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The wind is strong outside, the thundering sky does not give any sign of stopping anytime soon in this gloomy monday of a year in wich demeanours were different and Chivalry values reigned. Fairies populates the forests, werewolves stays outside of the walls of the Kingdom and live in villages with their packs, witches live in the city and have always been against monarchy and stayed far from the palace and its rules, sorcerers were banned form the whole territory as their powers could lead to destruction. the Kingdom is and always has been ruled by Vampires who were considered as the supreme species amongst magical creatures.
Atumn has never been so unforgiving, everyday the sky lets down a disastrous amount of rain and hail, the leafs falls dead and silent on the ground from its threes...like the life of the king, who is barely holding on onto its branches. In this dark and twisted world, Alkie, lays in his bed surrounded by his remaning family members. Right now they are all secluded in the castle he build trhough years with sweat and tears and many bloody battles for the whole territory. The air in the room is eerie, a cold hand reaches for the King's, his son... Dark ebony long locks falls messily in his face, locks that are usually gathered up in a polished ponytail, as he holds back a sob, he can't cry, he actually never does in front of so many people.... His crimson eyes glimmer with unshed tears and broken promises as he grips his father's hand tighter.
The prince's assistant, that has been by his side ever since they were two little kids, comes closer and puts his left hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him.
My prince..lets go back to our chambers uh? Or maybe maybe i could get you some water? How about it?
That is what he says formally in front of everyone but then he leans closer to the Prince, his messy short golden hair shifts as he moves.
Renjun come on, get a grip...
The prince sighs and ignores him completely. After a while he manages to say something under his breath to his father as he regains his composure.
I will kill all of them... If they dare cross my path, Father.
He closes his eyes and then he just walks off. His assistant follows after him cursing Renjun in his mind for walking so fast. To the prince he's always been nothing more than a mere bratty assistant, but he was told from the start to look after him and make sure that nothing bad happened to him. When Renjun was little his father assigned to him two assistants to make sure he was safe inside the walls of the palace. One that was more of a bodyguard and the other that was a bratty kid who never knew how to keep his mouth shut and the Prince still think he is to these days. He really never cared about the two who followed each step he took, he has always found them annoying and bothersome.
Renjun reaches quickly his chambers, followed by an annoying voice calling out for him, a voice that he unfortunately knows too well. In front of his door stands tall a familiar intimidating figure, red long hair that was let down all the time and sharp gaze. The Prince's red piercing eyes locks into the latter's vermillion and elettric purple eyes for a second.
Mutt, get out of my way i am in need for a rest.
The other moves quickly out of the way to let him enter. During the day he is assigned to guard the chambers as the King's youngest son rests. He has other duties during the night, when the whole Kingdom comes alive.
The prince once alone in his chambers lets out a singolar deep red tear that he couldn't hold back. He sees himself in the mirror in front of him seeing his own cold gaze, sharp enough to kill and make everyone waver under his stare. It was hypnotizing at times, girls lost themselves in them more times than not when he made his rare public appearences.
Meanwhile outside his room the red haired assistant sees someone approaching and he's ready to defend his Prince, till he sees that it's only the golden haired boy he can't stand yelling Renjun's name. He can't help but scoff and laugh at him.
Hyuck, you're a bit too late, he's already inside resting. Were you trying once again to chase after him? You need to train more to be able to catch him.
Haechan gives him a death glare and catches his breath.
Not funny Jeno and yes i was running after him, he ran out of his Majesty's room. I guess seeing his father in these conditions is too much to bare.
Jeno sighs and silently agrees with Haechan, even if Renjun treats him like shit he can't help but feel a bit sad for him, his father whom he always relayed from, was now on his death bed beacuse someone pierced a dagger too close to his heart, no one knows who did It but they know for sure that the dagger was enchanted and made out of silver, and they could only tell by the deep gash on his chest and the damage It caused, no traces were left behind, not even the dagger itself. After the small exchange of words the two assistants remains in silence and serve their roles to make sure no one disturbes the Prince.
It is only a week later when the king is decleared dead, the whole palace is mourning their sovereign. Only ushed whispers can be heard trhough the halls of the building, no one dares to mutter a word, or to even look at the two sons of the king of the reign Alkie.
Renjun stands in the throne hall, dressed in his family's mouring clothes that was of a purple colour. He's wearing a long velvet black and purple cloak, the rest of his outfit consist in his usual black bootcut pants and silky dress shirt as black as his hair. He sits down onto the King's throne that faces creatures from the whole Kingdom and its outskirts and obviously the palace workers. He sits still not a single tremor in his whole body, unlike his brother's shaking hands. His brother is right next to him, wearing the same long cloak, his head hangs low, he's looking at the marlbe flooring.
The young Prince clears his troath before announcing his father's death to the public.
His Majesty is dead...deceased.