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|| A bed of roses and other nonsense

The prince of Aranarth had made sure that Jaejoong was away all day, giving him a whole list of tasks to do outside of the palace. Jaejoong would have to travel through the city to get expensive fabrics, gemstones from the mermen that came from Antiva and buy the sweetest fruits he could find (”And be sure to check the three markets!”). A masterplan if you asked Min Jun, especially since he had just heard that the slave trader was coming this Friday and that he couldn’t cancel him. It meant that he would have to inform Jaejoong that he would get another servant. The outcome of their fight in Antiva where things had gone all kinds of wrong.

Yet Min Jun was pretty positive about it all; Jaejoong agreed to date him. And while he had felt as shy as he had the previous weeks something had changed. He knew he had a chance now and while he had not acted on it yet. He would tonight. When Jaejoong would arrive in his room after the long day of tasks (and the explicit order to go to his room after because Min Jun had to study and was not to be disturbed) he would find his whole chamber covered in red roses, a golden necklace with a black stone dangling from the doorhandle, expensive chocolate on his bed and a good, really good wine on his nightstand. Min Jun knew he had said ‘dates’ and not ‘giving massive amounts of gifts’ but to be alone in such a manner with Jaejoong still terrified him to the bone. And this was a good start, right?

The elf was all giddy as he laid in bed, wondering if Jaejoong would maybe come upstairs to say something. would he thank him? Maybe kiss him? The thought made the elf hide his face in the pillow and laugh a little (Glewair was glaring at his owner, flying off into the night because he had zero interest in the mating rituals of humans). Perhaps the other would be angry, had it been too much? He pondered about this as he hugged the pillow and stared at the fire. 

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On golden streets we dance free

Min Jun had been in a meeting with his father. It had taken the whole afternoon and his servant had not been allowed to join them because they had to discuss ‘sensitive matters’. Which meant nothing more than his father trying to get Min Jun to meet other royal children (and for the Nightmother’s sake, don’t cut off any more tongues) to maybe get connections and a maybe romantic and more so economic gain from said connection. Min Jun was far from willing to form any bonds with any of those royal kids that were, as he told his father, below him in blood, royalty and money anyway. “Why do you want me to marry some kind of rich beggar that just wants me for the title of future empress?” His father had let out a sigh, then a groan and then told Min Jun to ‘give them a chance’ and ‘hasn’t that whore done any good yet’. On which Min Jun answered that Jaejoong had done many good things but that he was ‘training him myself to be my personal servant to tend to my every need.’ Not including sexual favors (yet) (never) (maybe ever).

The prince came out of his father’s chambers tired but with a smile, he had good news for Jaejoong and he couldn’t help but tell his friend/servant/upgraded whore. “Jaejoong-” He called out as he entered the chambers where he had left the other to ‘study up on proper etiquette’ which was Min Jun’s way of saying ‘go take some hours off and read, no one comes in this old small library anyway’. He looked at the halfblood excited as he darted over and bit his bottomlip. “Guess what, we’re going to Antiva tomorrow. Just you and me. And some guards of course but we can forget about them. I have to attend some stupid royal thing again. Lord Luhan will be there; but aside from that we will have two days there on our own.” He pulled on Jaejoong’s hand. “We need to pack my pirate boots!”

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And thus the prince and the servant, and five large suitcases of clothing, were travelling to the golden city of Antiva. Located South of Aranarth; it would be hotter in the city of assassins, pirates and merchants so Min Jun had allowed Jaejoong to bring more revealing outfits (”But not too revealing!”) and he himself was wearing a darkblue outfit with golden details that revealed a good portion of his grey chest and arms. Small hairpins of golden leaves were placed in his raven hair and he was looking out of the carriage, pulled by two pegasi, almost constantly. Excited to leave the city, for the first time, on his own. The travel was longer than he had anticipated and the prince had brought books to read for him and Jaejoong. (A book on celibacy for Jaejoong was included as a gentle nudge. Min Jun was just giving him options.) Meanwhile Min Jun was completely lost within a book about a darkhaired pirate that swept a prince from his feet and abducted him to his ‘ship of lust and arousal’. Small giggles came from the lord and he sat, unknowing, much closer to Jaejoong with every chapter he read. Right to the point where he was leaning against the servan’t shoulder as he bit his thumg while reading how the pirate ‘pounded into the royal prince while marking him with his teeth and mouth’. 

