The Princes Street Rat

6 - Barbarian royals

Had to republish this because of a format error. Anyway...

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Han Jisung still at that time, now later into the day couldn't believe he was selected to be a bridal candidate. Petite, small, fierce yet kind... he still didn't think he would be able to ever squeeze himself into a feminine mold.

He observed himself through the voluptuous mirror, in form fitting clothes Felix recommended. The coconut oil did miracles for his skin and his stomach rumbled. He thought he looked quite pretty, amusing.

In reality this was no laughing matter. This babarian kingdom would defintely find the offer of a scrawny male instead of a princess an insult– execution would possibly be the grim outcome to his stupidity. And the male version of him was just one aspect of him he was able to show. He couldn't show the thief, the manipulator, the victim or the dragon.

He did understand that he'd make his departure as soon as he found out where the crystals resided in labyrinth Palace. He didn't expect anyone needed a place to this big to live in. Royalty or not.

But his matter on the size mattered at that moment. He just wondered if the prince would protect him after putting him in the danger of choosing him as his bride.

Or did was it a norm here?

"It's time. The prince requests your presence at the dining table." Felix interjected. Jisung nodded and followed quickly after Felix's powerful steps. It was already hard enough to keep up with the glitz and glam of the Palace walls distracting him enough.

Felix stopped and guided him towards the dining hall. "Goodluck." He muttered along with a tiny bow.

Jisung walked into what seemed to be an empty dining hall with upmost confusion. Until he saw the sight of the prince sat at the table.

Despite appearing uninterested, and bored, the Barbarian prince was quite a sight to behold. Dark hair, carmine powder shadowing cold brown eyes, a toned physique; this man was unlike other princes he encountered during social events. Most were greedy, lecherous, hedonistic... from first impressions it didn't appear the man across the room could be slotted into such categories.

Tales of his temper were renowned but that didn't change the fact Lee Minho defied expectations. Especially since his anger was effectively charged towards the right input last night. It was pretty damn manly and something Jisung found attractive.

"Are you going to stand there all day brat?" The prince uttered without as much as looking up from the table.

Jisung shuffled closer to him till he reached his side. Minho raised his eyes faintly to observe him. His eyes lingered and Jisung grew nervous under it.

"Just as pretty as I imagined you'd be. Though I think you'd look prettier in another desha."

"Thanks." Jisung said as he opened way for his seat.

"Oh no. You aren't allowed to take your seat before the king and queen does."

"Oh, I apologize. I wasn't aware of the royals sitting first."

"Royals? Technically, I'm not allowed to have a seat either. But...who gives a damn. I'm guessing you aren't from nobility since you aren't aware of this custom."

"No."

"Middle class man?"

"Um..."

The prince lifted his head to look at him with intense eyes. "You aren't a middle class man?"