𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨

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After stuffing his stomach with all sorts of expensive treats, he went to bed, stuffed and content.

'Damn. I would've have ever been able to afford any of that in my old life.'

He thought, happily laying his head on his pillow.

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The  next day, he woke up to a blade at his throat.

He froze, recalling the way he had died the first time, quickly deciding to do everything he could to ensure that he did not die early.

He slowly looked up, seeing the what appeared to be the crown prince. 

His grip on the hilt of the sword was tight, his knuckles turning white.

"Who are you?"

He growled, his eyes dark as he looked down at Pai.

"Where is my real brother, you imposter?"

He growled out again, pressing gently onto the blade so that it drew blood.

Small beads of the crimson liquid ran down Pai's neck, his face quickly becoming pale as he scrambled through his mind to remember what to do in this kind of situation.

The crown prince, Mel, pressed down more, a growl in his throat.

Pai let in a quick breath, tears in his eyes.

"It's me, Melon! It's me!"

He whimpered, too scared to move.

Does he know why Pai called Mel, Melon? 

No.

Was he ready to die because of it?

Nah.

He tried to force a smile, looking up into Mel's eyes.

After a few moments of silence, Mel dropped his sword, tears springing up in his tired eyes.

"Pai? I'm sorry- Did you really punch someone yesterday?"

He sighed wearily, pulling out a small handkerchief and passing it to Pai.

Pai nodded, using the cloth to stop the bleeding at his neck.

"I did punch Prince Noluna, yes."

He hummed, lightheaded.

Mel paused, processing this information.

"You? Punched someone? Should I send for the family psychiatrist? An exorcist?" 

Mel mumbled, lightly tugging on his hair.

"Brother, I'm fine."

He scoffed, getting sick of all of these royals.

He waved a hand in the other's face, looking at his closet.

"I think I'll be going out today."

 The color in Mel's face instantly drained and he shook his head, forming an 'X' with his arms.

"I can't let you go out like that! You're hurt!"

He quickly said, closing his eyes as he started listing reasons why Pai should climb back in bed.

As he spoke, Pai was getting ready to leave the palace.

He got dressed, covering the (still bleeding) wound on his neck.

"If you're done with your mumbling, I'll be leaving. Don't worry, I have a pouch."

He sighed, waving at Mel.

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