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Victor was the crown prince of a vast land in the north, one of the most powerful kingdoms in the world. Once he was little he was taught how to behave around nobles, how to speak, walk, eat, what was right for him to do, what wasn’t and he was prepared to take over the duties as a future king. Since he was a child all expectations were thrown upon him and Yakov, his personal teacher and future advisor, tried to watch over him. He liked to take care of cute little Vitya (well, until he noticed that cute little Vitya wasn’t as cute as everyone thought he was).
With his light hair, sky blue like eyes and bright smile, Victor was the angelic child, the kingdom always wished for but as he grew a tad older, Yakov learned that the angelic child was cheeky as fuck, or how Yakov called him: a little devil in disguise.
When Victor grew a bit older, he started to skip his lessons, played pranks with his future personal guard, Chris, on other servants, vanished from time to time only to be found hours later and did everything that stole ten years of Yakov’s life.
When Victor was eight years old his parents died due to an illness which spread through the kingdom and which killed many many people at that time. The poeple mourned over their death and even tiny Victor lost his real smile after that, showing an articfical smile only his friends knew about. After the death, Yakov the only brother of the deceased king, took over and took care of the kingdoms matter until Victor was old enough to do that. He worked diligently on the kingdoms affairs and when the time would come for Victor to take over, as he was the heir apparent to the throne, Yakov would stay by his side, helping him as his advisor like it was planned since the beginning. He knew that Victor would do his brother justice. He would be a king with a smile on his face and a heart made out of steal. Maybe he would be the best king their land would have ever had.
On the day Victor turned 18, the castle hosted a big birthday party with too much food and golden furniture everywhere. Every noble with a title was invited and most of them brought their daughters with them, in hope that one of them would catch the prince’s eye.
Like his upbringing taught him, Victor smiled to all the ladies in the ball room, flirted with every female that was old enough, was polite to every guest, thanked everyone for their presents and hoped to return to his room soon.
As much every male would have loved the attention, Victor grew tired of it easily. Tired of the swooning daughters, from the sons that tried to catch his interest, the parents who tried to impress him and every guest in the room who drooled after him and drowned him in flattery. He wanted to escapee from the daughters who were born into too wealthy noble families and who clung to him, convinced that it was their selves who belonged by the prince’s side. Those type of people were the most annoying.
There were arrogant, superficial, insulted every other girl who wasn’t them, saying the others weren’t pretty or rich enough and even backstabbing their own friends, and their laugh was too high pitched and fake to be pleasant to listen to. They literally clung to his arm the whole evening, pestering the prince to dance with them and didn’t accept a no.
So when the day came and Yakov took him with him to travel for diplomatically reasons to the kingdom in the east, he was relieved to get a break from the nobels at home. During their journey, they decided to take a long rest in a small town called Hasetsu, where they decided to stay for a couple of days.
From the owner of the Inn they currently stayed in, Victor got the tip that he should go and try the Stammi Vicino brothel if he wanted to have fun or see something special. The owner said that it was the pride and joy of the small town even though it was first and foremost a brothel.
So Victor being Victor, he kidnaped Chris, bought less aristocratic clothes to wear and went to the brothel. It wasn’t his first time in a brothel, god no, but he heard that the dance, which was performed there, was something to die for. Apparently other called it something other-worldly. A must see. Of course, it would peak his interest. How could it not? Chris was definitely excited too and it wouldn’t be the first time, he would go outside without permission from Yakov. It would be the first time in a different kingdom but what harm could it do, right?
When they arrived in Stammi Vicino the thirst thing that Victor noticed was that the inside was very eastern like. There were tatamis, slide doors, low tables, the men in there were sitting on pillows on the floor and he even heard costumers talk about onsen in the back of the building.
Victor being the future king of one of the most powerful kingdoms was fluent in many languages and therefore had no problems at all to communicate with the people there. He requested for Chris and him to see the dance and they were lucky enough to get some seats. Well, lucky to have money and in a matter of seconds they were promptly seated in a room with a big stage.
He ordered some eastern food and sake for both of them and enjoyed the dimly lit room and the red silk which was hanging off the ceiling and walls, giving every patron a comfortable feeling and a sense of privacy.
Soon the music started and a lady softly announced the performance which would be led by the main dancer Eros. People started to cheer after the name was mentioned and Victor assumed that Eros was someone to look forward to.
Soon both female and male concubines slowly gathered themselves on the stage with stomping feet and their moving up arms to jangle their anklets and bracelets. They were performing to their best until the music reached its climax and a man came out, dancing sultry and gracefully to the beat with swaying hips. The other concubines slowly danced to the side of the stage, making room for the man who caught all of the patron’s attention in a blink of an eye.
The dancer’s midnight coloured hair was slicked back, and his body was adorned with a deep blue partly seen through vest and low-riding pantaloons, displaying proudly his hipbone and contributing to the Arabic vibe of the performance. The dancer’s brown eyes were glowing with a beautiful spark and his confident smile was full of unsaid promises.
And that was the time Victor saw him. The most beautiful man alive.