Behind closed curtains [HYUNLIX]

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Felix:

I felt drowned while my head hit the hard, wooden side of the carriage over and over again.

I used to travel in the best carriages my dad owns, the most comfortable, luxurious, good smelling, light ones with huge windows, curtains out of silk, comfortable benches out of silk as well and with pillows on them.

The carriages were huge.

Just like what a prince deserves.

Yes I'm a prince. Well I was one...

But my father disowned me and sent me away.

In a shitty, old, smelling, dark, uncomfortable, wooden carriage. With all my stuff on its roof, getting soaked by the immense rain, which was falling outside of the tiny windows.

You may wonder why I was disowned and sent away...

Doomed to travel in such a low category carriage.

Abandoned from my once called home.

I would be haunted if I ever dared to come back. Killed. Murdered. Immediately.

Well this only happened because I couldn't keep my mouth shut.

So basically it was my fault to end like this, even though I couldn't do anything against the matter of my abandonment.

My parents had always loved me, given me everything I wished for.

Let me stay, playing outside with the boys while I actually had to start looking for a wife.

But I've never been interested in finding one.

And my parents were fine with that. They assumed I just needed more time. Time to find the right girl for me.

Young marriage was common in our land, that's why everyone put me under pressure and my parents started to set me up with girls for dates.

I played the good son and followed their wishes.

Took girls out on dates, got to know them. I spoke about them at the dinner table, would question my parents about them.

I even slept with some. And I'm not proud about it.

But my parents grew hope in me.

Hope that I would soon find a wife. Because a son, the prince and future king of their land without a wife on his eighteens birthday would be a shame.

But sadly, I've never felt attracted to them. Their bodies would never arouse me, neither their characters.

I wouldn't get why my friends praised their smooth skin, fragile statue with curves and no strength in their muscles. They talked about their hair and lips for ours. Same with their breasts.

But I never understood them. The only I thing I wanted to do for these girls is give them some food, training so that they could grow muscles to defend themselves from perverts and most importantly, a free will.

I hate seeing how women are treated in my country, I wanted to change their image as soon I would have been the king.

But it sadly would never happen.

Because the day came.

The day I turned eighteen. The day I should have been married and planning on my future.

But I was single. With no plan of my future.

And while my friends talked about the multiple girls which slept in their beds every night, I would rather see the warriors at their training.

I admired their bodies, their muscles and strength, their sharp features.

I sometimes sat on their training-field for hours, just to watch them practising.

I knew why I was sitting there, I long ago had figured out that I didn't want to be one of them but with them.

When I touched myself, I would rather think of them as of the poor, fragile girls.

And on my eighteens birthday, when my father yelled at me for not finding a wife yet, I couldn't stay quiet any more.

So I told them.

I told them that I was attracted to men, not women. I told them about being a feminist and wanting to change our countries laws as soon as I would be king.

I always thought being a feminist would be good.

And my attraction to men wouldn't have been a problem either, because I would hide it.

I would have ruled our land as a single king, which wasn't unusual actually.

But my father wasn't so fond of it and that's how I ended up abandoned and disowned. Never allowed to come back to my country.

I was sent to the lost country far away.

The country where every abandoned person gets sent to, because the king has a good heart and takes those people.

People say he is a wizard, because he turns ones bad and evil people into nice and kind ones.

He lets them stay on his land as his folk. They work for him but they're free and happy.

His laws aren't strict so the people are really grateful to live there.

The king has a son. He's known over the whole country for his supposedly breathtaking visuals.

I've never seen him before, my parents made sure about that.

And I didn't want to see him either.

I didn't want to go to their country.

I just wanted to stay at home, talking about a solution with my parents.

But I'm not allowed to.

Instead I have to live in that disgusting castle of abandoned kids.

Great.

My live just got ruined.