A crown or this? | minsung

🌙city of flammes

A/n: trigger warning, this chapter is very graphic/violent descriptions

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They rode out the next morning, watching the sun start behind them and gradually go in front of them. They had lived quite far from the city for so long that it felt strange to go back.

"Let's get some rest for now, we've been riding all day" Hyunjin says and they all stop. Jisung set up his tent and Minho helped him.

"How are you feeling...? You've been quiet since this morning" jisung asked.

"Yes, I'm fine..." he avoided eye contact and barely spoke up.

"You really think you can lie to me?" The younger one nudged him teasingly.

"It's simply...a lot to take in"

"I'm aware...my father is finally dead..."

"I'm so sorry jisung" Minho said calmly.

"Don't worry, he has been dead to me for so long that it does not change much to me. I am more concerned for the kingdom"

Minho nods and holds Jisung's hand, kissing his cheek, making the blond one smile.

"Do you really think I can be king...?"

"Of course, it's your heritage"

"No I meant...am I fit to be king...?"

"Have I not told you enough? I believe that you are the only person who can save the city, who can be the saviour of this overturned kingdom...my home"

Minho looks into the horizon and sighs.

"I still don't feel...ready"

"It's not about being ready, it's about doing what's right"

"I will be honest...I wished this day to never come, for the footsteps to never reach out door...to have stayed in that country side forever with you"

"I know love" Jisung placed his fur rug and got under it, feeling the warmth of the fire soothe out his skin. "Never be scared to tell me how you truly fear, nothing you say can make me feel any different about you."

"Yes well, let's hope the city is fine...that someone rises..."

"You're scared..."

"Of course I am...everything is in my hands, if I even make a wrong move, everyone falls with me"

"That is why I am here to hold your hand."

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They made it to the front of the gates, the guards were nowhere to be seen, or followed by a trail of blood down the road. Minho put a hood over his head and looked at what he once called home.

There was smoke everywhere, flags of the sun city burning for miles on end in this smaller part of the city. People crying on the side of the road and on their knees to pray to whoever could help them. Their horse's hooves knocking against the ground was the only other movement heard across the entire street, along with cries or begs.

Minho widened his eyes.

"I told you...we've lost hope." Hyunjin said as he placed his scarf as a mask to block out the heavy smoke.

"This is...horrible, these people need help"

"This is just the lower city...wait until you see what it's like near the castle."

Their horses walk along the street for a while, going up the hill and getting closer and closer to the castle. What used to be golden and beautiful streets were blood baths, only red fell down the sewers. Rats ran along, like children would once on the same pavement.