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Seonghwa

Seonghwa rushes through the halls of Camelot castle with an uncommon urgency in his step. Wooyoung, his trusted servant follows behind, his hands wringing nervously. There are no secrets between them, thus the reason for Seonghwas little outburst.

"Sire, I really do believe the King has your best interest at heart. There's no reason to be this upset about it really. I'm sure he would have told you this morning if not by this afternoon." Wooyoung tries to reason with the crown prince. But it's no use. Seonghwa stays firm in his strides before bursting through the doors to the throne room.

The King looks up from his seat at the side of the room, not yet expecting any intrusions he often settles at one of the many tables to look over the work of the day. Now he seems startled by his sons sudden visit. Watching his expression, his eyes then trail to Wooyoung and a sigh leaves his lips. Really, he should have known better than to trust the servants sworn secrecy.

"Father-" Seonghwa is ready to begin but the King cuts him off by rising from his seat. "Seonghwa whatever it is we will speak of it later today." but the prince is a stubborn, sharp witted young man and won't be held up so quickly "No it will not, Father. When were you going to tell me?"

His father sighs. Truthfully he isn't ready to answer that question. He may be King, but he is just as much a man, a husband and a loving father to his only son and two daughters. "Seonghwa please -" the king tries to reason, taking a step towards the prince now clenching his fists, angry red patches appearing in his face. "No! Be honest with me, when were you going to tell me?"

The King relents, he always does. "Seonghwa you are now a fully grown adult. We have talked about your change in curriculum before. You will start joining meetings this winter and there is allot to prepare for. I simply didn't think it was necessary to include more on your plate." he tries to reason softly. Knowing his sons temper would only be tamed by staying level headed.

"So you where going to pick out babysitters for me behind my back." The prince shoots at him, his frustration clear in his tone. "Babysitters?" the King gives Wooyoung a confused look but the servant boy simply shrugs at him. The King raises a brow. "What makes you refer to your personal guard as babysitters son? That is quite a slander to their profession you know."

Seonghwa sighs, his body depleting. And the King knows he has softened his sons frustrations already. "Father," the prince sighs again before taking the Kings hands, choosing his words carefully "You love me, do you not?" The King looks at him confused "Of course I do." Seonghwa simply sighs again, a small smile now on his lips "You trust me, do you not?" The King feels baffled by the question but nods. Now Seonghwa smiles wider as a warmth fills the room at its beauty. "Then why do you not let me be a part of these decisions?" The King is about to make a remark when the prince raises his hand to signal he still has more to say.

"These are not just any ordinary Knights Father, these are going to be my right hand men for the rest of their lives, or my life, for that matter. They will be with me on every occasion, they will defend me and protect me. They will know my most intimate secrets, they will be more like friends than simple soldiers. Just like you's are to you. Shouldn't I get some say in who is chosen for this task? Shouldn't you at least ask me before you send out a notice to all the nobles to send their best to compete in a tournament next week?" The prince reasons sweetly. Knowing exactly how to entice his father into his plans. "The fact that you did so behind my back makes me feel like you simply want to choose spies who will report back to you all the things you wish to know about me. Like babysitters." Seonghwa pouts, his eyes glistening is overplayed betrayal.

The King folds under his gaze instantly. He sighs before chuckling "You know son, I almost fell for that one." Seonghwa huffs, bracing his hands on his hips "Father, I am being serious. I don't want you to just choose random young nobles or soldiers to be my personal guard. You must let me have a say in this."

The King grins "Oh? And what's in this for me?" Seonghwa rolls his eyes "I don't know why you think I'm hiding such daring secrets from you. I've been good with all my lessons, I am never late to any court meetings, I've kept a good image for all of us have I not. Why do you keep insisting I'm a trouble maker when I bring you no trouble at all?"

The King laughs heartily "No trouble at all? Then what do you say to the many times I have found you and your servant trudging mud down the halls late at night hm? Or that time I found you missing along with two of our fastest steeds? Or the time your bathwater mysteriously exploded turning most of the west wing into a mess of bubbles? Or let us not forget the night -"

"Alright, that's enough dear!" The queen announces from the northern entrance to the throne room. Her smile is warm and cheery, one can see where Seonghwa got his own smile form. Seonghwas heart lifts at the sight of her. She takes graceful steps towards him and places a soft palm at his cheek, leaving a warm kiss on the other. Then she winks at him before turning to his father.

The King is just as, of not more, enamoured by his queen. The softness seeping though him visible in how he takes her hand and leaves a soft peck on their wedding band. "I was just reminding this little lad just how troublesome he truly is. There is a reason I wanted him to mature a little more before giving him more work in court." The queen smiles at her husband. "I know that dear, of course I do. But your son has made a compelling argument. These Knights will be special to him. He must be able to trust them with his life. It isn't right for us to pick them without him having any say at all."

"But - But my love -" the King tires to stop her but the queen holds his gaze. "When you chose your personal guard you had them fighting for the position over three weeks. I remember those games you know. It's the whole reason we even met. Why should our son not be given the same chance?" They begin a silent battle of will. The king stares at his queen and vice versa. Seonghwa has seen it all to often. His parents seemed connected by some higher power, their thoughts mingling between them open and honest. Seonghwa could only hold his breath for the outcome.

"Fine." the king ground out solemnly. The queens bright smile returned and she pecks her husband on the cheek. "Thank you dearest, I'm sure Seonghwa will behave well and find his knights in shining armour." She spins to her son, now beaming at her ear to ear. He wraps her in an embrace "Thank you Mother. I won't disappoint you." she runs her hands through his hair lovingly "I know you won't my love." The prince turns to his father, forcing the now slightly grumpy man into an embrace just the same "Thank you father, I won't waist this opportunity." The king only chuckles "Of course you won't"

As Seonghwa strides out of the hall back to his chambers a lightness fills his steps. The queen sighs at the sight, loving and endeared. The king sighs in exasperation. "You know he's going to create trouble again." he comments to his wife. The queen only laughs "You mean like a certain someone I knew when he was about Seonghwas age?" She gives him a daring sideways glance with a sly smile. The king only runs his hands through his hair "Sometimes I fear he is too much like me."

The queen only laughs once more, taking her worried husband into her arms "If he's like you then all will be well." She speaks assured, for she knows her son and her husband well. And she trusts them to handle themselves. And if they don't, well, they're lucky to have her by their side to clean up the messes they make.

*****

The news of the tournament to find the future kings personal guard sweeps through the town uncontrolled. Everyone is speaking about it withing hours, placing bets on which families would show, wagering which sons of nobles and which sons of peasants could be considered for the role. The now ruling King had chosen five knights, making himself the sixth sword in a battle. An even number but not too many. They had stayed by his side all his life till today and would be training the next generation of personal guards for once the king retires.

Seonghwa always found the bond towards a knight and his king similar to the bond of marriage. Wooyoung found his comparison appalling, but to Seonghwa it just made sense this way. These young men would be with him for the rest of his life, every day, form dusk till dawn. When travelling they would most likely share accommodations and tents too. And in the unlikely event of war they would be with him at the front lines for every moment of it. Marriage was quite similar, only that it contained a special sort of connection as well as the bondage for spending every day together.

Once dressed and finished with his breakfast he asked Wooyoung to wander into town and gather information for him. On everyone attending, on their families, their connections, their rumours. He wanted to know these young men before they even stepped onto the tournament field. Where there any wildcards? Any commoners who would join in the high stakes game of rising the ranks?

By the evening he was buzzing with anticipation. His father had brought him the stack of invitations that where answered and Seonghwa had ploughed through them. All the usual noble families where listed. Accolon of Gal, Bedivere, Calogrenant, Constantine, Dinadan, Galahad, Gwain, Elyan, Percival, Leon, Gergory and even Lancelot. All houses that have served the royal family since the days of King Arthur. These families Seonghwa knew well. Their sons mostly pompous and proud. A trait they undoubtedly had taught their soldiers as well. Not necessarily what Seonghwa was looking for but he couldn't turn them down either.

Then there were the commoners who had sent in their registration forms. Every young man who could hold is own with a weapon could register for the ranks of Knighthood. If deemed worthy they could join the military, becoming vital income sources to their families. These kinds of stories always intrigued the prince. Leaving ones family behind completely, not knowing if they would die during the next armed conflict surely wasn't an easy feat. It took a special kind of bravery to do it. Or a special kind of desperation.

Wooyoung returned with a wide grin and a glint in his eyes that made Seonghwa pull up a chair and gesture to him to sit. It was not common for a prince to be this casual with his servant but Wooyoung had always been more to him than just a help. Wooyoung was his oldest and most trusted friend. His left hand, if you will. Followed by Yeosang. Though the mage wasn't officially appointed yet, Seonghwa knew he was going to be the next court mage once he rose to the throne. Before Wooyoung could begin to speak the mage rushed in after him, blushing a little in embarrassment for seeming so eager, he too took a seat across from Seonghwa to share what he had found out about the contestants too.

"There's the usual crowd." Wooyoung started. Seonghwa nodded, gesturing to the pile of papers on his desk "Mostly not very interesting except the young Lancelot!" Wooyoung almost squeals "Not only is he devilishly handsome and oh so charming, he also gives to the poor, helps with physical labour whenever he can and has never once lost a sword fight - even though everyone swears he only ever fights fair." Wooyoung is vibrating in his seat. Seonghwa pulls up a brow "I have a feeling you might be slightly biased Wooyoung, you sure you don't just want him to yourself?" The servant blushes but doesn't relent. "No! I'm simply telling you what I heard. And if I did have any say I would put in a good word for someone so kind and - and-"

"Sexy?" Yeosang offers blankly, making Seonghwa snicker. Wooyoung blushes even harder and huffs "Oh well fine then. Yes, I think he's unbearably hot and my mind can think of a hundred unholy things to do to him but that doesn't change the fact that he's not like the other noble poppycock's!" Wooyoung crosses his arms with a small pout, sticking up his chin in defiance to their laughs and teasing.

