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Formal meetings were the worst.
While his father was in the other chamber discussing his future marriage with the queen of the land who was too young to rule; Dark Cacao was stuck on the cold hard neon sofa that smelt of seniors.
In fact, the whole room smelt of seniors. Seniors who had nothing better in life than to sit around and order the juniors around to fetch object that are inches, it would be insulting to even measure it at that, away from them. Divorced seniors who call a bluff at the pains of others, watching the fire they started and screaming out once the light gets too bright.
Thus, fed up and utterly frustrated. Dark Cacao got up, picked up his cape, and unceremoniously exited out of the room.
Immediately, he felt relieved at the change of atmosphere. It smelt of nature for once! He glanced back, making sure no one caught sight of him storming out of hell. He wasn’t worried about his father, if it was up to his old man, he’d leave him to the winter like he once did back when the young prince was merely eight years young.
He shrugged off the bitter feeling in his heart and proceeded to trout.
Of course, he had no idea where to go. This was his first time in the kingdom.
A certain building caught his attention.
The academy.
Blueberry Yogurt academy, the kingdom was well praised for its educational system. Thousands upon thousands of well renowned scholars emerged from this very building. Dark Cacao felt intimidated by the sight.
Then curiosity hit him. Dark cacao took a deep breathe in, and marched forward onto the inky road of the academy.
Though he knew he couldn’t just walk in there as it would cause too much attraction and trouble, he decided he’ll just sneak in the garden. It seemed pretty abandoned anyways.
As he tread the road, he surely must’ve been bitten by 20 different species of jam mosquitoes as each of his bug bites itched with terrible torment.
The ones on his neck were the worst.He was sure was going to scratch his dough off.
God! They itched like hell! He silently cursed himself for even thinking of taking a stroll, it was dumb enough he decided to visit the academy! Why was he even thinking of going there?
To see kids acting like kids? Living their childhood freely without consequences? Without fear of being punished for—for having fun? For being a kid? For making memories good enough that they’ll look back at them and laugh with their friends about the good ol’ times?
Dark cacao felt tears prick at his eyes, wrapping their thorny vines around his neck, suffocating him.
He cursed at himself.
He will never have that.
He suddenly came to halt as he heard faint footsteps. Rapid, footsteps.
He hid behind a tree, waiting for the person to pass by. He desperately tried to ignore the bug bites. They stung.
Then, he felt another sting, one so painful that he let out a yelp of pain.
He probably shouldn’t have done that, as he stumbled backwards, accidentally stepping on his cape and tearing it while also losing his balance; crashing harshly on the floor.
He looked up frantically, catching sight of the stranger.
The stranger stared back.
His heterochromia eyes glowing under the sunlight, they did not hold fear, nor judgment.
Unlike his father.
They seemed warm, curious like himself.
Blue like the sky, so vast and majestic. Yellow like the sun, warm and heavenly.
His white eyelashes fluttered, a clear contrast to the diamond on his forehead. His blonde hair framed perfect around his face, turning upwards around the ends. He felt intimidated by his presence, for it held too much serenity than his own likings. It felt like something he had forgotten.
He felt drawn to the stranger.
The boy backed away, slightly squinting, a gesture that confused the wandering prince.
“….Who—“
The boy didn’t get a chance to finish, as vines emerged from behind him, wrapping themselves around his body and roughly squeezed; crushing him.
The boy winced in pain as he was dragged away by the vines, they suddenly jerked away, throwing the boy onto the pool of water. He disappeared under the water, the only trace of him left were the air bubbles that appeared after seconds.
The last expression he had was of pain, it stung more than the bug bites.