- SeongJoong - Fantasy - Mature -
This whole deal seemed like a farce to Seonghwa. His father asked the demon king to hold him 'hostage', just so a fearless knight could show up, defeat his head knight, the dragon hybrid and bring prince Seonghwa ba...
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Seonghwa
He couldn't really sleep that night, as he laid awake, thinking about every possible outcome of the current situation.
None of them were good. He turned to his side, sighing deeply. His little meeting with the king wasn't helpful at all, as he decided to cut it short after a few vaguely answered questions.
He didn't know how late it was, but the sun wasn't to be seen, once he finally decided to get up. A few flowers bloomed around the bed, foxglove.
His shitty mood probably made them bloom, without him even noticing. The doors to his balcony stood open, letting in a fresh cooling breeze and a few distant voices.
Nosy as he was, he put on a silky robe, a soft green shade, and walked onto the balcony. The view he had from his spot was incredible.
If he ever thought the demon land was just scorched and dull, he could change his mind now. It was kind of nice, if you could look past the higher temperature he wasn't used to.
The earth did look scorched and burned, but there were some patches of green land, especially surrounding the capital city. He had an amazing view over town, red bricked houses back-to-back to each other, a small market close to the gates.
He was able to see the central place in front of the castle, as well as a small part of the garden underneath him.
Two people just occupied said garden space at the moment. The king and his servant Mingi.
He couldn't make out what they were saying, but he could at least observe. He pulled the robe a little tighter around himself, as he walked closer to the railing of the balcony.
The king sat on a hanging chair, made of vines hanging from a big tree, the seat apparently made of branches and twigs. Seonghwa could swear it only held together by the warlock's magic, a flimsy structure like that wouldn't be able to hold up a grown man.
He swung around lazily, not paying attention to the talking hound in front of him at all. He didn't even made an effort to wear something suitable to his position, yet again but he still looked gorgeous.
A linen shirt in a dark deep red color, tugged into his black trousers. His tail was twisted around the vines of the chair he sat in.
In the light of the rising sun, the golden lines on his tail looked like liquid gold dripping down his features.
As much as he wanted to, he couldn't deny that the demon king was a pretty one. He imagined him differently.
Seonghwa leaned against the railing, as he stretched his wings for a moment, eyes still trained on the two figures underneath him. They looked peaceful.
But he wouldn't be fooled by their pretty shell. Demons were nothing but rotten creatures and he should be aware of them, at any time.
That wouldn't work out so great for him given that he only just now noticed the presence next to him. He jumped back slightly and turned his head, already fed up with the smug grin the dragon showed him.
