There is no lie to grace upon his sudden and inhumane satisfaction at both their rebelliousness, one which leaves the court in awe of how they pluck up the courage with their teenage fingers and force it upon the rest of the world, implanting it with words as rich as honey. Their minds differ from others and that is what makes them so specially unique. He revels in it, admiring themselves in the pureness of their own adolescence and he plans to keep it. Words falling from his lips easily, he’ll have them eating out of his hand soon. Or so he hopes. Little in the world can stop him.
He supposes it’s his family that’s turned him like this. The good looking prince with no morals. He wishes he can change from what he is, but he can’t. It’s too hard to turn back now, especially due to all that’s happened. There’s a feeling inside of him that warns him to be careful. He’s in Rakuzan, after all. What happens in there stays in there. Death is nothing but a word, and it’s nothing they fear. Bottom line, Ryota will have to find a way to stab them without them realizing that they've been stabbed. It’s good he’s born for this sickly, backstabbing job. It’s something that he’s actually proud of and he knows he shouldn’t be. But there’s nothing that can change him now.
Feelings ride ahide in the life of royalty. Sometimes, it’s so strong he wishes he can no longer take part in the monarch but it’s hard to disappoint the family who has been raising you for so long. Sit with your back straighter. Don’t show your feelings. Those are all the things he’s been taught to do and finally, now, he can see why. Their lips are stiff, and they act standoffish. This is everything Kaijō is about. He needs to learn soon, and that is what he is doing now. Standing up to people who have kept him changed and threatening them.
Voices are important. His voice is dangerous but kind, as if it’s a lullaby waiting to stab you in the back. That is what he is. He lures them in, making them think he’s weak and he will attack. Oh, he will attack with the mighty power of a thousand seas. They’ll fear him, but the power if too strong to be contained just yet. What is he? A prince less than twenty years old and still forced upon the life he lives currently, the one where he has to look every corner and check every piece of food before he takes it upon himself to feed. What a life he lives.
‘Indeed, Wehnhe-sama. Thank you.’ Eyes are met with eyes and it takes all he has to not smirk at the obvious distress that surrounds them both. His gaze is drifted to her cupid bow and how the fan is not rest atop. These are two important rules that they broke. He doesn’t fear the aftermath for some reason. Perhaps it’s because he knows that whatever, the raven haired girl in front of him will share the same fate as him and if they die, oh if they die, they’ll be right next to each other and nowhere else. Nobody can pull them apart for their bond is stronger than the strongest metal.
With another glance of satisfaction upon the room, he makes his way out with the smallest flourish, as if enjoying all of this. His fingers push the door open and he’s down the hall before they can stop him and in front of the library. Only seconds later, the door opens and he’s running his hand along the dusty books. It’s a shame, that they have a library filled with so much knowledge and hardly any time to use it. He picks out a book, a history and depth into the lives of the Rakuzan monarch and his eyes are scanning through the pages. Yet, he cannot help his lips tugging at a smirk at the memory of the rebelliousness he and Wenhe had provided.
Perhaps they are not so different after all.
