"𝑰'𝒅 𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅."
𝘉𝘬𝘛𝘥
What led Todoroki to abandon his place as heir to the kingdom? Why was Bakugo so attached to the prince that he chose to live in isolation from the w...
A/N: Welcome back! I'm so happy you liked the first book. This one isn't a sequel (sorry if that's what you were hoping for (sequel is in the works though!) it's a prequel! So we get to see younger Katsuki and Shoto!
Here are some song recs for this book: - « Rêve - Remastered » by: Vangelis - « Antarctica Echoes - Remastered » by: Vangelis - « Memory of Antarctica - Remastered » by: Vangelis
I really hope you enjoy!
-Some mentions of Endeavor (I'm sorry) -Some angst (More than in the last book) -Tons of fluff -Dadzawa to the max -They aren't in love yet but it definitely hints at the possibility of them liking each other in the future -Momotodo sometimes because they're engaged at this point -The same fantasy world we had last time just a different setting!✨
This will be the only author's note! Enjoy!
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"Good morning Prince." A maid said, pulling apart the velvety red curtains of the room. The 8 am sun didn't bring much warmth to the cold room.
The young boy didn't stir in his sleep, just cuddled closer into his blankets. The woman huffed in annoyance.
"Fine then have it your way, I'll call your father." This was a lie, she wouldn't dare bother the King for something as trivial as this. But the prince didn't need to know that.
Suddenly the small figure popped up from under the gold and red sheets and leapt from his position. He sprinted into his closet and changed into the pre-selected outfit. He hates the colors his Father made him wear, they felt harsh and constricting. He'd much prefer an icy blue or off-white.
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Not only did he dislike the color, but he felt as though the style was far too grown-up. He was 12 was he not? So why were they forcing him to wear such adult-like clothing? It just didn't make sense. The maid ushered him out of the room quickly.
He kept his head down as he walked, avoiding eye contact with any of the servants who passed by. They paid him no mind, some even bumping into him on accident. He wished he knew why he felt so alienated in his own home.
