꧁ 𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨 & 𝙈𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘 ꧂ ᵗᵃᵉᵍⁱ 𝐸𝑁𝐺 𝑉𝐸𝑅

꧁ 𝖨𝖨 - ❛𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘵❜ ꧂

❛ 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 ❜

After recovering the horse, the two galloped slowly towards the castle. The King still had a headache and preferred not to be in a hurry, he could indeed make him feel worse and it was not the time to get sick, not when his son was so young and did not know how to carry on a kingdom. He himself was young, not even fifty years old, he intended to live long until Yoongi was ready to take his place.

Instead, Taehyung was amazed at the vastness of that imposing structure. He seemed completely impressed, his eyes darting from side to side, like those of a curious child who sees something for the first time.

They arrived when the sun was falling, and the King's wife let go of all formalities, running to meet them. She scolded the king until he got off his horse, then hugged him because she was worried. "Don't worry, dear, fortunately I wasn't alone. This young man healed my wounds." He pointed to Taehyung with a wave of her hand, and the Queen immediately approached him, thanking him for helping her husband.

He then very kindly invited him to stay for dinner with them, as the King imagined he would have done. " I've already proposed, that's why he's here. He agreed and it would be appropriate to give him a hot bath. I think he needs to relax." His wife agreed with him, of course, and ordered the servants to take care of the boy.

Yoongi, their son, was not around, he was probably locked in the library as usual. The king would greet him later when he leaves his universe. Yoongi had his own way to showing concern for others, but by now the king knew him quite well.

Taehyung had tried to keep a confident look since he had entered that castle, while inside he was a concentration of anxiety mixed with worry. That place wasn't for him, he probably had thought about it 20 times since he set foot in there, and he didn't stop thinking about it. 

He was surprised when he saw the two Royals hugging each other, he seemed really affectionate, he didn't think of love, but surely there was mutual respect, and this Taehyung admired it. He was convinced that royal marriages were all arranged, devoid of any form of affection, but instead he was forced to change his mind, both were not only good with others, but also knew what emotions were, they weren't selfish.

"Thank you, Queen." Taehyung whispered, bowing with a hint of smile. Once the lady called the servants, she found herself then- not before thanking them again- to be taken to a room with a big tub, which he had never seen in his life, He didn't even know what it was like, he was used to bathing at the river, and there was a huge difference. Wow... And who had ever dreamed of a tub!

When the servants began to undress him, he pulled back frightened. What the hell are they doing?! One of them, the only girl, probably understanding his dismay, explained to him that the servants had the task of doing this too, was included in the order of "assistance". He was surprised. Did the nobles even let themselves be stripped and washed?

He had asked everyone out, and if anyone asked him something about it, he would speak for them. After all, he had asked them to get out. He spent an hour in the bathroom, washed himself thoroughly, wiped his hair with a cloth, but they were still wet. Then he turned around, finding some clothes but he realized they were... equestrian? Those were dressed as princes! What an honor... I won't even feel myself in those clothes...

And so it ended. Once dressed, despite fitting him everything wonderfully, he felt embarrassed to walk with those clothes on, ironically, more with these than with his rags, that "clothes" could not even be called.

He came out of the room dressed, his hair wet falling back on his forehead, and smelling like a rose. He made the way backwards, fortunately he remembered the way. He went down the last stairs before arriving in the first room. He was looking down, trying not to fall, and especially because of his shyness in being dressed like that, but as soon as he looked up he found himself completely struck by the beauty of an ethereal being. Where did he come from...?

White skin, feline eyes, careful-looking... Careful of him, because when he had raised his head, the other boy was already looking at him. And only with this thought did he realize that he was now staring at him. He hurried to make a bow in a slightly agitated manner but trying to maintain some restraint. God knows what he'll think of me now, I looked like a fool...

The boy on the other hand came from the library, he was him, Prince Min Yoongi. Once he finished whatever he was doing, he hid everything as usual, memorizing every single location before leaving. Going into the great hall, he noticed his father and raised an eyebrow, wondering how long before he came back.

"Ah, then you're alive," he remarked without showing emotions, but he was actually happy. He wouldn't have to take care of the family business and he could still have someone by his side who understood him. The King smiled at him, by now he knew the irony of his son, kissed his forehead and said nothing else, or at least about his atone comment made earlier.

He told instead of what had happened, every single detail, and Yoongi was not surprised that in their house there was yet another unfortunate to which they would give a hot meal and a place to sleep. His parents had in common to always know when to trust someone, fortunately they had never brought into the house rough people, on the contrary they had brought very kind ones that had remained one night and then they had gone away. He assumed that this other guy would not have done otherwise.

How wrong he was...

Hearing footsteps the prince turned, seeing the unfortunate boy who was going to be his guest descending with his royal clothes, and looked upon him, for no one had ever before worn those clothes so well. He had a little rough posture, as was normal, he looked where he was stepping because he had not been educated as he, he was to memorize every single step, rightly the boy was prudent and the prince was not one of those bigots who were around, he took no notice of his lack of royal education; it was clear he had none, but the prince knew that it was certainly not his fault.

But he was struck by the beauty emanated from that boy, especially when he looked up at him. I think he is younger, maybe he has reached adulthood recently, but for his features and broad shoulders he seems a man well made. He also looks like a prince. If his father hadn't said anything, he would have mistaken him for one of his countless cousins. 

He was beautiful. He was really beautiful, thought the prince, and the other stood looking at him enchanted, as they all did. He was aware that he was one of the most beautiful principles in Europe, he could make everyone speechless, regardless of their gender and the motivation of their glances. Many women would have liked him as a husband, many men wanted to know the secrets of his elegance. Well, for the last one it was easy: he had been well educated.

The boy in front of him, however, despite not being a prince, wore those clothes divinely.

"You must be Taehyung"

❛ 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦

𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘭,

𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬. ❜