#rgjunhong

[elxfreya-blog]

♓ on enemy ground

@rgjunhong

Despite being a lady-in-waiting to the Akulakrovi Family, Freya hardly spent her days in the palace with them with the war having her at its beck and call as a healer for the wounded Elvian soldiers. The task in itself was something she greatly enjoyed doing and everyone was extremely grateful to have her. Her skills in water bending made her one of the best healers in the kingdom; also the reason why she was sought after by almost everyone. 

One day in particular, however, began with a serious of extraordinary events. Instead of getting called to the barracks, she was escorted by soldiers to a smaller camp far off into the border and at the sight of the red and gold, she knew this was going to be no ordinary task. “What are we doing here?” She asked, clearly put off by being so close to what she guessed were Suryan troops. 

The look on the soldier’s face was hesitant and careful which matched his next words. “A Suryan prince is injured and they requested that the best healer in of all the land be brought to heal him.” 

[rgcero-blog]

10.

10: childhood dream headcanon

once, mikhail dreamed of joining the army -- following in the steps of his father, and bringing glory to surya. this was a dream shared with his closest friend; a childhood promise, of sorts, to attain a future that they did not yet know would be unattainable together. 

[rgcero-blog]

@rgjunhong:

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it had been his fault: if he hadn’t been so engrossed in losing himself in the scent of tea (the dry, earthiness of it, as calming as it was when he drank it as tea), then he wouldn’t have missed the prince coming in. out of habit he had attempted to lift his mask over his features again, but it was too late; he kept it there, anyway, crouching down to the bottom shelf (locked) as he tried with trembling hands to close the contained of tea leaves and put it back where it had been. 

he froze, however, at that question -- surprised even more by the earlier revelation that he had been proclaimed dead, instead of non-existent. surely, his father would --

“who told you i was dead? my name was stricken from the family record.” he stood again, gaze elsewhere -- anywhere else but the male before him. seolhyun had been different; junhong was, in some sense, a family that had thrown mikhail into hell to die. “my father doesn’t mention me. it’s better if --,” he cut himself off, then, not wanting to seem as pathetic as he looked for that second that the covering on his face had been pulled down. “you don’t...have to know. is it impossible to ask of you to forget that you’ve ever discovered your cousin here?”

[rgcero-blog]

“Now, how about we hear MY side of the story since yours is so obviously a lie?”

the expression on his face was that of tranquil amusement, if such a thing could exist, though only half of it was displayed since the other half was covered by the cloth of the mask over the lower half of his face.  this, he heard, was the young suryan prince he never had a pleasure to meet. he wondered if things would be different, then.

“ah, of course: the bottle of perfume that hadn’t ever fallen off its shelves is just going to fall on its own after you passed it. makes sense...your highness.” the cloth was already in his hand, already crouching down to clean up the mess. “tell your story, then, if what i saw was a lie.”

[rgseungkwan-blog]

“What are you so afraid of?”

seungkwan laughs with his whole body. it’s easy to forget himself when things like this happen - it’s easy to forget the boy next to him is the enemy when they’re so similar. “i’m not afraid, okay - but you go first!” he almost tacks on ‘you have less to lose’ but no, that’s not really true at all. he nudges junhong’s back, pointing to a roof in the distance. “i bet you can’t get all the way over there.” 

he steps to the side now, challenge issued, to give the other prince some room. not that there’s much on the palace roof in the first place - barely enough for the grease-slicked baskets they’re sliding themselves down in to balance precariously on its apex. “and you can’t use your fire to propel you either!”

[rgshin-blog]

@rgxlucas

“A part of me does think I see a ghost, because I do recall running a blade through your body like a kebab after you killed about half of my army.” Lucas stated, crossing his arms. “What are you doing  here? Come to gloat, Shin, about oh so easy victory over Tempestade and how easily we will be conquered?” he asked, sass lining his voice. “Or have you come to surrender and offer your head on a spike?” he asked, hopeful. Lucas knew it was a bit cold, but he had no guilt.

“No. I did not come to gloat.” Shin replied, looking over at the young prince. “Just as I’ve told your sister, I’d tell you. I wanted no part in this war, but I had a duty to serve to the throne. No matter what, ten years ago, we used to train together when your sister came to visit Junhong. Please do not take my kindness as my weakness, Lucas.” Shin frowned at the mentioning of Junhong. He had tailed the second prince when he was behaving weirdly. He knew he should not have mentioned Sooyeon to him.

[rghikari]

“You’re too naive, don’t you understand?”

♕~ “But he looked so hungry, big brother.” 

The commotion was nothing short of a security headache that featured the second born prince and princess of Surya. Around them, onlookers gathered in hopes of spotting the royals in between the open spaces of the royal guards that surrounded them-- it was not everyday that the Dragonborns were seen out of the castle walls. Hikari looked at her older brother with a small indignant pout, stubborn as ever as though the beggar she had just offered food to had not tried to physically harm her and though the man was now in the custody of the guards, Junhong was still obviously very much worried. 

“I’m sorry but I was just trying to  be nice...” 

[rgxlucas-blog]

“Now, how about we hear MY side of the story since yours is so obviously a lie?”

“And how about we ignore your side of the story, because let’s face it. My sister will believe her brother than her fiance.” he said, glancing at the younger. “After all, I’m the one who knows her best.” Lucas said, walking off towards the throne room. “So, it’s going to be the brother vs the fiance and as far I think, I have the upper hand, my dear future brother in law.”