Trash of the Royal Family (Ao3)

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Callen was in a good mood after going back to the Henituse Villa. Over the last seven years, he has regained his memories as Kim Rok Soo. However, there were some details he couldn't quite recall. Especially the owner of the voice that constantly calls his name in his sleep.

"You're smiling," Cale said to him as he sat down on the couch.

"Am I?"

"You are."

Callen smiled once more. He remembered the Hyung he met while playing in the city. The apple pie, which used to taste bland, tasted good right now. He still has the slice of pie that the man gave him.

"I met a good Hyung."

"A good Hyung?"

He has dark hair and dark skin.

Cale paused for a moment. It piqued Callen's interest. Cale Henituse seemed to be constantly on the verge of something.

They just needed to stop the terror incident that will happen sooner or later.

Days have passed, and the Royal Banquet in the city center has occurred. Except for the bombs changing places and a few minor deviations from the plan, everything was going swimmingly. Worse, after using his silver shield, Cale Henituse spat out blood.

Callen entered the palace to meet with Cale. He's staying at the Palace of Joy, where the famously glib crown prince used to live. While rumors about him circulate, Cale and the others are telling him good old stories about the kind and warm-hearted prince.

But what made the prince the way he is now?

He's initially perplexed because nothing resembles the novel he used to read. He took a look around and entered the palace, which was very familiar to him. He kept walking as if he knew where he was going. When he looked around, the familiar surroundings gave him a sense of home and familiarity.

"Who is this?"

When he turned around, he saw two blonde men. One was smiling, while the other was frowning.

"Hello..." he said as he looked at them.

"Are you here to visit, Young Lord Cale?"

"Yes."

"Alone?"

"I have company."

Callen had no idea why he answered them like a spoiled brat. He had no idea why his tone had softened despite living a stoic life that no child would want to play with.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Allie," Cale said, despite the fact that he isn't allowed to use his real name.

"My name is Robbit, and this is Hellion," the smiling man said as he patted his head.

"Hm... Ribbit?"

That made the two men stop. They all looked at him as if he were insane. "Sounds like something a frog would say," Callen said innocently.

He beams. Instead of a smile, the two princes gave him a sad expression.

"Would you like to call me Brother Ribbit then?" the Second Prince asked, "It's been so long since someone called me that, and I quite like you."

The third Prince looked at the second Prince, who was in pain. They both wore it. But Callen didn't ask why.

"You should pay young Lord Cale a visit."

"Thank you; I'll be on my way now."

He turned around. "Second brother, have you gone insane?!" said the third prince loudly enough for him to hear.