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─「 知人」─
• ʚ ✦ ɞ •
TRIGGER WARNING; Slight dark themes, strong hatred
GROWING UP, Shoto was only ever shown riches, presents and royalty. As a prince, there's more to want and expect. However, Shoto desired the opposite. He even pitied his father for trying so hard to earn his forgiveness through money, it was almost pathetic to watch. Because he was young nobody would listen to him, not that he'd expect them to understand anyway, so he remained reticent.
What he really wanted was his freedom, feeling like he was forced to live in this environment of being prince he wasn't comfortable in, especially under his father. Enji would try to comfort and indulge him by giving him "everything he could ever want", if only that man wasn't so blind. It would only be worse on special occasions; one of the worst being the prince's birthday. Year after year, Enji would spoil him with things he didn't want and never asked for. Things other people deserved and actually needed. He'd sit alone at the end of those days thinking about what he really wished for. It was simple, what he wanted was a simple life with his family.
He could have abdicated like the rest of his siblings because he too didn't want to spend any longer in this royal bird cage, but he only stayed because he believe that if he became king of Endeavour, he would have ruled the kingdom better than his father did. He endured the impatience and longing before he would be crowned, but for now he had to continue his role as the prince of Endeavour.
Shoto didn't fully consider that today would be the roughest day of all until he returned with (Y/n) to the palace. It was his nineteenth birthday and somehow he'd forgotten. It was well passed dawn and (Y/n) had already helped him slip back into his chambers. It was only a matter of time before someone would come to wake him up as usual.
(Y/n) stood tediously and unmoving outside of Shoto's room, gazing through the window watching in wait for the sun to reach the highest pinnacle of the donjon outside. After it did, it took a few moments before the footsteps of handmaidens made their way to the prince's room. (Y/n) stepped aside from the tall door for a few of them to walk in before they could follow. They watched as they scattered around the space and one ripped the blinds open causing the prince to shift in his bed. "Rise, Your Highness," she spoke. "Morning is upon us."
(Y/n) stood over the side of his bed when he fluttered his eyes open exhaustedly. "Good morning, Your Highness." They greeted vacantly. "Did you slumber well?" Shoto dragged his heavy eyes up to them as they expected only one answer. "...Yes..." he lied. A small smirk made it's way to (Y/n)'s lips as they nodded. "His Majesty, the King, expects you to be ready soon."
