than being a suspect of petty theft.

"Your bath is ready."

"Sure thing, sir... mister."

"You can just call me Felix. Everyone calls me Felix."

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He sat in the bath without thought. His eyes blankly stared at the wall. His tiny body relaxed a bit at the warm water. It stinged the bites and bruises he got during coitus. He couldn't really complain since they felt like battle scars on a white knight.