Seonghwa simply shakes his head "Alright, I believe you." He soothes the servants annoyance "What of the commoners?" Wooyoung's grin returns and so does Yeosangs. "There is a wild card this year." he servant begins ominously, dragging out the drama for Seonghwas amusement. Yeosang nods solemnly, playing along to create the effect they wanted. "He is acclaimed to be a normal commoner but rumours have it he is connected to Morgana, some even say he is from the Mordred bloodline." Wooyoung continues, his face becoming very serious.

Seonghwa knows he is simply relaying innocent town gossip. He doesn't believe it for a second. But entertainment is slim as the prince carrying the future on his shoulders and he delights in these little games to pass the time. He nods for them to continue. "I did some digging" Yeosang begins "He is from up north. All tales point to growing up as a farm boy. Why he decided to join the military and train as a knight no one seems to know but I can sense a painful past. There is a strong motivation in him, a relentless fire. I can sense he has motives he isn't telling anyone."

Though Seonghwa knew all to well to filter the gossip out of Wooyoung's tales, Yeosang was a much more trustworthy source. Yeosang had a sense for people. Though he himself rarely understood emotions directed towards him, hence his empty love life, he was impeccable at reading those around him for anything else. This did in fact peak Seonghwas interest. "Do you think he means any harm?" The mage shakes his head "No, there is not a malicious strand in his body. He too seems kind and soft hearted."

"He also has this rugged handsomeness to him." Wooyoung cuts in "He arrived yesterday and has since helped half the town with some errand or two just to secure a roof over his head. He doesn't shy away from work and shares even the simplest loaf of bread with the homeless children in the slums."

Seonghwa furrows his browns in thought. The slums appeared on the princes mind allot. The thought of all those children, homeless, parent-less. It broke his heart. But it was a more difficult problem to fix than one would think. Politics make a simple question into a formidable debate. Seonghwa has been working on a proposal for years but never managed to get it past the first two minutes of heated discussion. If he could, he would simply invite all the children to come and live with him in the castle, clothe them, feed them, keep them warm and safe. Children always awoke a softness in his soul and he dearly wished to help them someday.

*****

The first day of the tournament the contestants would simply parade through the town and let their faces be seen amongst the people before collecting on the grounds of the palace and presenting themselves to the royal family. Tents had been put up for them to stay in on the outskirts of the Castle, bonfires already in swing for the next meal.

Seonghwas older sister, Solar had returned to Camelot with her husband under the guise of accompanying him to the games since he was presenting some of his own contestants. But Seonghwa knew she simply wanted to see the games and gawk at the burly men. She had married her husband out of love, that Seonghwa knew for certain. But she had always been a curious woman and liked the views of bare chests almost as much as Wooyoung did. He was glad to have her back. She would make this entire ordeal a whole lot more entertaining.

His younger sister, Orphelia, was still in her teenage years. More fascinated by books and flowers than by men, she yawned as the soldiers started to arrive. Seonghwa loved his little sister to peaces. But he knew she would hate every second of these silly games.

The three of them sat on the podium, side by side. The king and queen where seated next to them, on another podium. Graceful and poised the queen smiles and waves to the people calling out to her. The king keeps a stern and steady glare over the procession. As if already singling out who he considered worthy.

"Ugh how long is this stupid parade supposed to take?" Orphelia mutters under her breath. Seonghwa catches it though and coughs into his fist. "At least until dusk little sister." Orphelia scoffs and Seonghwa suppresses a laugh.

"What's up with you two?" Solar pokes her elbow at Seonghwa "Don't leave me out just because I'm married" she pouts and Seonghwa can feel Orphelia roll her eyes at the comment. It was Solar's favourite thing to say every since she married out of the family. "We're not leaving you out you're ears are just deaf." Orphelia deadpans a the eldest, who gives a scandalized look in reply. This time Seonghwa can't hold back his giggle. Just as he had hoped, his sisters where making this just entertaining enough that it was bearable. Their father clears his throat and the three of them stiffen a little, suppressing their smiles even further.

Seonghwa let's his eyes sweep over the crowd of soldiers gathered in formation on the lawn. Their hair stuck to their heads under the helmets, sweat trickling down their visible chins. He pitied them just a little, being forced to stand in the blaring sun all day must be uncomfortable. Some of them beamed with pride, waving to the crowd like celebrities. Others puffed up their chests to show off whatever crest had been carved into their breastplates. A phew of them actually looked like they were about to pass out.

As his eyes creep over the crowd he wonders which could be the rumoured wild card. With a flick of his hand Wooyoung scurries forward and leans over so they could speak in almost privacy. "Which one is the wild card? Can you tell?" Wooyoung looks up and scans the crowd of over two dozen soldiers. His eyes snatch on one of the men and he gasps a little. Seonghwa scoffs "Stop staring at San, you've told me enough about him already. I'm not looking for the Lancelot kid, I'm looking for the wild card."

Wooyoung only blushes and continues his search, unusual for him to not give a reply. Seonghwa wonders if this is more than just a little crush but before he can venture to ask Wooyoung perks up "There! Second to last row, third from the left. I found his name by the way." he hushes into Seonghwas ear. "It's Kim Hongjoong."

The procession dragged on far to long. His father reciting almost the entire family history, the founding of the knights of the round table, the tale of King Arthur. Many records of that time had gone lost after Merlin the Mage disappeared following King Arthur's death but everyone knew the tale. The legacy that Seonghwa and his family apparently were supposed to uphold. It was an odd story, cursed. Every time anyone tried to recount it something in the story changed. Minor details, names, places. Nothing ever staid truly the same. And so, over time, the versions of the stories became so varied that it's impossible to tell what really was the truth.

Never the less the king recounted a version of the founding story and highlighted the importance of the future kings personal guard. He congratulated all for being here and then gave a lengthy speech about the tradition and process of these games.

"The next twelve days my son, the prince and future King, will observe you over the challenges you face and each evening he will chose a select few to spar with. He may look like a delicate prince but my son is as sharp as any with a blade." The king boasts. And while Seonghwa finds it embarrassing that his father speaks of him like this to the entire town, it was true. Many a times has he been underestimated and laughed at for his build, only to best the bully in a match of swords. "Twelve days, twelve challenges and twelve matches to determine the next generation of knights." The king finishes his speech and Seonghwas heart starts to race at the crazy idea that has just formed in his mind.

Before he can think better of it he rises from his seat and takes a step forward. "Actually-" he starts, just as the trumpets were going to signal the procession to be over. His father peers over at him with a warning glare, his sisters snicker behind him "I have the first challenge already." he smiles at the two dozen soldiers at his feet. He wishes he could be at their eye level but that would be pushing things a little too far too soon.

"First off, I am instilling a new rule to this years games." The prince begins, the plan still formulating as he speaks. "There are always hazards with such things but in the past some of the unfortunate accidents could have been easily evaded. No blood shall be spilled by a fellow solider. You are comrades, not enemies to each other. If you are caught sabotaging or trying to eliminate any of your fellow soldiers you will be removed from the games immediately." He lets his words settle over the crowd. Some of them shifting uneasily in their boots. "Injuries will happen to be sure but you cannot aim for a killing strike. I expect a clean game from any of my future knights. The second rule is that any one of you, at any point in these games can leave at their own accord. Your reasoning does not matter and you will receive no reprimand for it. I want only the truly willing to stay."

Seonghwa smiles at them, trying to seem a little less like a tyrant and more like a person. Not to different than themselves. "Now for the first challenge. I'm giving you time to prepare. Tomorrow you will each have 5 Minutes to speak with me alone." A hush of surprise falls over the crowd and many of the soldiers look at him with confusion. "Since we will be spending allot of time together and you all already got to know each other I am behind on first meetings. Tomorrow I will greet all of you personally so that we may know each other better." He smiles again, enjoying the different reactions he was receiving from the soldiers as well as the murmurs of the crowd. He glances over at his father who already has a hand pinching the back of his nose and his mother hiding a smile behind her long sleeve "That will be all." he dismisses and the procession finally ends.

*****

The next morning Seonghwas rose early. Wooyoung had asked him so many questions last night as to the surprise plan that he had shut the servant out early in order to get a good nights sleep. Now the young man was grumbling to himself as he stokes the little fire in the hearth.

"Good morning to you too." Seonghwa chuckles, his voice still laced in sleep. Wooyoung only glares at him over his shoulder "Oh, so now you're talking to me again?" his friend pouts. Seonghwa sighs "I told you Woo, the idea came to me in a moment. I couldn't have talked to you about it even if I wanted to. I didn't even know it was going to happen." Wooyoung huffs out a long breath.

"Fine. I forgive you. But only under one condition." Wooyoung narrows his eyes at him daring Seonghwa to back away. The prince only laughs "Okey sure, what's your condition." Wooyoung grins "I get to be with you this morning."

Seonghwa laughs "That's not a condition, that's a given Wooyoung, who else would I have with me?" Wooyoung's face drops for a second before his eyes fill with emotions "I though you said alone - like - without me." Seonghwa is still laughing at his friends distressed expression. What a ridiculous notion. "Of course not without you silly. Who am I going to exchange side eyes with when the weird ones start to grovel?" Wooyoung only sniffles "You really do care about me don't you."

Seonghwa gets out of bed and ruffles his friends hair "Don't let it get to your head." he declares but Wooyoung doesn't even hear it. Instead he bounds through the room, plates up his breakfast and sets out the clothes for the day all the while chattering about how he always knew he was Seonghwas favourite.

Some time during the ruckus of the morning Yeosang arrives and they set out to the throne room together. Truthfully, when Seonghwa had said alone, what he meant was, without his family. Though he loved them dearly and their opinions did matter this was something Seonghwa wanted to do on his own. His choice of personal knights could make or break his kingdom. He had to make the call. Wooyoung was with him for both entertainment and his ability to give him honest opinions and Yeosang was with him to asses each of their personalities with his gifts and keen eyes.

The soldiers came in one by one. Some boasting their connections and families, some greeting him like old friends just because they had met once as children. Others praised him or attempted groveling. Again others simply stated their names and then made normal small talk. Two young men Yunho and Mingi even managed to make Seonghwa laugh with their wit and sense of humour. A couple of the commoners seemed to shy to even meet his eyes or say much, but that didn't bother Seonghwa in the least. He hoped they would feel more comfortable with him as time went on. Then came the contestant form Lancelot, San.

Wooyoung tensed the moment he walked in but all Seonghwa could see was a kind smile. He sure looked like all the gossip had made him out to be. Strongly built with soft edges. They made pleasant conversation and Sans smile turned out to be contagious. Seonghwa liked him already and he even caught the man stealing glances at his friend.

The whole morning Seonghwa was nervously waiting for one contestant in particular. One that had stolen his interest since the moment Wooyoung and Yeosang had told him about the man. The wild card, Kim Hongjoong. But of course the one man Seonghwa had designed this entire scheme to see was the very last one to appear.

Tired and ready for his lunch Seonghwa turned to Wooyoung ready to call for a break when the man cleared his throat, eyes waving to the door. Seonghwa turned his head and there he stood. Yesterday at the parade he couldn't see much of the man other than his rusted helmet and clearly second hand armour. He had worn no flag, no banner. Just simple silver armour that had glinted in the sun. Now however he stood before him in nothing but a simple tunic and linen pants. Leather shoes covered in mud leaving a trail behind. Seonghwa noticed he held an object in his hands. Well, things actually. It was a carved wooden bowl and in it lay a pile of bright red berries. The man, Hongjoong, cleared his throat "My name is Kim Hongjoong, trained by the norther regiment I come bearing no flag but my own. It's an honour to finally meet you, your Highness."

Hongjoong bows to him gracefully then takes a step into the room, only now noticing the mud on his boots. "Oh, I'm so sorry" he seems flustered for a moment and Seonghwa can't help the little skip in his heartbeat. "It's fine really." he says, a little softer than he had meant to. Hongjoongs cheeks tint a little, creeping up to colour his ears bright red. Was he young man blushing? "Guess I'm really out of my depth. I hope these make up for it." the young man rubs a hand over the back of his neck as he holds out the bowl of red berries to Seonghwa to take.

Before he can think better of it he does and he can't help the small gasp that escapes him when his own soft fingers brush his callused, muddy ones. Hongjoong stares at him form a moment, as if expecting something. Some form of recognition. Something stirs in Seonghwas hart but he quickly pulls himself back together. "What are these?" Seonghwa asks instead.

Hongjoong seems surprised at the question but quickly wipes it off his face "Oh, well from what I heard you like Strawberries so I got you some." Seonghwa blinks at him, baffled. The pink on Hongjoongs cheeks deepens into a red. Seonghwa notices the little foliage stuck in his sandy brown hair. The smear of mud on his right cheek. "Strawberries are my favourite." is all his mind has to say on the matter.

The confusing thudding of his heart becomes too heavy to bare and he averts his eyes to the bowl of tiny red berries. Strawberries really were his favourite, but he had never seen some so small. He picked on up to look at it more closely. "They're wild strawberries. I got them from the forest behind the castle. I gotta say you have some wonderful woods out there, so many rare finds." Hongjoong rambles as Seonghwa inspects the berry before popping one in his mouth. It dissolves into a pop of sweet an tangy flavour. A perfect strawberry. Seonghwa takes another, then another. Hongjoong is momentarily silent, watching him eat berry after berry.

Then he snaps out of it, cheeks and ears now flaming hot "The woods truly are beautiful. I found at least three different rare mushrooms too, and a whole bush of blue berries. And there's this one oak tree that towers taller than all the others housing a family of squirrels too." Hongjoong continues to babble while his eyes trace every berry Seonghwa puts in his mouth.

The bowl empties quickly as Hongjoong runs out of words. Seonghwa can't take his eyes off the man and his red cheeks. His eyes so warm and sweet. How could a soldier be so adorable at the same time? Seonghwa licks his lips for the rest of the berry juice and Hongjoong takes a deep breath through his mouth, snapping his eyes back up to Seonghwas. Something about the flustered demeanour, the blush, the slight shaking in Hongjoongs pupils sends warmth though his entire body. What the hell is happening?

"Thank you Hongjoong. Those were absolutely delicious. Please, if we ever find the time, you'll have to show me exactly where they grow." He smiles at the man and Hongjoong gives him a dazed smile in return. They get lost in each others eyes for a moment before Wooyoung thankfully pulls him back to reality - before his mind can wander any further.

"Sire, I believe their Majesties are awaiting us for lunch." The servant boy speaks softly from his position to Seonghwas left. Seonghwa blinks at the strange connection he feels to Hongjoong that makes it difficult to look away. "Right. That concludes this mornings introductions. Thank you, again, Hongjoong. I will see you this afternoon." The words feel odd in his mouth and he knows his voice is much to soft and hushed for him to sound like a prince should. Hongjoongs eyes never leave his as he nods, taking steps backwards to the same arch he had appeared in. That's when it hits him. He has seen those eyes before. But every time he tries to grasp at the memory it's like he just misses it.

Once Hongjoong is out of his vision he holds he bowl out to Yeosang on his right "Yeo, what can you find in this?" The Mage looks at him puzzled but takes to bowl "Are you alright My Lord? Do you think there's magic involved?" Seonghwa shakes his head "I'm not sure but I just feel - odd."

Wooyoung snorts next to him loudly "You feel odd? Jesus Seonghwa anyone from a five mile radius could see what was happening between you two. Has nothing to do with magic I can assure you." Yeosang traces the bowl, concentrated before shaking his head in confirmation. Seonghwa furrows his brows. "Seonghwa you can't be serious?" Wooyoung steps in front of him and stares him down with an accusing look. Seonghwa blinks at him, truly confused. The man sighs and runs his hands though his hair "He was flirting with you. Blatantly. Don't get me wrong, it was sweet, kind of. Except for the fact that he obviously dug around to find out about you which is a little weird." Seonghwa blinks again "He- huh?"

Wooyoung rolls his eyes "Seonghwa, Kim Hongjoong basically started courting you just now. He's clearly into you and you-" I points an accusing finger at his chest "Clearly have the hots for him too. No man who isn't in love looks at another the way you just looked at Kim Hongjoong."

*****

Wooyoung's words had rattled Seonghwa out of his stupor. Hongjoong clearly had some kind of affect on him. Whenever he so much as caught a glimpse of the man his body reacted. His heart beat skipped, his stomach fluttered. But it was more than that. Something in his mind started tugging, pulling to break free. But every time he tried to reach toward it, it slipped away. There was more to their connection than simple attraction.

After lunch with his family Seonghwa had joined the soldiers for some casual sword play. They all held back on him for sure but Seonghwas mind wasn't quite in the game anyway so he didn't care to challenge them. When the sun started to sink he took his leave, announcing tomorrow would be the first day of tournament, Horseback riding challenges. Everything from archery to sword fighting while staying seated on a horse.

Seonghwa retreated early that night. Mulling over the strange but adorable soldier. He couldn't get the image of the blush on his cheeks out of his mind. So he called upon Wooyoung and Yeosang to empty a bottle of wine and weave out the ones they all didn't like from the possible candidates. So far they all had their favourites. Wooyoung's choice would clearly always be San. The man had even talked to Wooyoung a little over lunch and the servant couldn't stop blushing and giggling into his wine goblet. Yeosang favoured a noble named Jongho. He said he had never met another with such a stable, sturdy sense of self without being overly confident and arrogant. Yeosang too blushed a little but Seonghwa couldn't discern weather it was the man or the alcohol.

"Soooo Hongjoong is clearly a keeper, right?" Wooyoung giggled, whispering as if they were keeping a secret. Yeosang let a smile slip over his lips, loosened up now that they had opened the second bottle. "Did you see how he so openly stared at Seonghwas lips while he was eating those berries?" Wooyoung started slapping Yeosangs arm in excitement. The mage only nodded along, still grinning. "Will the two of you stop. I've been trying to get him off my mind all day and this really isn't helping." he accidentally confesses. Yeosang and Wooyoung share a look and then burst out in another fit of giggles.

Seonghwa can't stop his own and joins them after trying to pout. "Okey fiiine, I confess. He's - He's-" Wooyoung and Yeosang blink at him patiently "He's just so freaking cute, he's adorable and whenever he looks at me with those deep brown eyes and that open expression I can't help but-" his words get cut off from the rise of heat in his body, his cheeks flush. "Ohhh it's so bad." he whines, hiding his face in his hands and wriggling in his seat. Wooyoung and Yeosang sigh, smiles plastered all over their faces.

"What am I going to do? I can't even look at him without going soft." Seonghwa peeks up from behind his long fingers, still unsure about all these confusing feelings hitting him so quickly. Wooyoung clumsily wraps his arms around him "You just get to know him. Talk to him, see if you match on a personal level too."

"I feel like we've met before. Like I know him already but I've forgotten." he mumbles softly, letting his friend be his support. Yeosang eyes him curiously "You mean you feel a connection to him that runs deeper than just this attraction?" Seonghwa nods. "It's like the memory is right there but as soon as I get to close it slips through my fingers and I can't catch it fast enough."

"Well you were never very good a catching fish." Wooyoung comments off hand. Seonghwa snorts loudly, making them all dissolve in laughter once more. His heartache forgotten for the night.

The next morning Seonghwas head is pounding with the aftereffects of the wine. Wooyoung and Yeosang look no different. The three of them drag themselves through morning preparations and just manage to be on time for the ride to the fields where the Horseback games will be held. His father gives them one look before sighing and shaking his head. His mother slips them a skin of water and a glass vial she claims holds the best hangover cure of all Camelot.

Seonghwa smiles at her gratefully, swings the glass vile and washes down the bitterness with a gulp of water before mouthing his horse. Her name is Strawberry (he had named her when he was 6 years old) and thinking of that made him think of Hongjoong. His eyes sweep the two dozen glinting metal helmets behind him, hoping to catch a glimpse of one with a little rust on it. One without a flag.

They arrive to the grounds and Seonghwa takes his seat with his two sisters on the podium. Yeosang and Wooyoung stay just behind him seated on the floor. "You look like cow dung, little brother." Solar snorts at the sight of him. He gives her a glare but she's not too wrong. Though he had bathed and done his hair, there was no hiding the aftereffects of too much alcohol. "Do you always have to bring up everything negative?" Orphelia defends him. Seonghwas heart softens for her. Solar simply shrugs "Just stating the obvious. Looks like someone has allot on his mind." And with that her eyes turn softer, her smile more like the sister he remembers growing up with. "Are you alright?" Seonghwa ponders telling her everything but the horns sound for the first round of the tournament and so he simply smiles and nods, trying to focus on the day ahead.

