𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 3

The young prince walked angrily down the dirt path, trying to get away as fast as he could. He knew the prison was his only safe heaven, cause his father refused to be seen with such a class of people.

It was strange, and even he would admit that a prison was an odd place to go, but if it meant staying away from the king then it was worth it in the end. Usually he sat there, feeling much better about himself seeing all the low life prisoners, telling them in his head that they deserved it and they were disgraceful.

They all looked at him with fear, knowing he may be one of the last people they see before being hung.

Today, unbeknownst to Chanyeol, would be different.

He threw open the large prison doors and walked in with confidence. All of the guards stood aside for him, letting him go through. On the other side of the prison was the entrance for new prisoners, and Chanyeol watched as the large doors opened to accommodate the carriage. Curiosity got the better of him, so he crossed his arms and watched from where he stood.

"Get out of there! Let's go you filthy slut!" the officer called, having to get into the carriage and drag Baekhyun out.

"Stupid whores....don't you know how to listen?!" he yelled right in Baekhyun's ear, and Baekhyun only winced. He knew if he said one word, it would only make things much worse. Even if what he said 'okay', it would still be held against him. To them, he was as bad as a murderer, so he would be treated like one.

From where Chanyeol stood, he couldn't see the new addition quite yet, but he was certainly curious. The authorities usually had a hard time catching prostitutes, since their street smarts were the best of all the criminals.

He squinted into the darkness as he saw the officer and the prisoner come closer. As soon as the prisoner came into view, Chanyeol could feel his breath stop in his throat. He couldn't explain the feeling, or why he was feeling it, but for some reason when he looked at this person they just felt different.

He watched carefully as they were finally fully in the light. Chanyeol kept a poker face, but he was inspecting this prisoner, looking at every detail.

His ash hair obviously must have been dyed, and he watched as he delicately pushed it away from his face. His hands were handcuffed together, so that made it especially difficult. He didn't fancy the provocative outfit he wore, but something about his body made Chanyeol shiver.

There was one obvious thing that caught Chanyeol's attention above everything else, and that was the wings. The colours made up the most beautiful wing he had ever seen. He had been around a lot of fairies, especially with all of the conferences his father had with them. But none compared to the beauty of this boy.

He had seen every girl in the kingdom, from the least attractive to the most beautiful in all the land, but none were as beautiful and fair as this prisoner.

Chanyeol had to have him.

He was the prince, after all, and he deserved whatever he wanted.

This beautiful boy didn't deserve anyone else but him.

He knew he couldn't marry this boy, but he would be a good placeholder until he did find someone. He really didn't want to go through with his father's request, but he could just see his rage when he told him he picked a personal servant and it was such an attractive male.