The Haunted ships and one-shots!

Emperor x Collin

There will be a part 2 as soon as possible. Once again had inspiration from JaceLikesToWrite.
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Third person point of view-

He was sick of it; of being held down by the likeness of his parents, always being told that he had to be proper and act like a gentleman. 'A prince does not wander off', 'a prince does not raise his voice', a prince must not be ill-mannered'. Blah blah blah. It was all the same old, same old; an irritating same old at that. He wanted to be king, to rule over all of these lands, but even he needed a break from the expectations placed upon him. He was only a kid after all. An adventurous, energetic, stubborn kid.
The prince of the western empire had snuck out, no guards to keep him from wandering far. For the first time, he was free to do as he pleased. Right now, he just wanted to relax somewhere peaceful, somewhere where he safe. He sighed as he walked up the hill, the palace not too far but hidden just enough in the distance behind the many trees that camouflaged it from where he stood. His hands pulled at his ruby red hood, huffing at the thought of his home. He was sick of it, yet he could not just run away, after all, it was his dream to become the emperor one day! That dream he would achieve one day, but now, he just needed a break.
He continued his way up the hill, looking up to the single tree at the peek, casting shade down to shield him from the harsh rays of the summer sun. He took in the fresh air, the bliss of this temporary freedom. It was peaceful, just what he needed. As he made his way over, he slowed down as he noticed something off; a faint, unnatural blue illumination emitted from behind the trunk of the short, flourishing oak tree. His childish curiosity was peaked, with little sense of fear, he approached the glow that left him mesmerized.
With caution, he peered around the tree truck, a hand firmly wrapped around the dagger sheathed in his belt. Better safe than sorry. Finally, his eyes rested upon the source of the light, his own orbs widening as they took in the new sight.
There sat a boy beneath the tree, another child about his age. He was pale with bright sapphire blue eyes, dressed in a blue t-shirt and darker blue jeans. His shining brunette hair had an almost blonde glint, two strands longer than the rest that hung in front of his ears. His eyes were wide and bright with the reflection of the magic glow dancing in his venetus orbs.
The boy found himself captivated, his eyes unable to pull away from the beautiful, dazzling sight that enveloped his hand and rose up into a cloud of light in the air. He had never seen such a sight, even with the Magi guild in the palace, since he was never allowed near there, always too busy with his parents in learning how to be a proper ruler.
Suddenly the boy looked up, turning his head until his eyes settled upon the prince, catching the royal off guard. He stumbled back a step with wide eyes of surprise, not noticing the red that surfaced beneath his pale cheeks. The two boys stared each other in the eyes for a moment before the prince shook his head to pull himself back into reality, releasing his dagger. His fingers with rings pulling at his hood before he spun around with an annoyed sharp breathe, marching off the way he had came. Fine. He could just go relax elsewhere.

"Wait!" A light voice called out, perking his ears.

The royal turned his head enough so that his hood did not block his view. The boy stood by the tree, his cheeks pink as if he were embarrassed. The prince felt the corner of his lip lift as he turned to fully face the other kid. He could not help but to snicker, finding the boy strange, and quite frankly, pathetic. It amused him.

"You don't have to leave, you know? I don't mind you being here."

The stubborn child rolled his eyes as he grunted, pulling the sides of his cape closer to his chest. He had no clue what to think, haven never been in a situation such as this before. He had never met another child beyond the palace doors, and looking over the boy, he was middle class at most, something else forbidden by his family. 'No friends with peasants or middle class'. He looked away, barely noticing the rising heat in his face.