That was a weird night. The prince is a weird man to Hosuh. What did he originally want? Asking what his fears were? Hosuh was unsettled by the Princes question. Why a royal spoiled man child would care about Hosuh's fears? Hosuh couldn't get the thought of Stephen's behavior as he scrubbed the dishes from the breakfast of the Royal family.
He scrubbed and scrubbed, it took him an eternity before the pile of dishes were gone. He was done till lunch. So Hosuh head to his quarters. Hosuh sat at the small desk that was in his even smaller room. He hadn't piece of paper and drew a beautiful picture.
Art calmed him, made time wisk by, the world disappeared. But everything has to come back. His summoning bell rung. He needed to go back to work. Hosuh got to the kitchen and washed his hands only to be stopped.
His boss the kitchen master was standing there with his hand on Hosuh's shoulder. "You aren't supposed to be here" the man bluntly said. Hosuh stood perplexed. "W-What do you mean sir? I wash the dishes" Hosuh's voice was shaking with confusion. Was he getting fired? He needed this job.
The Man pat Hosuh's shoulder and chucked "my good sir you are needed by the council. They need a word with you". Why was he being so cheerful!? Hosuh was not only confused but scared. Scared like a child in a haunted house made for adults.
Hosuh nodded and quickly left the kitchen. His body was shaken with fear. People only go to the Council for two things. You were either punished or fired.
Slowly yet quickly Hosuh made his way to the Council room, hesitating to open the door and nervously walked to the center of the floor. Four men in white and gold robes. They shuffled papers and folders. Then looked Hosuh dead in the eye.
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The Killer and the Artist(Hiatus)
FanficHosuh, a struggling artist has been working as a servant at the castle of the royal family. He works in the kitchen that is until he does a favor for a prince who develops a passion to Hosuh. He will do whatever to make Hosuh his. (On a side note S...
