The Birth of Silence [Yeowool - Hwarang]

4.

It took a while for Yeowool to accept that Hansung was now the reason why he was happy. He knew why the boy always caught his attention in the beginning, and he regretted not meeting him anytime sooner.

Everything about his flower was beautiful. Every moment they shared together made his life pleasurable.

The prince was on his way to a shop near Okta when he came across Ah Ro, who was sharing another story with people around her. He was master Ahn Ji's daughter, a half blood. The way she told those stories fascinated him, maybe she might be the first person in the capital that wasn't as crazy as the others. Even though her rank was very low, she seemed much more intelligent.
More people adored her stories, most of them stood in a circle around her, so they could hear it properly.

In the distance was someone who looked like an official's son lying on a bench. Yeowool looked at him, hoping that he would recognize the man, but he wasn't able to.

'Boo!'

'Oh my- Hansung! You scared me.' The prince looked at the happy boy that wrapped his arms around him and jumped onto his back.

'Were you listening to her story?', Hansung asked.

'I was, it's another love story.'

'What kind of love story?'

'A sad one.'

The younger sighed and rested his chin on top of Yeowools head. 'Ugh, I don't like sad love stories. Let's just go.'

'Do you know who that person is?', the elder asked him before he left.

'That one on the bench with his guard? I have no idea.'

'That's strange. He looks like a true bone, but I've never seen him before.' He started walking away from the crowd, still carrying Hansung on his back.

'Maybe he's just a visitor.'

'Could be.'

Hansung noticed how Yeowool was struggling a little bit as he continued carrying him. 'Am I too heavy?', he asked.

'Not at all. It's just that I'm a little bit tired.'

'Put me down hyung! Why did you even start carrying me like that?'

'You jumped onto my back, why wouldn't I carry you?'

The younger started moving his legs and got off of him. Yeowool stretched his back a bit.

'What did you do that made you so tired?'

'Sword fighting practice. My mother thinks I'm even worse than Sook Myung... Which is probably true.'

'But you're probably better in putting on make up.'

Yeowool snickered, admitting the fact that he had been improving alot. At some point his mother wasn't able to stop him from wearing make up, so she just left him doing his thing. He started becoming even more popular, the public started to dislike the faceless king but for some reason the prince didn't have any interest in power.

'I don't understand any of those things', he told Hansung.

'Me neither. But hyung, we can just be carefree together. We'll definetely find our way.'

'Of course.'

They got disturbed by some screams from a tavern. Two men ran through the exit, they were being followed by some criminals. 'Dog bird!! Next time I'll definetely kill you!', the leader yelled at those two.

'Dog bird? Isn't that a strange name?', Yeowool mentioned.

'Should we follow them? Maybe they're victims', Hansung replied. The prince watched those men easily escaping.