He tries to. He really does. Every one of these soldiers disserve an equal chance at his attention and selection. But his eyes always trail back to one soldier in particular. Hongjoong.

The man is not only strong for his small stature and build, but he's fast. His size giving him an advantage in many a fight, even on horseback. His aim is impeccable. His ability to stay in his saddle unrivalled. He has bested every opponent so far and yet still looks ready for more. There is an urgency in his fighting, an aggression, a certain instinct that the nobles don't have. The other commoners that caught his eye Yunho and Mingi present a similar trait. But not quite as honed as Hongjoong does. Not quite as controlled and precise. Seonghwa can't keep his eyes off him and with every breath he wishes to know more about him. Wishes he could just ask him why the hell he has this feeling around him.

The games end and Seonghwa, now sober, realizes he would have to put on his own armour soon and challenge some of these men. He had chosen most of them yesterday already, over wine and exchanges of opinions. But now that he had seen them all fight he knew who he would pick for this first round. Keeping things according to tradition and to please the nobles that had travelled all the way here to see their soldiers in the tournament he chose two of the noblemen. Jongho being the one he was most interested in.

After announcing his decision he left the podium to change in a tent that had been set up for him while the soldiers got a break from the heat. Wooyoung flitted around him tightening the leather straps of his armour, making sure everything was sitting the right way. "You need to be careful. I know you're the prince but you never know what could happen." the servant reminds him, worry creasing his brow.

Seonghwa laughs at him "It almost sounds like you don't trust my ability." he accuses the younger. Wooyoung shakes his head "I trust you, it's those nobles I don't trust." Seonghwa eyes his grim expression, giving him another once over, making sure everything was as it should be. For all the mischief and playfulness the younger man displayed every day he was also very good at his job. The best, Seonghwa could boast. And an even better friend. He puts his hand on Wooyoung's shoulder "Wooyoung, I will be fine." The smaller nods and then turns to hand him his sword and shield.

Two boots appear outside his tent and a man clears his throat. Seonghwas heart leaps at the realization that he can tell who it is simply by the silhouette. "You're Highness?" Hongjoongs voice appears from the door. Wooyoung looks at him surprised What is he doing here? the younger mouths at him I don't know Seonghwa mouths back. "Identify yourself." Seonghwa calls out, even though he knows who it is.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. It's Hongjoong, Sir. I just wanted to wish you luck for your sword fights." the mans voice wobbles just a little and Seonghwa can't help but want to look at his blushing face. Before he can think twice he strolls up to the door and pulls aside the tarp revealing a flustered, short man holding a twig of rosemary and daisies.

Seonghwa still can't quite identify the feelings that rush through him a the sight of Hongjoong so close, and he really should take a step back. But no one can see him outside the tent and Hongjoong is right there. He leans in a little closer, catching a whiff of the rosemary scent. He trails his eyes upwards until his crash into Hongjoongs large, startled ones.

"Rosemary?" he asks with a smile.

Hongjoong swallows thickly. His eyes dart to Seonghwas lips and the prince can't hold back the urge to bite and lick them. He thinks he ears Hongjoongs breath hitch but he can't be sure. "It's supposed to keep you safe. It battle. Protect you." the soldier speaks. "It hasn't even been a day and you're already trying to protect me." Seonghwa muses. He is aware of his own enjoyment of this moment. He can only hope Hongjoong feels the same. "That is my destiny." Hongjoong hushes. His breath brushing Seonghwas cheek.

"Destiny." he finds himself mumbling quietly.

Hongjoong holds out the twig between them. Seonghwa brushes his hand over Hongjoongs before taking it. "Thank you Hongjoong. This is so sweet of you. So thoughtful." The soldier only nods unable to speak. Seonghwas heart stutters as he realised this moment can't just go on forever. He has two sword duels to win and a personal guard to create by the end of the next twelve days. Their eyes meet and for a short moment Seonghwa thinks he can feel himself leaning in closer.

Oh how he wishes he could.

Instead, he pulls back. Tucking the rosemary into his breast plate he turns to Wooyoung, respectfully turned away to pretend to polish his sword. Seonghwa clears his throat and Wooyoung turns. Doing his best to keep a neutral expression but his eyes screaming We will be talking about this later. Seonghwa only nods as he sheathes his sword and grabs his shield.

Hongjoong is still at the entrance. Eyes trailing over his armoured body. Goosebumps flush over his skin. He can't deal with this now. He had two duels to win first.

Chapter Text

Hongjoong

Hongjoongs knees bounce as he watches from the side lines. Yunho and Mingi have been teasing him for the last hour over how his interaction went with the prince. He regrets ever telling them anything. But as his two closest friends he couldn't possibly keep it a secret from them for long.

Yunho had grown up with him in the northern country before they decided to join the military together where they met Mingi. Since then, the three of them were inseparable, much to their military units dismay. However, there were no finer soldiers in the northern regiments and so the men in charge couldn't complain.

Now his two friends stand at his side patiently waiting for the prince to start his first public sword duel. To his surprise the prince doesn't seem nervous in the least, confidence oozing off him as he strides over the dirt packed arena. Hongjoong is reminded just how much the young prince has changed since he last saw him as a child. His heart hammers and aches at the thought. Has the prince really forgotten about him? Was he truly been an insignificant encounter, just another summer amongst many in his no doubt perfect childhood?

Hongjoong shakes his head out of it's thoughts and focuses back on the arena, where Seonghwa just crossed swords with some noble of Camelot. The fight begins and it's clear the noble is playing it safe, unsure how harshly he could swing at the prince. Injuring him would be mortifying, but losing to him an embarrassment. Hongjoong has heard the rumours around the next to be king. How he was deemed too soft. Kind and gentile in nature, more concerned about appearances than getting his hands dirty. They say not a callus grows on his perfect slender hands and that he bathes for at least an hour every night. Whispers of his vanity surround him like an overbearing perfume. But something makes Hongjoong question their hushed whispers.

Seonghwa parries a couple strikes then steps up and hits the noble hard. The loud clang of metal against meta rings trough the crowd sending them into a hushed silence. The noble seemed startled and toppled back but not fast enough. Seonghwa struck him relentlessly forcing his opponent into defence. The noble tries to retaliate but can't shake his astonishment at Seonghwas ability. A wide grin plasters over Hongjoongs face as he watches the prince brutally defeat the noble in smooth and elegant manoeuvres, mastered to perfection.

"That… is unexpected." Yunho mumbles to his right. Mingi nods in agreement at the sight of the now heated battle before them. "He's fast and sure, his strikes hit every time." Mingi observes out loud. "I wonder how long it took him to practice all this while staying so elegant. He looks-" Yunho tries to find the words to describe the display of swordsmanship but Hongjoong finishes for him "-breathtaking. He looks breathtaking."

The first duel comes to an end and the two bow to each other. The noble seems distraught and hot, unsure of how to feel after such a clear display of perfection in comparison to his almost clumsy moves. But even if he was upset he couldn't show it in front of the royal. They bow and part ways. Seonghwa watches him leave with a thoughtful expression, then turns to the crowd of townspeople and smiles warmly, bowing to them too.

Hongjoongs heart warms. Even if Seonghwa has changed over the years he is still the kind and warm young boy he had met all those summers ago. Hongjoong can feel it in his bones. There must still be a connection there, hidden somewhere in Seonghwas memory.

"Jongho is duelling him next." Mingi speaks, watching the next opponent stride onto the field. Jongho had introduced himself to the small band of commoners on their first evening at the contestants camp. He seemed unbothered to mingle with the common folk, earning Hongjoongs respect already. He was a pleasant conversationalist but had a sharp blade in a fight. Hongjoong was interested to see how he would do against the royal.

Seonghwa noticed the noble and shoved his helmet back onto his head. They shook hands and Hongjoong could see Jongho speak, though he was too far away to hear it. Seonghwa smiled and nodded. Their swords crossed and the battle begun. Unlike the first noble Jongho didn't hold back in the slightest. Where Seonghwa embodied grace and balance, Jongho's strikes are filled with strength and determination. They clashed like the waves crash against the shore. The crowd getting more and more excited as the battle continues. Hongjoong can feel himself holding his breath only to sporadically release it when Seonghwa just misses another strike, or thrusts his sword to just barely missing Jongho.

It's a spectacular display of ability. From both sides. But after a full half hour of endless attempts at defeating the other they call truce. Seonghwas smile is wide and blinding, uncaring that there was no true winner. Jongho simply shakes his hand and bows. His face impossible to read. The crowd cheers and calls their names. Jongho nods at them before walking off the dirt grounds while Seonghwa smiles and waves, bowing to their cheers in thanks.

"Well, he sure isn't what I expected." Yunho declares, crossing his arms over his chest. Hongjoong scoffs "You really shouldn't believe those terrible rumours about anyone Yunho. They are never true and you know it."

"Still, I didn't think someone as sheltered and well loved as the prince would even know how to hold a sword, let alone best a man like Jongho in a fight." Mingi adds on to Yunho's thoughts. "You both have no faith in our future king." Hongjoong defends the prince, glaring up at the two much taller men sharing a knowing glance. "You're right Hongjoong, neither of us is as hopelessly in love with the future king as -"

Hongjoong yelps and covers Yunho's mouth by jumping him. "Don't you dare speak those words out loud Yunho or I will have your head." The taller simply laughs, ruffling Hongjoongs hair.

The next time the soldier looks over at the prince their eyes meet. Seonghwa tilts his head for a moment, his eyes flicking to Yunho before he spins and smiles again, walking towards his parents who embrace him lovingly. There was nothing specific in the princes gaze but his heart still pounds. "All it takes is one glimpse and you're blushing already?" Mingi pokes his flaming cheek and Hongjoong is quick to cover them with his hands. He is so enamoured by the prince, at this point it's pathetic.

