꧁ 𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨 & 𝙈𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘 ꧂ ᵗᵃᵉᵍⁱ 𝐸𝑁𝐺 𝑉𝐸𝑅

꧁ 𝖨𝖨𝖨 - ❛𝘋𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳❜ ꧂

❛𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦

𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.❜

"You must be Taehyung," the prince spoke for the first time, stopping to look at him; it was also rude to do so after all.

Taehyung probably didn't expect such a low voice timbre, like everyone else. Yoongi was so young and had such a clean face that they often believed he had a more feminine stamp, like Jungkook, his best friend, on the other hand, was quite the opposite, it was a continuous surprise.

Taehyung in fact, hearing a voice that woke him from his thoughts after that bowing, thought he expected it differently. More... Sweet? High-pitched? He didn't know either... His appearance was so elegant, fine, almost feminine, yet he seemed at the same time a man with a capital 'U', which led him to think that he had a voice with the cadence more... high.

Instead it was hoarse and low to give chills, he was really surprised, he hoped that he had not manifested in his eyes that surprise, especially when with that hoarse voice, the prince whispered his name.

"Yes, i am, I very pleased..." In doubt, he bowed again, before extending his hand to him. Is that how i have to greet a prince? What the hell am I supposed to do, I hope I don't make myself more ridiculous. Hell, he was sweating cold, maybe out there he could barely tell, and yet he was dying inside looking for the right things to say and do.

Unexpectedly, even for the prince, the new boy's voice was even lower than his own. So far he had met only men beyond the quarantine with such a voice. He instead despite his young age already had a stamp from a man.

He seems very polite, he found himself thinking Yoongi, and he imagined that he was born rich and then ended up in ruins, but he found himself changing his mind when the boy put his hand in front of him. No, he never saw a castle in his life. Not to embarrass him, however, he shook his hand firmly.

"Min Yoongi, future heir to the throne of London." He saw him a little surprised. He didn't know if for the city he had named - where the hell does he live? How far did he travel? Do he even know where he is? - or the surprise is for just finding out i was the prince? Did he think I was an advisor? He had looked at me long enough to see the family crest on my royal clothes.

Knowing that the son had nothing else to add, the mother intervened, asking Taehyung if he had any allergies; in case, she would warn the cook so as not to have a corpse to hide.

The prince won't be talking much, he'll see the boy at the table, he'll be on his way somewhere tomorrow morning, so chatting with him won't do any good. He had nothing different from the poor people who passed by.

Min Yoongi... Yoongi, is a beautiful name. Future heir to the throne of Lon-... London? Where the hell am I? " I read about you in books... Yes" Taehyung whispered between if and if with a thread of voice, he didn't even know if the prince had heard him. " Yes, Min Yoongi the future heir to the London throne, I read it somewhere."

When the Queen asked him if he have any allergies, he simply replied that even if he had any allergies, he would never refuse anything, so she could relax herself. Obviously he expressed it in a slightly more royal way.