Properly sexually frustrated the prince and his servant arrived in Antiva, where the streets were indeed golden and the people seemed open and nice. With a n assassin in between clad in dark leather and looking arrogant but beautiful in Min Jun’s eyes (even if he did thank the Nightmother that he had not been taken as a young child). “Jaejoong, we are sleeping in this house. It belongs to father and the guards will be outside the whole day and night.’ It was a reasonably small house that looked out over the golden streets but inside it was richly decorated with golden tables, chairs and closets. Food was displayed on the tables and maids were running around to clean the last shelves and bedsheets. All the maids were wearing the chains of slavery but the chains were lighter, smaller. Designed to fit the frail bodies of the females. They were all dark elves and wore their hair not in the braids Min Jun was used in Aranarth but loose in waves. Matching the sound of the ocean close by. “Jaejoong-” He mumbled as he was done observing the maids and took two plates with him as he walked upstairs to the bedroom where he (and Jaejoong, there was a second bed) would be staying. “Tonight we will have to go to the feast. Are you okay with seeing Lord Luhan again, or do you wish to stay here? I will not hold it against you if you decide to stay here.” 

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|| As it roars ||

The weather had been bad since the beginning of the afternoon, dark grey clouds gathered above Aranarth and took the sunlight away from the gardens. At that time Min Jun and Jaejoong had been outside for some exercising and Min Jun had given the servant an outfit that was ‘not too revealing because all the maids have been looking at you’. Resulting in long pants and a shirt with long sleeves in a dark green but, as the prince said, ‘the fabric breathes you will be fine’. The prince himself was wearing long pants as well but a tanktop on top of it, showing off his slim but slowly building arms as he did push ups. Yet at the sight of the clouds he frowned and stopped what he was doing. 

“Let’s go inside, Jaejoong.” He muttered, gesturing at his servant as he walked to the palace (leaving all towels and water bottles behind. Friend or not jaejoong was his servant). 

The remainder of the day Min Jun was jumpy. Getting easily flustered by things and sounds and he dropped his spoon five times during dinner, resulting in him cursing at the silver cutlery and eventually throwing it at a statue of his father. Hitting it in the bronze nose. As the evening drew close he and Jaejoong were in Min Jun’s room, going through the plans of the next day. A soft rumbling sounded in the distance and Glewair made a sound, leaving the tower. “He loves thunderstorms.” Min Jun mumbled as he watched his bird go and bit his lower lip. “Uh, Jaejoong can you help me with folding all my clothing again?” He opened the closet and revealed, neatly folded, stacks of expensive clothing. “I think it looks messy.” 

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Truly, Min Jun dreaded the feast he had to attend. And he had, unhappily, told Jaejoong that the clothing on his bed was what he would wear today. The clothing was revealing, far more than what Min Jun liked on his servant. Especially the first time he would attend a social gathering outside the palace with him. A wide satin pair of pants, that fell in beautiful forms and shapes as the male would move, with rhinestones on the rims and little mirrors on the legs that reflected light perfectly. The top or rather the piece of fabric barely covered anything. A thin jacket-like structure with golden chains that draped over Jaejoong's chest was all he would wear today. His silver chain was replaced by a golden one with similar rhinestones and Min Jun had rolled his eyes hundred times at the whole outfit.

But they had to do this and, as Min Jun had told Jaejoong, he would have to look like what others thought he was, the prince's whore (actually he had said er-er-erotic and then he had blushed so deeply that he wasn't able to think straight anymore. But the message had been clear).

So on the afternoon of the dreadful day Min Jun and Jaejoong were getting into a carriage. The prince was wearing clothing with the royal crest on his back, his hair fell over his shoulders, perfectly draped to let his high cheekbones come out and there was golden and black around his eyes. He wore an expression of anguish as they sat in the carriage to the feast. "Jaejoong..." Min Jun said softly "When we are there, I have to treat you differently. More like a slave and less... well you know." He was uncomfortable about it, hating the idea of commanding Jaejoong like a street dog. Sure he was his servant yet he still deserved an amount of respect in the prince's eyes. "On these parties other lords and royals will ask you to serve them, but under no circumstance you may do that." Min Jun glared at his servant "You are to only serve me, no one else. Whatever they say or ask, the servant of the prince will not serve those filthy new-rich scumbags that got their money from nasty business."

As the carriage stopped in front of a mansion, out of the city Min Jun waited for Jaejoong to open the door and help him out. "Two steps behind me, to my right." He whispered as a reminder before walking over to the mansion where they were met by a large group of royal elves, all a little older than Min Jun was and all in the company of high class slaves. One even more exposed than the other, Min Jun scrunched his nose unhappy as people started to recognize him. 

"I didn't know you finally took a whore." Someone said.

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