That night Jongho joins their table for dinner bringing another noble with him named San. Hongjoong remembers he fights under the flag of Lancelot, a powerful but quiet noble family with a large estate in the south. "That was quite a fight today Jongho. What was it like, fighting the prince?" Mingi immediately begins to question the younger.

Jongho simply shrugs but San grins wildly "Wasn't it incredible? The prince wasn't showing even half of his ability that first evening he joined our sparring. Something tells me he only came by to see our abilities for himself before the duels." the man speaks excitedly. Yunho joins the excitement quickly by adding "Makes him a very cunning thinker. I knew there had to be a powerful streak in him."

"Or he's just smart and knows how to use his brain." Hongjoong comments from his wooden bowl of broth, glaring over his spoon at the taller "Unlike some others around the table." Yunho only rolls his eyes with a grin. "Sure Lover-Boy. You think of him in whatever way your heart desires. I still think he's calculating and likes to keep secrets."

Before Hongjoong can object Jongho decides to open his mouth. "He's very straightforward and a fair fighter. He never breaks a single code, even if it could earn him the wining strike and no one would stop him. He's the prince, he could of used that to his advantage at any point. But didn't. He's also heavy in his left foot. But knows how to balance that to not make it a weakness." The table goes quiet at the youngers observations of the prince. "All in all, I think he's cunning and smart. He'll be a great king some day if he rules his country the same way he rules his sword."

Hongjoong smiles warmly at the positive words towards the man he loves so dearly. Feeling triumphant he spoons more broth in his mouth and tears a piece of bread form the loaf in the middle of the table. He would find a way to make Seonghwa remember him. Find a way to tell him all that has happened since they last met and find a way to confess is deepest feelings so that the prince may understand his sincerity.

They finish their meal pleasantly. Yunho and Mingi are quick to make friends and San seemed to fit right into their energetic banter. Jongho and Hongjoong stayed quieter but would step into whatever conversation if they had something to share. Hongjoong liked the two nobles. They brought a sense of completion into the trio that hadn't been present before.

By the end of the meal the servants swarmed the hall to clear all the plates. The one headed to their table rung his hands nervously, dark hair falling in to his eyes as if he was trying to hide. Hongjoong is sure he recognized the boy but couldn't pin point from where.

"I'm here to clear your plates." he spoke softly. San seemed to recognize the voice and sprang form his seat already grabbing bowls from around the table. Hongjoong thought it odd that a noble bred would be clearing a table but figured he must be owning up to his good name. "Oh, no, my Lord, please let me." the servant stumbles over to San whose arms are now laden with empty bowls and tin cups. San smiles at him and Hongjoong could see the young servant blush.

Ahhhhh. So that's what this is.

"Let me help you." Sans voice sounds impossibly soft as he pulls away from the servant and lets him collect the remainder of the tableware, bowing his head down as to not meet their eyes. The servant then scurries away with San trailing behind, a contented smile on his lips.

Jongho only sighs at the sight making Yunho chuckle. "So, it seems Hongjoong isn't the only one in love at this table." Hongjoong shoots him a glare but can't help the warm feeling in his chest. He hopes the two of them find their happiness. They would make a sweet couple. Jongho only groans at the comment rolling his eyes "You haven't been listening to his incessant raving about Wooyoung, the servant."

The three of them laugh at that. "Well, there's only one way to wash away the annoyance of a friend in love" Mingi speaks, slapping a bottle of amber liquid on the table. "How did you get that?" Jongho's eyes sparkle at the alcohol and Mingi grins wildly "Never ask a man for his secrets."

They empty the bottle and stumble into bed much later than expected. The next morning would bring head aches and bad breath but for now Hongjoong simply relishes in the afterglow of good company and a heart singing to one man only.

*****

The next morning half of the gathered contestants went home. Some left on their own accord. Some were asked to leave according to the princes selection. There were a couple of unhappy nobles. Seeing as more than one family went home without a soldier picked for Seonghwas ranks. But the prince didn't seem to mind the glares and unpleasant goodbyes. From almost two dozen only about fifteen men remained. Hongjoong felt blessed to be chosen to stay, alongside his four companions.

The next challenge was a hunt. Each soldier could team up or head into the forest alone and bring the prince what he would consider a successful bounty. The prince warned not to kill more than two animals on the trip and proposed to the group of men to get creative in how they presented their bounty at sunset. Hongjoong had only heard half of his words for his eyes were solely focused on the way his soft fluttering tunic caught the wind, how his hair wisped around his face.

Today the prince is dressed in pure white adorned in a golden belt around his small but firm waist. His sleeves billowing between golden bands clinching them to his upper arms and forearms. On his head perched a delicate golden band glinting between his dark main of hair. Hongjoong can't take his eyes off him. And clearly it doesn't go unnoticed.

"If you keep staring at him like you're undressing his Highness in your mind you will get in trouble." Yunho hushes to him at some point in the morning. The five of them are sat in the grass trying to come up with a plan to impress the young prince with their bounty hunt. Hongjoong snapped out of it and turns his flaming cheeks away to find his friends all snickering. "Alright, enough of that let's make a plan." he tries to collect his thoughts. He knows he must find a way to leave a lasting impression on the prince. This was his chance to try and bring fourth a memory.

"We need to figure out what the prince would like as game." Yunho stops his grinning and turns serious once more. "Wouldn't he be the type to prefer small things, rabbit?" Mingi throws into the round but San shakes his head "I think he would prefer those things as pets. I believe we are safest with either bird or deer. They are common and the forests here have plenty to spare." The rest of them nod in agreement. "There's more in that forest than just game." Hongjoong adds on to the idea forming in his mind. "Instead of focusing on killing animals for his Highness I think we could include all the other treasures that forest has to offer."

The others blink at him in confusion so Hongjoong elaborates "You know, berries, mushrooms, nuts, wild fruits, even fish from the stream. He told us to get creative did he not?" They all think of a moment before Jongho speaks "I think Hongjoong is right. If he wanted a large bore he would have just made this another hunting party but he specifically asked us to present something different. Something he hasn't necessarily seen before. He's a prince, if he wanted to he could have deer every night for dinner."

They all agree to the youngers words "I vote we go for pheasant and fish from the stream. Two simple but good quality meats that prove our ability. And the rest will be showcasing our knowledge of the forest and it's other edible qualities." Yunho summarizes their plan. The exact plan Hongjoong hadn't been able to voice yet. He nods at his friend gratefully.

They break out into the forest just before the sun fully rose to it's peak. Hongjoong makes sure to point out the edible plants on their way so they could all keep a look out and collect things as they go. Once at the stream Yunho and San quickly catch two very pretty specimen of fish and they sting them up to be carried. Mid afternoon they shoot a perfect pheasant and conclude their search for all the possible nuts, fruits and mushrooms. It turned out to be a pleasant afternoon and Hongjoong enjoyed himself more than once on the trip. As they stride back towards where they were to present their finds he quickly collects one daisy after another, intricately weaving them together like Seonghwa had taught him all those summers ago. His final secret weapon. Hoping to find recognition from the prince after all these years.

They compiled their various satchels and baskets on the table while Hongjoong fumbled with the last strands of his flower crown. "Please tell me you don't plan on giving the prince a daisy crown?" Yunho eyes him suspiciously. Hongjoong blushes and splutters "What? No, I mean yes. What of it? You don't have to come with me it if you don't want to." Yunho knew he had an ulterior motive with the flowers but liked to tease the older regardless. "You really are so helpless Hongjoong." but the short man only huffs and lets his eyes wander over the room.

The other teams have all brought in larger game. One even pulled a giant bore onto the table, adding an apple to it's mouth and grinning wildly. Two other teams both had deer and at least half a dozen rabbits scattered the tables. For a moment Hongjoong doubted their plan but then the prince entered the hall with a soft smile on his face. He strides through he tables with a grace and confidence that hushes the men to silence as they each present their catch with pride. The prince has kind words to say to each of them but Hongjoong can see he's a little bored after the second deer he was presented. Maybe their idea would still work.

Seonghwa had saved their table for last and a spark of interest lights up his eyes as the entire room watches him inspect their table. Much like he had done at the other tables he picks up a couple of their finds, calmly turning the mushrooms in his fingers before settling them down again. He runs a finger over the pheasants wings and then stops at the small satchel of wild strawberries. His eyes flick up to meet Hongjoongs. "You chose not to hunt and instead brought me a table of wild fruits, nuts and mushrooms." the prince states in a strong voice, his eyes hinting at a spark of curiosity. "Why?"

Hongjoong feels himself being pushed forward by Yunho and he stumbles closer to the prince, still holding his delicate flower crown. Seonghwas eyes soften just a touch as their eyes meet. Hongjoong gulps down the burning feelings in his chest and holds out the daisy crown. The crowd murmurs and snickers at the gesture but Seonghwas eyes light up at the sight of it.

"Daisies, one of my favourites." the princes delicate fingers caress the petals of one of the daisies, softly brushing over the pads of Hongjoongs fingertips in the process. I know Hongjoong wants to scream You told me so when you taught me how to weave them into jewels. He wishes to proclaim his love right then and there but swallows once more. "They suit you well, your Highness," he speaks instead, his voice slightly horse from emotions thundering through him.

After gliding his fingers over Hongjoongs once more he picks up the flower crown. "You haven't answered my question." the prince smiles softly. Hongjoong clears his throat once more, tearing his eyes way form those soft fingers now holding the crown Hongjoong had made. "Right. Well, we knew your Highness has probably tired all the best game there is to find in Camelot. And while your Highness only deserves the best cuts, I realized from our last conversation that there were many other fine treats hidden in the woods that would hopefully suit your taste as much as a fresh wild boar would."

The prince smiles at him, a glint of mischief in his eyes, like he had expected Hongjoong to say just that "Oh? Well I certainly haven't seen many of these treats before. Would you be so kind as to show them to me?"

Hongjoong only nods and then turns to the table. "We have the finest mushrooms you can find. We found two different colours of Morels, Chanterelles and even two Boletes. Then we have some hazelnuts and early chestnuts. And acorns to be washed and roasted for tea. Lastly we found blackberries, raspberries, the blueberries I told you about and of course strawberries." Hongjoong presents, his voice growing steadier the more he talked about something so familiar to him. Seonghwa hums, a light smile gracing his face. He plucks a wild strawberry and pops it in his mouth closing his eyes a moment. Hongjoong can feel his entire body vibrate.

