Rubbled Circumstances: Enemies to Lovers

The Cat-Like Prince (Sam's POV)

Samuil's POV...

In the morning, the sun began to rise, creeping in through the dusted and old windows. The chirping of the morning birds filled the outside world with song, my body slowly lulled my consciousness into a wakeful state. I yawned, and I got up and ready for the day, brushing my hair and the rest of the list. Once I was less sloppy, I unpacked breakfast's rations from the freeze, setting them out to thaw. As I waited, I turned to check in on Hyrur and I couldn't find him in his usual spot.

Where on Earth... how does one just disappear?

I rushed towards the carpet he slept on with urgency, looking for any trace of him, and I looked towards the sunlit windowbed. He had moved to the window, to bask in the warmth like a cat on a summer day. I chuckled softly, deciding to let him sleep. He always claimed to hate cats, perhaps It's because of their similar traits? I never thought I'd witness such a cat-like prince.

I turned away from him quietly, sitting on my bed as I began to write in my journal to pass the time. I didn't know what else to do, and I didn't want to make too much noise because dealing with a grumpy Hyrur was a death wish. 

~  Journal Entries With Samuil  ~

Journal entry number 2, Bunker adventures day 2. Unfortunately, I'm still stuck in the outpost's bunker with Hyrur. Surprisingly, He hasn't been that atrociously behaved. Instead, he's been acting pretty reasonable, though I suppose I should not be too surprised; this IS a life or death scenario. I'm quite glad my mother bequeathed this journal and ink-pen to me, for my travel entries. I have a feeling that this writing will keep me sane and emotionally in-check throughout the duration of this unfortunate event. Luckily this bunker is packed with delightful snacks, rations, plenty of water, and a steady supply of extra clothes. However, the bath is old and quite broken, so it won't be long until our bodily odors become a problem. I trust that my mother's rescue and search teams will find us before sickness befalls both me and Hyrur. Journal entry end. Signature: 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓢𝓪𝓶𝓾𝓲𝓵 𝓡𝓮𝓿𝓽𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓱

I sighed with relief as I gently closed my journal, tucking it back beneath my pillow and hiding my pen in my coat pocket. I turned to look at Hyrur, and he was finally awake and groggy. I offered him a warm smile. 

"Would you prefer breakfast beans or pork?" I asked, as I stood up and gestured to the thawed chicken and beans. I carefully studied Hyrur's face and I waited for an answer. Hopefully he would be smart enough to eat and avoid being stubborn. Please don't be a smartass, You need to live just as I do. Death would cause more problems between our kingdoms, you know this.

After a very pained and tense silence, Hyrur grumbled and gestured to the thawed brown beans. 

"The beans will be fine. I don't care." He said with a nod, as he began brushing his fluffy and curly red hair. Even if he was my enemy, those luscious locks were a sight to behold.

"Alright, sounds good to me. Sit tight, it'll be ready soon." 

He rolled his eyes at my instructions to wait, but he obliged and occupied himself by reading a novel from the small selection of books in one of the supply crates. As I heated our meals, I could see out of the corner of my eye, his wings were fluttering contentedly. It was kind of adorable, and it reminded me of how cats swish their tails back and forth when they're entertained by something.

So cat-like, it makes me question if he's secretly a neko-hybrid stuck in the body of a Harpy... Oh well, I guess I'll never know.

I finished heating our meals quicker than I thought, and I plated his beans and my chicken, setting the plates down on the dining table. He eagerly sat across from me, eating his beans while I sliced and ate my chicken. It was a tense silence, but he thanked me with each bite by nodding at me.