Love is A Magical Thing

chapter 5

When Queen Key Held a Breakfast Banquet for the Sorcerer and the Imaginary Honey Sauce was Causing Problem

Sorcerer Do could almost swear he had spent twice of eternity before they finally reached the dining hall. He whimpered, uttering inaudible sound as he went through the bumpy road (literally. Prince Jongin kept tossing him up and down as he happily jogged throughout the way).

Things were not getting better when they arrived; apparently Queen Key had arranged an extraordinary welcoming breakfast banquet for him. Flowers of all seasons were blooming beautifully, and the Bulbuls were chirping all so smugly.

Maids and butlers, dressed up in their best attire, lined up on each side of the way to greet them. The women wore silk dresses, gathered at the waist that elegantly fell slightly below the knees, whilst the men wore something similar to the uniform Royal Advisor Byun Baekhyun wore but with less intricate design, without fancy badges and medals patched all over the surface.

Sorcerer Do felt his face was getting hotter and hotter when he found everyone was staring at him, astonished by the grand entrance he -they- made. The maids and butlers didn't bother to at least pretend not to gawk at him, oh dear Zeus he even heard someone giggle. The sorcerer mewled. Nothing he wanted more than to crawl into the Crack of Mordor at that moment.

Prince Jongin, ignoring all the attention they gathered, cheerfully pranced his way toward the dining hall, hopping once in a while to tease the cute creature in his embrace.

After being tossed around like a sack of potatoes, constantly bumped with the bare chest (the sorcerer convinced himself that he was too ashamed to meet with people's eyes, and so he needed to bury himself into the embrace to not be able to see), Sorcerer Do found that he didn't entirely dislike his situation. The prince was a quite comfortable ride. He's warm too. Not that he would indicate any gesture that resembled anything which might show that he didn't entirely dislike the situation. Tch.

Sorcerer Do snuggled himself deeper into the warmth, unconsciously let out an approving whine. Prince Jongin smiled and adjusted their position gently to provide more comfort.

Pairs of eyes were accompanying them all the way. They were amazed. They had welcomed many royalties who were trying too hard to shine wanting to stand out the most, but no one ever had such a fancy vehicle to carry oneself. A prince was surely the ultimate vehicle anyone could ever have, except of course the king of the kingdom himself. Most of the guests were normally pleased enough to be carried in their luxurious carriages.

There was one time when a princess from the Franceu Kingdom, Princess Elle Phantine, decided to deliver herself in the most luxurious way in her mind. She attended the banquet royally grandiose. Sitting on her comfortable sedan chair, she was carried by six pairs of handsome identical twins. It would have been an unforgettable moment if the princess' porters were not drenched in sweat -- and tears of their never ending misery -- as they carried the substantial weight of their princess. The six pairs of identical twins eventually could not bear the weight on their shoulders (quite literally) and ended up dropping Princess Elle Phantine not in the fanciest way. That would surely be an unforgettable moment.

The way Sorcerer Do arrived definitely topped all. That moment would be cherished into the most beautiful -and perverted- poem, the one that would make the strength in any toenail weakened.