A world with kingdoms and magic, a perfect fantasy. Or that's what everyone was promised early on. But these days, around 50 years ago, magic was deemed forbidden, and those who still possess such "abnormalities" are hunted.
Almost all magical king...
A white flash and an ear-shattering crash was the last thing San saw and heard before he collapsed onto the cold, marble floor.
*A few hours earlier*
San groaned as the door to his room opened and let in the bright light of morning, even more so when the unknown person opened his blinds. He quickly pulled his blanket over his face.
"San, get up." A familiar voice deadpanned.
San groaned again and stayed put, a smile forming on his face.
The blanket was then ripped from his grasp, and a shriek escaped the now cold boy's body.
"Jongho! You're going to give me hypothermia!"
"You're so dramatic," Jongho sighed while laughing, "Now get showered and dressed before I do it myself."
San raised an eyebrow and just smiled at him, which quickly lead to a pillow smacking him square in the face.
"Seriously, before your father decides to come up here on his own," Jongho said, handing San his outfit for the day. This outfit is the same velvety red suit he always wore for special occasions.
San looked at the outfit and groaned, "What event is happening this time?"
Jongho handed the shirt and pants to him, "Your crowning ceremony is today."
San stared at him, blankly.
"You really don't pay attention in the meetings, do you?"Jongho pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, "It's the day you finally get to wear your crown and become know as the heir to the throne."
"I'm an only child, is it really necessary to hold a celebration?"
"It's tradition, San. Our kingdom runs differently than most. It's not always the oldest that gets the birthright. It's the one who proves themselves. It involves food and music, and everyone gawking over you." Jongho then pushed him into the bathroom, "Now go get ready! And don't think about using one of your clones!"
San didn't take long to get ready, most of the work would be done by the castle's servants, even if San wanted to do it on his own. They greeted him in his room and styled his hair and applied some makeup to make him look nice for photos.
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After the styling was complete, Jongho walked back in to help him to his jacket, "Your jacket, Your Highness."
San sighed. Jongho only used the phrase 'Your Highness' when his parents were around. And as if right on cue, his mother came crashing in to hug her son.
"Look at my baby, all grown up!"
San smiled and accepted the hug. He doesn't hate his parents. He just hates the formalities and pressures to be the 'perfect' prince. He wants more freedom to do normal young adult things.
His mother keeps staring at him and tears up as his father walks in with the biggest smile on his face, "You'll make this Kingdom proud."
"Thank you both. I promise I won't let you down,"
Jongho who had stepped out walks in between them, bowing, "The guests have started arriving Your Majesty."
"Thank you, Jongho." San's mother said, going over to hug him, "You've helped San grow up to be the wonderful person he is today. Even if he is older."
Jongho was caught aback by the sudden affection but smiled, "It's nothing, Your Magjesty, even if he's still a pain at times,"
"Hey! You're the one who ripped the blanket off me and then threw Shiber at me!" San yelled playfully.
"You deserved it with that horrible aim of yours!" Jongho laughed
His mother started laughing, and his father smiled, "Come on now, we've got guests to greet."
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First official update! What do you think? I know it's not much but I want to pace myself and not give too much plot at once. Thank you for reading!
