Trash of the Royal Family (Ao3)

VII

Alver and Callen returned to their palace earlier than usual. Zed Crossman and Robbit went looking for them, but Ron said Callen had fallen asleep and needed to be taken back to the Palace of Joy.

Callen had a strange dream that night.

He was lying on a large bed, and the white-haired man was crouching by his side, staring at him. He was so close, but the darkness made it impossible for him to see his entire face. He was looking at him, but he had a soft smile on his face.

The man appeared to be speaking to him. He sat down and realized it was all a dream.

He focused his attention on the hunched man, who slowly rose to his feet and stood. He was tall and intimidating. He was dressed normally when he reached out his hands, cupped his cheeks, and kissed his forehead tenderly. Anyway, it's annoying, so Callen smacked the old man across the face and glared at him.

The pitiful old man was trembling pitifully on the floor. In any case, the old man irritated him. When the cold low voice called, he wanted to hit him even harder.

[Baby?]

Callen smirks, but slowly opens his eyes to find himself alone on the bed, the sun already at its zenith.

That was strange.

He looked up to see his brother changing his clothes. He instinctively looked in the mirror and saw his usual black hair. Was the white hair from last night an illusion?

"What exactly are you thinking?"

Alver cradled him in his arms and stroked his head. He made him lean on him. Alver unbuttoned his shirt and patted a new mark on his chest. When he looked down, he felt a rush of mana wash over him, and the mark vanished.

"Callen."

"Hm?"

"Make sure no one sees this mark on you."

He just nodded and said nothing.

"Hyunnie..."

"Hm?"

"Sorry..."

"Why are you sorry?"

"I'm weird..." Callen nudges his head closer to Alver's chin.

"You are not..." Alver said, "To me, you are precious."

Saying these words made Callen's heart at ease.

"Hyunnie."

"Hm?"

"Love you lots!"

"Hm. Hyunnie loves Callie too."

Callen then took the day off and dozed off. When Ron was nowhere to be found, he went to the kitchen to request food.

He knocked and entered the room where the servants were running.

He flinched as a knife was aimed at him, but it hit the door behind him. He slowly raised his head and noticed Vicross, who was arguing with one of the chefs with a scowl on his face. He was about to flee when Vicross caught sight of him and sighed deeply before admitting defeat.

"Blessings to Rowoon's Seventh Sun."

When they saw him, everyone in the kitchen turned around and bowed their heads. Callen didn't feel any satisfaction since the knife was still right beside his head.

Vicross took off his gloves and took him in his arms.

"Why is Lord Seventh here?" he asked, his voice gentle and nice.