"Mmm, still my favourite." the prince hums softly. Hongjoong isn't sure how he stays on his feet because his head is spinning at the view of Seonghwas satisfied smile. He then lifts up the flower crown "Would you do me the honour?" he speaks before softly bending down so Hongjoong could reach.

The whole room holds their breaths. Hongjoong is sure he doesn't breath at all as he takes the band of flowers and softly places it on the princes head. The white flowers blend perfectly with he princes white and golden clothing, a perfect contrast to his dark hair. Seonghwa rises again to his full hight and smiles happily. "Thank you." he whispers softly.

Just like that the moment shatters and the prince claps his hands, stepping to the centre of the room. His usual regal presence oozes from his body as he gives them all praise for their hard work and assures them he is very much impressed. He then rouses their spirits by letting the kitchen staff swarm the hall and carry away their hunt with a promise they could feast tonight with the prince joining them. Some felt elated and excited to get to spend time with the royal, others seemed more peeved by the prospect. Claiming there was no need to pretend to be on equal terms since he would always be the highest ranking noble.

Once the prince sweeped out of the room Hongjoong collapses on the bench clutching his chest. A series of low whistles and whops surround him as his friends clap his back in support. "You know, I get the feeling the prince is courting you back my friend. That was no usual exchange between a soldier and his future king. That was flirting if I've ever seen it." Yunho chuckles as he squeezes Hongjoongs shoulder. "And he's good at it too. Gosh he has all the air of noble blood and all the swagger of a confident man. If I weren't already taken I'd be attracted to him too." San adds. Hongjoong breathes deeply "I can't believe I survived that." he simply mumbles, not bothering to cover how it had affected him.

His friends all chuckle in return and then begin arguing over who gets first dibs on washing up. Ming claims he should go first because he had almost died trying to catch fish, before failing. Jongho claims he should be first since he shot the pheasant and found both the rare mushrooms. Hongjoong just sighs and replays the last half hour over and over in his head. Could it be that the prince has recognized him but can't tell him directly? Could he be feeling just as much as Hongjoong is every time their gaze meets? Was Yunho right in assuming the prince was flirting with him too? He would have to find out tonight. He wouldn't be able to take this much longer, he had to know for sure.

The sun fell quickly and the kitchen was bustling with staff preparing the biggest feast they had in a long time. The giant bore had been cut in to pieces, too large to roast at the stakes. Two deer were rotating over the open fire while the boar meat slowly smoked next to another open flame. The fish had been nailed to a board that stuck out the edge of the same fire while the rabbits cooked in pots of stew and broth. Some of the meat lay salted on platters, ready to be dried and kept for winter preserves. The berries, nuts and mushrooms had found their way into a vary of different dishes as well. Proving to be worth more than any of the meat. What came from a day of hunting turned into a feast that would remain in their memories a long time.

The soldiers stuff themselves to the brim with all the delicious flavours of the forest as the prince goes around and eats and drinks at every table. Some a little longer than others, sensing quickly where he is welcomed and comfortable and where he isn't. Once more he seems to avoid their table until much later in the evening. Yunho had launched into another one of their tales of sneaking off camp to do something crazy when the prince strode up to their table. They all went momentarily silent, standing to bow to the prince in greeting.

"Oh no, please don't trouble yourselves. My I join you?" the prince stops them mid stumble to stand and graces them with a smile. "Of course my Lord." Mingi presses out, trying to seem relaxed and easy with the royal now settling at their table. Another moment of silence passed before Seonghwa looked at Yunho "Please continue your tale, it sounded most interesting." the prince encourages and after another beat Yunho clears his throat and then began his tale again. It's one of their favourites, where the villagers had raged about an evil spirit that lived in the woods and had asked the kind trio to take a look. It was a crazy idea, to go in there at night but they did and one mishap after another greeted them until they had found the cause of the ruckus.

"So as it turns out it was just this old woman who, luckily for us, was a healers witch and managed to patch up Mingi's scraped knee he kept crying about." Yunho giggles as Mingi slaps his arm "I was not crying! I was poisoned by the plants I fell on" Hongjoong giggles too "Mingi, even the old lady confirmed they weren't poisonous, you were fine." Mingi pouts in defiance. "Whatever. You never believe me anyway." The table giggles at the antics. Even Seonghwa rose a delicate hand to cover his soft laughter.

"What about you, your Majesty? Surely you must get bored around here." San braves to ask the royal. Seonghwa blushes a little, but he still smiles "Well, to tell you the truth, I do. Quite often actually, one would be surprised."

"What do you do, to pass the time?" Yunho asks curiously. Seonghwa chuckles a little. Nervously rubbing his hands "Well," He seems to debate telling them a moment before he leans in closely "You must promise me not to tell my father. Even if he asks you directly." his voice whispers, like they were sharing secrets in a dark room. They all nod solemnly. The princes face breaks out into a wide, devilishly handsome grin. "Alright well, there was this one time Yeosang, Wooyoung and I were told a terrible tale about a unicorn living in the forbidden forest, the one west of the castle." They all lean in to listen to the prince recount the adventurous nights he had with his tow friends.

How they had stolen two horses and then gotten lost for two days straight in the strange, magic filled woods. At the time Seonghwa had been sure they would starve to die of thirst. But on the third day they finally found a road and managed to walk out of the forest, scratches, bruises and all. It had taken them all day to walk back to the castle, their horses had returned a day before, those deserters. And after that the king had forbidden him form leaving the castle for at least a moon cycle. The table laughs and hides their shock behind hands. They ask him questions and get so invested in the princes tale they completely miss the end of the feast.

Only when Wooyoung rushes in to tap on Seonghwas shoulder did any of the soldiers notice most of the hall empty. "My Lord, the kitchen has finished their duties, they are requesting their leave." Wooyoung glances up at them, his eyes briefly hanging on Sans before they look back down to Seonghwa. "Oh my, yes of course. I'm so sorry to keep them waiting. Please thank them and have them leave for the night. You may too Wooyoung. Or you and Yeosang can join us, if you like." Wooyoung seems to light up at the suggestion and nods. "Right away."

With the addition of Wooyoung and Yeosang, the quiet mage from Seonghwas animated story, there is a completed feeling in the group. A feeling the makes Hongjoongs chest warm and fuzzy. While Yunho and Wooyoung launch into a heated debate over the only real way to grill a wild chicken making both Mingi and San laugh themselves to tears, Jongho and Yeosang find each other in quiet conversation. Hongjoong leans back, admiring the joy on everyone faces and feels content.

His eyes meet Seonghwas and the young prince smiles softly at him while shaking his head. Hongjoong grins. They really made a perfect team, the eight of them. Suddenly Seonghwa stretched his arms over his head and stands. "I'm feeling a little stuck sitting for so long in one attitude." he glances over at Hongjoong "Would you join me for a little stroll? Not far, just to move my legs a little." Hongjoong shoots from his chair a little overenthusiastically but the others are far to deep int their own conversations to notice. "Of course, it would be my pleasure." he answers, stepping aside so Seonghwa can lead the way.

Seonghwa leads them out to a small patch of greenery just outside the kitchen. Dwindling embers still glint in some of the many fires that had been lit on the lawn. It overlooks the quart yard below and if one squinted, one could see the glittering lanterns of the town further beyond the castle gates. Seonghwa sighs at the breath of fresh air and stretches once more as they turn about the space, weaving between dying fires.

"I couldn't help but notice you today." Seonghwa begins. Hongjoongs heart stutters at his words but reminds himself it doesn't have to mean anything good for now. "How you led the small group of friends you have, how you kept everyone together and stepped up to explain your bounty while your friends seemed a little afraid to do so." the prince continues. "You've been keeping a close eye on me, your Majesty." Hongjoong comments, his voice betraying his nerves.

Seonghwa gives him a slightly scandalized look "Keeping an eye on you? No, why that would imply - No that's not what I mean." Hongjoong chuckles a little at the flustered words. So the prince does blush. "It's alright your Majesty, I don't mind such fine eyes watching me while I do my job. If anything, I feel honoured to have captured your attention." Hongjoong can't help but grin up at the taller prince, his face surely giving away too much of his flirtatious nature to be appropriate. Seonghwa only blushes harder before breaking eye contact and hurrying his steps just a little.

"Well, if I didn't know better I would think-" the prince begins but then thinks better of it. Hongjoongs smile softens. This is the prince he knew, the prince he had met that summer, the man he had fallen for so deeply. "As I was saying" Seonghwa then continues, now having caught his breath. He gives Hongjoong a stern glance and the soldier raises his hands in defeat, but not before his lips tug upwards again. "You seem to have the natural ability to lead, Hongjoong."

The soldier freezes a little, goosebumps rattle over his body. Hearing his own name form the princes lips shakes through his core and for a moment he feels breathless. Seonghwa too seems affected by the taste of his name in his mouth. But just as quickly as the recognition appears, it also vanishes. Hongjoongs heart clenches. "Thank you, your Majesty." he manages to rasp.

For a moment they simply stand under the waxing moon. Its light illuminating Seonghwas soft skin, the curve of his cheek and neck. Hongjoong wonders what it would feel like to run his fingers over it. "Hongjoong" Seonghwa hushes. The sudden soft vulnerability in his eyes takes Hongjoong by surprise. Please remember he prays to whoever is listening. "Why do you-" Seonghwa begins to speak but the words die in his mouth. Say it Hongjoong begs silently.

Seonghwa blinks at him. A sad smile falls on this face as he looks down to his hands "I apologize, you must think of me terribly." the prince mumbles. "Why would I think that way, my Lord?" Hongjoong takes a daring step closer to the royal, needing to be closer to hear his soft voice. Seonghwa lifts his gaze and studies the soldier, open honesty on his face. After a moment the prince seems to come to a conclusion. Subtle determination settles in his brows. "Forgive me, for asking such a question but" Seonghwa takes a deep breath "I can't shake this feeling that we have met before. How could I know you?"

