Royal Dreams | w/ @temporalobjects ft Iwai & Mill au Prince Yongsoo
With an irritated grunt the Prince lifts his small, thin bladed sword with it’s gilded ivory handle and angrily slashes at a bush near by. Soft sued leather boots stomp at the undergrowth sitting thick around the small, winding track through the forest, as strong brows gather in a frown and pink lips purse in pissy defiance to the busy bodies hurrying around in search for him, not far behind. “I never get to do what I want” he huffs, grumbling to himself as the long day of travelling back to the capital slowly draws to an end and night threatens to fall in the West. He’s of an age now where he should be able to do as he pleases! Or so the Prince feels. So far removed from the actual suffering of normal folk, his well fed, supported life feels more like a cage, when he dreams of adventures and war! Still, if he was to meet something more challenging than an ivy push, he might have issues, as even though he’s slashing at it, he’d barely made a dent.
“Stupid sword” he grumbles, half tempted to throw it away and protest, but the thing was precious to him, so instead he holsters it by his hip and sets to looking around. “Prince Yongsoo!” He hears in the distance, their voices carrying closer as they continue their frantic search, leaving him to groan with a roll of his eyes and carry on, deeper into the forest. Only this time off the path.
He walks for a little while, birds chirping over head and the canopy becoming thicker and though he can’t put a finger on it, the oddest sensation creeps up his neck, as with a frown he turns a little on the spot, eyes lifting to higher tree branches. Why did he feel as if he were being watched? This was decidedly less fun then he had originally envisioned, yet still he marches on. The voices of his guards or servants now not reaching him, a he presses forward and past a small, bubbling stream. On the other side, having scurried across wet rocks, Yongsoo comes across the large, rundown remains of what seems to be a mansion. Sprawling brickwork, riddled with roots cracking it’s stonework, rotting doorways and broken roof tiles. It seems to have once been a large estate, but now nature had once again claimed it. He’d never heard of anyone living in this forest before. “How strange..” he murmurs to himself, feeling a pull to go ahead and take a look. One foot stepping forward before behind him a twig snaps and he hears the angry huff of a horse. “There you are-!” The mounted soldier calls out, breaking the spell, as the Prince spins around to look at him.
“Well it took you long enough!” Yongsoo huffs, before his eyes slowly turn back to the derelict palace. “Come along, Sire” the man calls, horse a little jittery in the shadow of the ruins but slowly stepping forward to collect him. “It’s not safe here at night, we need to get you back” he calls out, extending a gloved hand for the young Prince to take, so he can pull him up to share his saddle. “Hm... yes” the Prince murmurs, slowly turning away to do as he’s bade. He would have liked to explore...