A just King who is admired for his caring nature towards his kingdom and its people. His patience, intelligence and wiseness. A King who is willing to do anything and reach any ends to protect the one he loves and cares about. Regardless of the ways...
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Yoongi thoughts were rather mobile in his mind. Several questions walking in at once, and most of them going away almost as soon as they came. But everything was tied together to the same thing. The occurrence from yesterday. Or more specifically, the term the prince had used to address him— My King.
That's something that took Yoongi completely aback. Usually addressed as Your Majesty, or His Majesty, Yoongi had never come across anyone addressing him as 'My King'. He didn't expect anyone to. That term, was not only informal, but also showed a certain degree of...familiarity.
Was it a slip of tongue? Yoongi questioned. But it was a hardly slip. Especially, not something to be done by a strictly brought up prince, as Park Jimin. And the tone with which the words were uttered could hardly be taken as absentminded.
Yoongi shook his head. Realizing that a basic matter as such was occupying far too much of his time, than required. But, it wasn't that simple. Had this been before, or with anyone else, Yoongi probably wouldn't have given it any second thoughts. Forgotten it a few seconds after it was spoken. It struck him so much, because of the person in regard. It wasn't just any prince, or royalty. It was Park Jimin. And with newly arised dilemma of Yoongi's unruly emotions, it mattered even more.
The white haired clicked his tongue, as he walked through the corridors of his castle. He had to address his subjects. A talking to them for so long, listening to their queries, and answering to them had drawn more engery that Yoongi would've liked to lose. He sighed, a little tiredly.
The King came to an abrupt stop. His eyebrows creasing together slightly to show the confusion arising in his mind. In front of him were Earl Jung Hoseok, and Lord Taehyung. But what arose the confusion was that both of their faces were blooming red. The Lord's almost turning purplish. Their hands were pressed tightly over his lips, to stifle their laughs as their body shook violently. Yoongi raised his eyebrow, wondering what was the matter that tickled both of them so much. At that moment, Yoongi became conscious of his sorrounding. To his right and left, were the other two lords. Both in similar conditions as the one in front of him.
Yoongi opened his mouth to ask, "Wha-"
But he immediately stopped when the Earl frantically motioned him to keep silence.
"Ow!" The familiar voice of the prince came from right behind the King.
Yoongi turned around just in time to realize that the prince had walked into the corner of the turns, and a red ribbon across his face acting as a blindfold over his eyes, before he ran right into Yoongi's body. The white-haired froze when the prince clutched onto his robe.
"I found yo- wait." The wide grin from his face dropped, as his hand pressed down on the King's chest. A frown crowning his forehead, as he dropped his hands. From the corner of his eyes, he could see the two lords, trying their best to keep as quiet as they. But for them the current situation seemed far too funny to stay quiet for any longer