Hongjoongs heart thunders in his chest. Seonghwa can't remember. Or he can but not completely. The confusion is clear in his eyes, the willingness to understand, the need for clarification. All of it stood written in the lines of his face. It filled Hongjoong with a hope and dread like he had never felt before. Hope that Seonghwa could still find him in his memory and dread that if he had forgotten him, he would have surely forgotten their love too. "Do I know you?" Seonghwa whispered, undoubtedly watching conflicting emotions dance over Hongjoongs features.

Hongjoong wants to just tell him. Yell at him that they were promised to each other, that they had taken a vow never to forget. He wanted to hold him close like he did at their last goodbye and force him to remember. But he couldn't. Seonghwa is a prince of royal blood and Hongjoong, right now, was nothing but a foot soldier trying to rise to knighthood. He would make Seonghwa remember, make him remember their love. "If you truly don't know, then I will make you remember, my Lord. For it is not something I can simply explain."

Seonghwas next intake of breath was ragged, his eyes widened with disbelief. "So it's true, we really have met before." startling Hongjoong the prince grasps his hand tightly, almost painful in his grip "Please tell me. Explain to me why the mere sight of you makes me feel-" The prince cuts himself off to release a breath. His eyes still searching Hongjoongs.

"My Prince" Hongjoong whispers, making Seonghwas breath hitch. Hongjoong could feel his hands tremble and placed his own on top of the princes. "Don't push yourself too hard. Don't fret over this, I promise you will remember in your own time. And I will be here to remind you." Seonghwa shakes his head, despair now marring his perfect face "No, you must tell me please. You don't understand how I feel, what my heart does it's-"

Hongjoong pulls the princes hand closer. His knuckles white, still clutching his hand tightly. Hongjoong strokes a thumb over them lovingly, still holding Seonghwas gaze. "Believe me, my prince, I understand." he whispers and before he can think better of it. Before sense can stop him, he places a soft kiss on the back of the princes hand. For that is truly all he really wanted to do. He doesn't linger, but the soft warmth of Seonghwas hand burns itself onto Hongjoongs lips and they tingle long after he has lifted his head.

Seonghwa goes completely still. His hand loosens but Hongjoong doesn't let it fall. A kind of peace settles on the princes face, making him breathe more easily now. The princes hand starts exploring Hongjoongs. He steps closer, now only moments between them. But neither of them seem to notice. The prince traces the soldiers fingers, brushes his calluses and follows the lines of his palm with innocent curiosity. Hongjoong gets lost in the feeling of his princes fingers. The plush skin against his rough, worked hand.

"You are certain I will remember?" Seonghwa hushes between them. Hongjoong follows every move of his lips. "I am, my Prince." he whispers in return as his eyes wander upward to meet Seonghwas. The princes are filled with worry, fear and a spark of hope, of joy and maybe love. "And what if I don't? What if I can't?" The prince pulls Hongjoongs hand towards him as if unwilling to part with it. Hongjoong simply takes his other hand as well and smiles reassuringly. "If you do not, then I will give you new memories to cherish. Every day."

A short breath escapes the prince, his chest huffing as stray tears trickle down his cheeks "I'm so sorry I'm so emotional I-" Hongjoong shakes his head. "No, my Prince, don't be sorry." he reaches down and pulls a white, clean fabric from his pocket "Please" he says, holding it out to the prince "Don't cry." my love. The sentence remains incomplete.

Hongjoong couldn't keep his emotions at bay either. Clearly Seonghwas heart remembers. Remembers their love, their promise. He was crying over lost memories with no knowledge what they may entail. For some reason the prince had lost the details. Lost the images to fit the feelings he was so openly displaying. Hongjoongs heart ached for him and for himself. He needed Seonghwa to remember soon.

The prince takes the white fabric with a grateful smile and wipes his tears. He blinks up at the moon and takes a deep breath. "Oh what a fool I have made of myself." Seonghwa then laughs and the genuine sound makes Hongjoongs heart finally settle. "You have not." Hongjoong counters. "You have only made me want to know you more." The prince smiles down at him, his eyes now glittering once more. "I would like to know you more too. You caught my eye because of your talents, that is true. But you caught my attention for different reasons."

The gilt of mischief in Seonghwa lights a fire in Hongjoong. "Well then. I better make sure to keep that attention." Seonghwa hums, tilting his head as if in thought. "Well, if I am being honest, there were some others that caught my eye today" the prince trails off and Hongjoongs hands tighten around Seonghwas, taking a step just a little closer. "Who?" Hongjoong tries to sound indifferent but the heat in his gaze doesn't go unnoticed. Seonghwa grins wickedly "Oh well you know, a couple of the nobles are uncommonly handsome, don't you think?" Hongjoong takes a steadying breath to not fall into the princes trap. For he knew he must be playing with him. Or was he?

Seonghwa leans down so his lips are next to Hongjoongs ear "Jealousy is quite becoming on you, young knight. But I would refrain form wearing it often. Not everyone will find is as attractive as I do." Seonghwas voice hums low in Hongjoongs veins and it takes everything in him not to jump the prince right out here in public and do something very indecent. Hongjoong swallows his urges thickly "My Lord," he rasps, gasping for air once Seonghwa starts pulling away "please have mercy."

The prince strokes his thumb over Hongjoongs callused hands once more with a sweet smile on his lips. "This is a good look on you too." the prince mumbles. Then he blushes, eyes fluttering. Hongjoong can't help but coo. "Is my Lord feeling shy, after all that you just spoke out loud?" he teases. Seonghwa giggles and is about to answer when Wooyoung's voice rings over the lawn. Seonghwa startles and he drops Hongjoongs hands quickly. An apologetic look in his eyes. Hongjoong only smiles and nods.

"My Lord." Wooyoung yells, making his way over to them hastily "I am so sorry to interrupt, my Lord" the servant pants in his hasty steps, eyes flicking between a grinning Hongjoong and a blushing Seonghwa "but the King was about to come and find you himself." he speaks carefully, levelling Seonghwa with a look the prince clearly understood better than Hongjoong did. The prince squeezes Wooyoung's hands quickly "Thank you Wooyoung. I will be back inside in a moment." Wooyoung shakes his head "I'm afraid that moment is past Sir." Seonghwa nods, but Hongjoong catches the flicker of disappointment in them.

When he turns to Hongjoong he's once again smiling. "Hongjoong, thank you, for joining me on our walk and, well, everything." the prince speaks sincerely, his nerves showing though his wringing hands. Hongjoong smiles at him warmly, unable to contain the love in his gaze "It was my pleasure, my prince." he says softly, bowing to him in reverence.

With one last longing gaze the prince turns and follows his servant back inside the castle. Hongjoong takes a couple more breaths of air. So much hope hand been lit this evening. So much loss uncovered. But Hongjoong was determined to make his prince remember him. Remember them. And with that certainty he strode back inside to help Jongho drag a drunken San back to their tents.

*****

The next five days all blur into one duel after another. The king and the prince make sure to test every ability a knight could possibly have. They exhaust them both physically and mentally only to then push them even further. But Hongjoong revels in the challenge. The sleeplessness only helps him stay focused on the task at hand and he has never been one to shy away from hard work. After five gruelling days the remaining contestants diminish by almost half. Only eight of them remaining. Hongjoong and his friends, old and new, make up five of those eight.

He has hope that they may stay by each others sides for a long time, even after these trials. They make a great team, though unconventional. With Jongho and Sans strength, Yunho's and Mingi's force and Hongjoong's strategic brain they prove them selves over and over again. Most think Hongjoong is driven by his own pride. But they couldn't be more wrong.

The connection between him and the price is becoming more and more undeniable. Every glance feels like sin. The prince is present for every one of their challenges and Hongjoong keeps his eyes trained on the royal as long as he can, only refocusing to hone in on his opponent. The prince is dutiful in his ignoring Hongjoong while he stares. But as soon as Hongjoongs eyes fall away from Seonghwa he can feel his gaze track him. Seonghwas eyes burn into Hongjoongs body as he finishes every single challenge firmly. Pushing him forward, making him invincible.

He hasn't had much opportunity to speak with the prince since that little walk around the fire pits. In a way he is grateful. Unsure how he would handle himself if the prince were to step so close to him again. Maybe the prince knows the same and keeps his distance just enough to stop them both from a terrible misjudgement. At the end of the fifth day the queen herself invites them all to dine with the royal family. Now that there are only eight of them left it wouldn't be quite as overwhelming.

Hongjoong takes extra time to scrub himself clean, even combing his hair and putting on fresh undergarments. Yunho gives a low whistle when he finally emerges from the bath. "You really do clean up nice." Hongjoong only rolls his eyes "You would too if you took more baths."

Yunho only scoffs at the comment "I wonder what the prince will be wearing tonight." he then, not so innocently, mumbles to himself. Hongjoongs ears twitch at the mention of him. He tries to stop himself from picturing the prince in his chambers, preparing for the dinner, bathing in warm, milky water, softening his perfectly glowing skin…

It's too late.

"Will you stop doing that!" he grumbles at his friend, the heat flashing over his cheeks. Yunho only giggles. "You are right." he then speaks earnestly "I should stop. There is something I would like to speak to you about actually. Regarding the prince" Hongjoong looks at his friend surprised to find him very serious.

"I know-" the other begins, uncertainty in his voice. Hongjoong braces for the worst "I know you have a connection to the prince. One that runs deeper than you care to tell me. But I know you, Hongjoong. I know you better than you know yourself sometimes and couldn't forgive myself if I didn't at least tell you that I am worried. I worry for your heart, for your happiness." The taller now stands opposite him, keeping his eyes soft and truthful. Hongjoong can only listen, taken by surprise.

