Out Of The Castle (Soobin X Reader)

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The baker stepped out from his hut to get a breath of fresh air. Dawn had only just begun to break over the village, yet he had been baking for hours. As much as others in the village appreciated the smell of bread, Jimin had to live with it all day everyday. It was insufferable to him.

The streets were clear and the smell of the crisp and fresh morning air with a hint of dew was floating through the air. He enjoyed this time in the morning when everything didn't feel so hot and muggy. The fresh air was a well deserved break for him. It was nice to step out of his hut when no one else was around. The silence was music to his ears.

Except this morning it wasn't silent. He could hear shoes clicking on the cobbled stone. It was particularly loud in the stillness of the morning air. Jimin looked to his left, then to his right, catching a glimpse of a figure shrouded in a hood. They walked carefully, not allowing their hood to slip up for a moment. Their steps were stealthy, though not quiet. They were careful and hesitant. To accompany the footsteps was a small muttering of a voice, speaking in a way that Jimin did not understand.

"Aspi?" He asked the figure, wondering if they needed directions. The person stopped in their tracks as if they hadn't yet noticed Jimin.

  "Aitt. Defia Ign." The response was short, borderline curt, but the person used formal words. Jimin was not afraid of whoever shrouded their identity in a cloak, because they spoke the language of the east.

The cloaked figure continued down the cobbled street in Jimin's direction. He couldn't help but think that he had heard the voice of the person before. It was filled with a familiarity. As the cloaked figure grew closer, there was a very conveniently timed gust of wind. The hood of the cloak flew up, revealing the princess.

  "Defia-Elin!" The baker gasped, immediately taking a knee in front of the princess.

  "Aitt!" The princess chided, grabbing the shoulders of the baker in front of her, gently helping him off of his knee. "Renia Sil Ign Immid."

"Defia Onwen," he breathed, his head still lowered to the princess who was not yet used to the worship of other.

  The princess, having exhausted the last of the Ordiant she had learned, gave the baker a reassuring nod before she pulled her cloak over her head and continued into the streets, continuing her incomprehensible muttering and disappearing from view.

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  "My lady?" Hiyyih asked as she gently tapped on the door.

  Usually the princess awoke around lunch time. It took a while to get adjusted to the sleep schedule of the princess but Hiyyih knew the princess had a lot to take care of, so she let the princess sleep. However, it was past the time that the princess would usually awake and there was still no answer. It made Hiyyih worry. However, she knew the sleep habits of the princess were very strange, so she was not too worried. Still, she figured she would ask the prince. If anyone knew of the princess's well-being, of course it would be Prince Soobin.

  That day, Prince Soobin had finally taken up his duty of training the knights and Hiyyih knew that because she had never heard Kai speak with more relief about anything in her whole life.

  The training yard was filled with the arrhythmic clanking of metal and the jarring sounds of combat. The day was warm and Hiyyih could tell that the knights found it insufferable to be wearing metal armour. Instead of wasting any time, Hiyyih looked around the yard for the prince but could not spot him upon first glance.

  "Sir Jeon!" She called from the door, catching the attention of the most revered and respected knight. He called some sort of truce with his sparring mate and met the maid at the door, lifting his helmet off of his head.