ɪt had become almost routine at this point. Kunpimook was sitting on one of the protecting walls surrounding the small town; his body clothed in something akin to a dress, given to him by the king as clothing for the day, and he was almost shivering from the slight breeze that swept past him.
ℋe was like a pet, a toy for the castle’s king, but he couldn’t complain too much at the prospect. He was cared for, fed and clothed day in and out.
Ⴀhough he was given almost too much time to himself, time to explore the town when he wasn’t distracted by the animals that the king kept in the stables. He enjoyed watching them, but he was always much too scared to approach them; he supposed it came with the leporidae blood coursing through his veins.
ℋis feet carried him from the wall, and before he even had realized where he was, Kunpimook found himself immersed in people, the center of the town, and he was worming his way through whatever spaces he could squeeze into until he found himself face to chest with someone—presumably male from the hardness. His head tipped back, semi-transparent eyes finding someone who seemed to be carrying a bag, and he let himself smile.
❝ɪ'm sorry, Sir, I couldn't see where I was walking❞
Most of the young knights under the king's control didn't make through the first phases of their intensive training, being sent to war instead of working as the ruler's royal guard. Shiyoon had both skill and luck in his favor, considering his fellow knights were all much older and experienced than him. They all grew beards and strong, firm muscles, while he was just an average male with a hairless face.
Not only that, but his heart was still pure and filled with justice, believing in his king's wisdom, unaware of the true nature of their conspirators. In the eyes of the ones that lived long enough to tell the story, he was nothing but an innocent, naive young adult. To others, as for example the lady peasant from the local market to whom he had shown kindness countless times, he was something close to an actual savior.
None of these thoughts crossed his mind, though. He was courageous, confident in himself and his ways, always wandering around the village with his chin up high. Maybe a bit too high that day, since he was on his way back from a task his king had requested personally(and that itself was an honor), not actually noticing the stranger in front of him until the latter bumped into his light chest armor.
He adjusted the bag over his shoulder before taking a closer look at the seemingly younger male. His eyes were-- curious, to say the least. As well as his clothing. "Are you blind?" Those words didn't really sound harsh in his mind, so it was only after he heard himself that regret quickly weighed down on him, regardless of the fact that he was curious if the boy was actually blind, not exactly intending to be rude. "I mean-- literally blind. You know? Like, you can't see.. uh-- I don't know if I'm making sense. Forgive me." With an almost furious shake of his head, he straightened up and cleared his throat. "Is everything alright, citizen?"
