A group of pirates arrived to Incheon, where the Han's palace is placed, and somehow ended listening the sad story of the crown prince, so they do such a piraty thing like took the prince out of his cage in the middle of the night, willing to teach...
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Jisung walks arround alone arround the palace corridors of pure marble, sometimes seeing a servant running towards the kitchen, or listed the murmuring of the cleaning ladys or the cooks at the end of the hallway, but nothing more, just the far sound of voices of people that won't speak to him more that the necessary.
He walks into the kitchen, seeing the panik of the peoplr arround, a huge madness just for an apple. He throws the vibrant red fruit to the air while walking to the gardens. The thing there was no different from the kitchen, and saw the servants run away, leaving their task with some exagerated bows towards him, just to not dirturb in his presence.
The beautiful scent of the flowers there and the soft sound of the water in the fountaine accompany him in his walk. Jisung opened his book and read for a while, feeling the weight of the solitude in his shoulders. When he got boared of reading he did the same walk to his bedroom, detesting the enormous paintings of his ancestors and the ostentatious decoration of those corridors.
Now he was old enough to understand the famine of his people but won't understand why they have so much gold for stupid things like portraits just for having a surname, while hundrets of people fight for their lives just to take a plate of food to their homes.
His room wasn't different from the rest of the palace, it had a huge bed that could fit three persons if not more, fine courtains of traslucid silk and a large window from you could see the vast ocean, in Jeongin's opinion one of the most beautiful views in the whole kingdom
Nevertheless, those walls were just a witness of the prince's sadness and the window the place where he cried, prying the moon for a pinch of happiness.
He closed the door, big and carved with floral details painted with gold, and took a deep breath leaning his back against it. He ripped off the peach color velvet half cape in his shoulders with anger, and feeling a depp hole in his chest, he throw himself to the bed closing the curtains, wishing to get asleep and wake up in a very different reality, the farest posible to that one that he hated.
The doors were opened a few seconds later and he felt another body fell into the mattress. Jisung turned his head to the side, seeing hus best and only friend who sighed with an exhausted expression in his face.
— ¿Hard day Innie? — He murmured aginst the cushions, feeling his voice tired as well, as the laugh that he recieved.
— You have no fucking clue of the mess that his jackass highness birthday has created. — Said the young servant, rolling over the prince's bed until he were face up. Jisung sense the slight feeling that he should feel offended by the nickname for his father, but couldn't feel other thing than a laugh in his throat fighting against him to scape his mouth.
— His jackass highness... It was your idea?
— As much as i would love that, my servanty brain isn't that brilliant, i heard it in the town. But don't be offended, it's not for you, they adore you down there. — Jisung nodded slow, sitting in the bed with his legs crossed and looking at his best friend, doubting the limit that Yang Jeongin would have with his royal curiosity
