It was a day like any other, the poor families working hard to earn just a bit of what they would be considered deserving to get. Children were playing outside, making friends and trying their best to earn some money in a way that was suitable for children and young adolescents. Nagi Seishiro was nothing like them, however, he still did help out when his family was stuck in a crisis. This day was one of those.
Seishiro's dear mother, a very talented and skilled sewer from the north-west border of the capital, had to work a lot more than usual. He himself had no idea as to why, he had no interest in asking either. The young white-haired lad just did as he was told and that was going to the daily market in the center of the capital of the Mikage Kingdom. Though to him it was a hassle and a huge annoying bother, he obliged as he loved his mother nonetheless. Nevertheless, he didn't see any sense in making everyone around him suffer because of his lack of excitement. "What a hassle", the young Nagi boy said, taking his mother's basket and the little money the elderly woman had put aside for him and going outside the door.
"Didn't even say goodbye, must be a bothering request she got there", thinking to himself, Seishiro made his way to the daily market, slowly but steadily. He saw no need in rushing anything. There was some bread at home, so his mother wouldn't have starve if he took a little longer than expected. However, what was expected was the huge crowd at the market, the loudness, the inconsiderate noises and the horrible attempts of advertising one's own products. "What a hassle...", the young lad trotted over the place looking for the things that his mother usually got. Just then he realised it was a lot more difficult to pick out the right things than the walking. Why would thinking be such a bother? It's no surprise there's no excitement in Seishiro's li-
Cheering. "Ehh? Why is everyone cheering suddenly?", not that the dark-eyed man actually cared, he just wanted to get his shopping done and hop into his bed. And so, he looked around to understand the situation; a white horse was the first thing he saw, a beautiful and well-groomed one at that. Eyeing it from its hooves to the saddle, Seishiro recognised some highly expensive boots; and looking further up, there he was, a purple-haired young man in white and purple clothing, suiting for the Prince Mikage Reo was. Mikage Reo, son of King Mikage, living a high life and still having the most considerate and genuine personality around the poor. His presence in the poor people's territory felt like a world miracle – a truly wonderful sight-
"What a bother", young Seishiro just took whatever he needed from the shop he was standing at – paying for it, he was dismissive but he wasn't one to steal – and went on his way. He had everything necessary, so there was no need wasting time at a place this loud and this bothersome. He didn't even care which way he went to get home, that much that he didn't realise he ran into the calm and well-trained horse of Mikage's. "What a hassle...", as much as he tried to conceal it, the adolescent was embarrassed. It was not everyday that he would walk around the market and run into the majestic creature that transports an even more majestic creature around. Not that Seishiro thought that way, it was just a fact.
When the white-haired man looked up at the horse, he didn't find the purple-haired royal. It was as if the man just disappeared, so it was only natural for Nagi to look around for the prince. It took no second to find him handing out large sums of money and necessities to the people that needed it the most, based on their looks entirely. "So the rumors are true, huh", Seishiro shrugged and turned around. He wanted to go home now when: "Hey there, white-haired lad!"
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My Priceless Treasure
FanfictionReo is a prince, on his way of becoming future emperor the moment his father retires. Everyone around the kingdom loves him for his kindness and understanding, his intellectual and his generosity. He's the perfect prince, even the low class feels ap...