A Warrior's Heart

Chapter 18; Being held captive

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The young prince struggled against his restraints as he was being pushed forwards harshly. The two long rows of soldiers on each side of the  looked at him, each set of eyes holding somewhat of a mocking smile. On the opposite end of the room sat the king on his throne, his gaze focused on the boy and his eyes soft and gentle. Beomgyu knew better than to trust that soft look.

Even if he indeed did gave him a nice warm bath and some solid food to eat, he couldn't make himself like the guy. He did appreciate the change of clothes though, even if he liked the ones he had bought with the younger boy at the mall. He had felt filthy with the dirt and mud covering him from how the soldiers had manhandled him when they captured him.

He was now dressed in a black robe, fastened at his waist with a golden belt to look like a dress. A big golden necklace hung around his neck and his platinum blonde hair was now washed and brushed, a golden clipping in the shape of a small nightingale holding a few strands in place at the side.

"My bride."  Rowoon almost purred as he looked the boy up and down. A wave of hurt flashed through him at the words. Yes, he was underage and yes, he wasn't fully mature and of age yet to become emperor for real. He knew that just as much as everyone else. And the fact the others found that enough reason to humiliate him and see him more as a girl than a boy, hurt.

Girls were seen as a lower rank around here. Every heir of all the emperors the country had held, were male. Every soldier and every warrior and every person set to an important job, was male. But it wasn't like Beomgyu thought girls were useless and only good for bearing children. No, he thought girls were soft and kind to everyone, they were just as much important like the males were. But sadly it wasn't like that in their culture, in their world.

Rowoon stood up just as the prince got pushed towards him by two big hands, stumbling over the few steps of stairs and onto a low platform. He staggered forwards but quickly regained his balance, shooting glares at the soldiers behind him before looking back to the king.

"I hope you like your new palace." He said as he lifted his arms, mentioning the place they were in. Beomgyu glared at him with furrowed eyebrows. He didn't like the palace, no. He hated it. He'd much rather live in the palace he grew up in, where the memories of his father were and where he had a nice childhood.

"In two days you will take your place alongside me."  Rowoon continued.  "Of course, your throne will be much smaller."  He snickered.  "I would rather die."  The prince hissed through gritted teeth.

"Whatever makes you happy, my dear."  The king sighed, circling around the boy slowly while still looking him up and down.

The prince scoffed airily.  "So you want to see me happy, huh?"

"Just tell me what I need to do."  Rowoon said, stopping in front of him and bending down to his eye level.  "And it'll be done"

"Well, come close then,"  Beomgyu started.  "And I will whisper it in your ear."  He said, whispering the last part himself.

"Tell me my love,"  The king softly said.  "My sweet songbird. What do I need to do to make you happy?"  He asked and leant in close. Beomgyu felt the lips of the king almost touching his smooth neck and he hated it. He took a deep breath before answering.  "Die!"  He hissed and stood up on his toes to bite the shell of the man's ear hard.

As soon as the soldiers saw the sudden action they stepped forwards, alarmed by the cries of pain leaving Rowoon's mouth. Beomgyu ripped his mouth away, tearing the skin and spat the piece of flesh out of his mouth while Rowoon gripped at the side of his head. He quickly worked his magic and undid the ropes holding his wrists together, grabbing the small knife that he had hidden under a crease of his robe and lifted it, attempting to sink it into the king's chest.

Rowoon, however, caught his wrist and swiftly turned the boy around, taking the knife from his hands and pulling him flush against his chest, holding the knife to his smooth throat. Beomgyu gasped and panted at how fast it went, feeling the stickiness of the man's blood beginning to dry on the corner of his mouth.

"As much as I'd like to make you happy,"  The king started, his voice low and deep.  "Me dying is not on the planning. But if you'd like to see someone die on our wedding day, that can be arranged."  He said and pushed the prince away from him harshly. Beomgyu yelped and stumbled forwards, almost falling off the platform but got caught by the same soldier as before.

"Take him away." Rowoon growled, throwing the knife to the side and returning to his throne.

The prince grunted and struggled against the hold of the tall black haired soldier who tied his hands together again and dragged him off to somewhere. They went through a few hallways and up a set of stairs and eventually stopped in front of a large door with bars in front of the small window on top. The soldier opened it and pushed the boy inside. The only thing in the rather large room were a dusty mattress and a small table.

"Your dinner." The tall man said and pointed to a bowl sitting on top of the table before laughing and walking off, closing the door and locking it behind him.

Beomgyu huffed and tried his best to undo the rope holding his wrist together, this time tighter than before. He wiggled his hands and turned around a couple times in the hopes that it helped making him more flexible and reach the ropes better, stepping across the room until he eventually slipped one hand out of the restraint. He moved his other hand in front of him and ripped the rope off of his wrist, throwing it to the other side of the room where it landed with a soft thud.

He scoffed when he looked over at the bowl with his so-called dinner. It looked more like food for a prisoner. He reached for the bowl and threw it after the rope, not feeling hungry at all and not planning on eating anything that the king gave to him. The bowl crashed into the wall, the broken pieces falling to the floor and its contents spilling everywhere.

The boy was frustrated, to say the least. He was the prince, the son of the emperor, the heir for the crown and the only royal left from his family, yet no one here saw or treated him that way.

They all treated him like he were their toy, pushing him around, dressing him in all sort of humiliating attires and talking to him like he wouldn't understand it if they said anything but easy words to him.

Sure, when he had went with Warrior Yoongi through the basket to the other world he had worn a silk robe and golden accessories, two matching earring in his ear and some red makeup on his eyelids to frame the shape of his eyes. But back then he hadn't felt humiliated.

He had actually felt quite confident when the younger boy had looked at him. Had stared at him even, and had reached his hand out to introduce himself. It was like the boy had found him attractive or appealing or just nice to look at. It was a good feeling he had felt at that moment, different from what he had ever felt before.

Sighing deeply he sat down on the mattress and brought his hands up to cover his eyes, tears threatening to fall from them. He just wanted all of this to be over. Just wanted to see the boy he had grown so familiar with again.

He just wanted to feel loved again. To be wanted for something else than his title as the heir of the emperor.