REIGN || 전정국 || BangtanBoys || Royal Series || AU

⚜ five ⚜

•Avalanche•

"It'll be a dangerous route to Elbrus as we all know that the Mountain Angels are located at the summit."

I may have appeared disinterested but I know my uncle, Mikhail, knew that I was attentively listening. I toyed the pen in my hand as I contemplated about a lot of things. The air is dead and officials including the head of the Soviet himself are waiting to whatever I have to say. My eyes, darted at the huge window that occupied a part of the room's high walls.

Rays of sunshine, aesthetically glimmering on the floor...

Spinning the pen in my hand endlessly...

Thinking about the missing Falcons...my mother's disoriented perspective and my old man's  distracted demeanor.

An imbalance and a chaotic situation is at play.

And it has to stop and be addressed as soon as possible.

I don't feel good about this.

Something is really wrong and happening out there.

I cleared my throat startling one of the oldest officials as he was about to light himself a cigar. I glared at him and openly reminded;

"Weren't your doctors clear about not allowing you to poison your lungs anymore? Aren't you interested in seeing your grandsons grow up to become just like you, huh, old grumpy man?"

The officials surrounding us, sushed. With such a comment that automatically made a tension in the air, I can confidently say every single one of these old men wanted to reprimand me for talking to an older person like that.

Well that isn't the case though. Because I'm their future king.

And no one dares retort to their future king.

A wry smile was painted at my uncle's face and the old man I reprimand was instantly in his temperamental mood, threw his cigar aside.

"No one in this God damn place ever makes me live. Fine, your majesty. I guess you will always win. You are just like your late grandfather. All you see is my cigars and my willingness to die."

I didn't chuckle nor reacted unlike the old men surrounding me.

I took the senior council's cigar box and settled it on my side.

"You're 85 years old this year, senior head council Kuznetsov. I'm taking these and I'll throw them in the fireplace, later."

The old man's frowning face worsened.

"Oh fvcking hell. You do whatever you want to do, young Alexander Winter Sun. TShhhh."

Once again, the men laughed.

He hated it whenever I come around the Soviets. Because he knew he'd be reprimanded...

Senior council Kuznetsov is one of my late grandfather's closest friends and I'm like his fiery overprotective grandson who won't stop bugging him.