"I love you like a brother, Hongjoong. I want you to be happy and the prince makes you euphoric. I can see that, hell everyone can! But I fear your euphoria is making you blind to the very obvious obstacles in you perusing any of this. Any of him." Hongjoong swallows, a dark part in his mind reminding him that Yunho is right "You mean the question of producing a heir?" he speaks thickly. Yunho only looks at him with a cautious expression "That is one, yes. But certainly not the most difficult to overcome. He does have sisters. I mean the fact that he is a prince. A royal by blood. And we, you, me and Mingi - we are-"

"Commoners. Peasants." Hongjoong finishes for him. His heart clenching in pain. Yunho nods softly. "I know you wish to gain knighthood through these trials, and being on his personal guard would surely keep you close every day but that is not the same as a relationship. As being a couple." Hongjoong feels his chest tighten even more, restricting his breaths. He knows Yunhos words to be true. There is much holding him and Seonghwa apart. From their difference in status all the way to their common sex. So many pieces of Hongjoong wouldn't fit into the life Seonghwa is destined to live and vice versa. "I am afraid you will have your heart broken by the end of this Hongjoong. And I can't watch it happen without at least trying to speak to you about it first." Yunho finishes, his eyes carefully watching Hongjoong react.

"I know." he finally says "I know you mean well, Yunho. And for what it's worth, I love you like a brother too." they both chuckle at that, lightening the mood slightly "And I am grateful for your concern and warning. But I am not as blind as you think. I know anything final probably won't ever be possible between us, between Seonghwa and I, but I cannot live without at least trying. I cannot walk away simply because all that awaits me is heartbreak. Because the time in between, the sheer possibility that we might be able to love one another, even if it's just for a moment, a day, a year, that is enough to make me want to try." The words sound desperate from his lips and Yunhos eyes tear up at the confession. "You really love him that badly." the taller whispers. Hongjoong nods "With all my heart."

Two tears fall from Yunhos eyes before he sniffs and wipes them away. The takes a breath to settle himself "Right, well if that is truly how you feel then you need to wear something more than just a clean tunic." The taller pulls out a leather wrapped pouch of linen form his pack. "Your mother gave this to me before we left, said if she gave it to you, you would lose it." Hongjoong chuckles at the image of his mothers face when she undoubtedly handed Yunho the pouch. "It's your fathers leather belt. The one she kept polished and perfect all the time." Hongjoong recognises it the moment Yunho pulls it from confinement.

The brown leather is old and worn at the edges but his mother had taken meticulous care of it even after he had passed and it looked glossy and new still now. The golden buckle glints in the candle lit room. It wasn't much, to the rest of the world, but to Hongjoong this belt meant everything. It meant family, fatherhood, motherly love and his precious past. "Thank you Yunho, for keeping this for me." Yunho smiles down at him warmly "Of course brother."

Hongjoong sighs at the emotions clogging his throat and reluctantly opens his arms "Oh alright, come here then." Yunho bounds over the small space and crushes him in a hug. Warm and comforting, just like home. "I'm with you Hongjoong. All the way and back again. We all are, encase that wasn't clear already." Hongjoong squeezes his oldest friend firmly before releasing him and stepping back. With the precious belt now around his waist he feels ready to see the prince. Ready to have his heart leap out of his chest and into the palms of the future king.

The dinner is much quieter than the feast they had all those days ago. All the soldiers are on their best behaviour around the royal couple sitting at the head of the room. The king greets them each personally as they stride in and take their places. "Now that you are all gathered let us toast!" the king raises his goblet in the centre of the room and everyone stands to join. "Toast to your hard work and loyalty, toast to your dedication to your king and toast to my son, the crow prince and future of Camelot." They all cheer and as if on cue the prince pushes through the large doors with a bright smile on his face.

Hongjoongs breath catches in his throat. Seonghwa is dressed in red and gold, his dark hair falling around his face framing it beautifully. His eyes look mildly smokey and alluring, his cheeks the pale colour of roses. Though he smiles he seems serious as he steps towards his father. "You forget I am only the future, Father. Cheers to the King! Camelots present!" The room cheers once more but Hongjoong can tell something is wrong. The delicate lines in Seonghwas face are pulled too tightly. His smile not quite reaching his eyes.

During dinner they sit in calm conversation. The queen makes her rounds and speaks to all of them a little, already knowing them by name. The king simply stays in his seat in what looks like a heated discussion with his son. Seonghwa is gesturing vividly as he seems to be explaining something. The king only sighs and tries to brush him off. Tells him more than once to enjoy the dinner and bring this up another time. Seonghwa is relentless and the seemingly growing argument only stops when his mother places a hand on his shoulder and shoves him towards Hongjoongs table.

Seonghwa huffs but obeys his mothers wishes. He smiles at them, greeting them more like friends than a prince and seats himself next to Hongjoong. They talk, laugh, exchange stories but all the wile Hongjoong can't shake the feeling that something is wrong. Sometime during the meal Wooyoung enters the hall, bows to the king and queen and then hurries over to Seonghwa to whisper in his ear. Seonghwas face instantly falls and Hongjoongs mouth sours at the sight.

Seonghwa hushes something in response to his servant and Wooyoung disappears once more, looking distressed. "Everything alright my Lord?" San is sitting opposite Seonghwa and clearly saw the same things Hongjoong had. The prince looks at him surprised, trying to feign his emotions. "No, everything is fine I'm just -" the prince huffs when he realizes the table is now looking at him expectantly.

"You can tell us your Majesty. We're here to help, or just listen. That's what friends are for." Yunho tries, smiling reassuringly. Seonghwa looks at Hongjoong who also nods, desperate to know what is bothering the prince so. Seonghwa takes a moment to consider, his head tipped to the side before he relents. "Alright well, this is strictly between us. My father and I have not yet reached an agreement but we will. I am determined." The heads around the table all nod.

"There has been an outbreak of illness in the town. Most of the people affected are poor and unable to consult a healer. News was brought to me this morning of it and I sent out my own mage to try and help but he has returned sickly himself. There is a cure, but it requires items that only the king can supply. Since Yeosang has returned ill he has been treated and it seems to be working well but none want to venture out into the village to help the people. I asked my father to make an order but he claims it can wait another night. I disagree. It spreads quickly and if we don't combat it now, by tomorrow, who knows what the casualties will be."

The princes hands are knotted in his fine red robes and Hongjoong itches to take them into his own to soothe the white knuckles. He seems really distressed at the thought of his people suffering and it warms Hongjoongs heart to see him care. "Sounds like what we had last winter up north, right Hongjoong?" Yunho looks at the older. Hongjoong nods "It sure does. We simply collected Wild Yarrow to chase it away. But it didn't always work. We lost about seven to the illness." he speaks grimly, remembering that winter left him with a bitter aftertaste. It had mainly affected the elderly and already ill, but amongst the victims were two children.

"Yarrow?" the prince perks up "Would that be easy to come by here? Maybe that will be a faster solution than to have my father order the mages to make potions." Hongjoong can see the wheels in the princes head turning. "We must get the word out. The people in the village are smart, I'm sure they will be able to find Yarrow and help themselves right?" There is a new bout of hope spreading through Seonghwas features. The lines in his face lighter, softer. "Well, like Hongjoong said, it didn't work miracles but it did heal those who were strong enough to fight." Yunho supplies. Seonghwa nods "And it might keep the weaker ones going long enough for me to get through to the council." Seonghwa mutters under his breath.

He then looks up and smiles at them "Thank you, you have just helped me solve a huge issue. I'm grateful to have you." The table smiles at him "We are happy to help with whatever we can your Majesty." Mingi speaks up.

"Seonghwa." the prince speaks confidently "Call me Seonghwa. I insist."

The table goes into varied shades of shock and for a moment it is completely silent. "But- But your Majesty we couldn't possibly-" Jongho stumbles over his words but Seonghwa shakes his head. "Please, I don't want to be held at an arms length. If you are to be my personal knights, I want us to be friends. Call me Seonghwa, I will answer to nothing else." Another moment of silence washes over them at the princes words. "In that case" San speaks softly, his joy clear in his face "It will be an honour to stand by your side, Seonghwa."

The princes smile grows radiant, the joy so palpable Hongjoong tastes honey in his mouth. "Thank you." the prince speaks once more. "Now if you will excuse me, I have secret messages to write and a town full of illness to get through the night until council tomorrow." he springs form his seat still elated. Hongjoong watches him drift out of the room with an excitement in his step that wasn't there before.

"Go after him." Yunho hushes in his ear. Hongjoong startles at the words "What?" but the taller only shoves him off the bench. "The king and queen are no longer here and the others are too busy with themselves to notice. Go after him and help him deliver his messages. He was itching for your hand earlier, I could tell." Hongjoong gives him another stunned stare and then notices the others nod in agreement. Without much of an idea how he was going to explain this to Seonghwa he speeds after him out of the door.

Luckily Seonghwa is just down the hall speaking hurriedly to Wooyoung. "But Seonghwa, they don't even know what Yarrow looks like, how am I to explain which plant to pick and use?" the servant speaks loud enough to be heard. Hongjoong clears his throat and the two of them turn in surprise. Seonghwa relaxes as soon as he recognizes who he is. "Hongjoong, are you retiring already?" the prince asks, stepping towards him.

"Actually, your M-", I mean, Seonghwa" Hongjoong fumbles for the words, the taste of speaking the princes name leaving him breathless. Seonghwas cheeks tint a light pink, or was that just the light? "I was wondering if maybe I could help." he finally manages to finish his sentence. Wooyoung's head pops out behind the prince with a grin "Hongjoong, can you draw? Or write?" the soldier blinks "I can draw but my writing is unsteady to say the least."

Seonghwa claps his hands with a giddy smile "That's perfect! I have a very elegant hand but I can't draw to save my life. You must help me Hongjoong." How could Hongjoong deny sparkling eyes like that? Not that he would ever dream of denying Seonghwa anything. "It would be my honour to help."

Suddenly Hongjoong finds himself being pulled down the hallway and up a flight of steps to the upper levels of the castle, a part he has never been in. He is dragged into a large room with two doors to the right and a large fire place to the left warming the space. Hongjoong startles at the thought that this might be the princes personal chambers. Which means through one of those doors is the princes bed.

Hongjoong shakes his head quickly burring the thought and takes the seat Seonghwa is offering him at the large table in the centre of the room. "We will do it this way, you draw a Yarrow on four pieces of parchment and I will write out the description and instructions for use. Then Wooyoung will distribute it to his best contacts in the village and spread the word. I will have one copy sent to the Apothecary as well for reference." The prince smooths out the page in front of Hongjoong and hands him a small tray of oil colours as well as a paint brush. They are exquisite colours, bold and bright. Better than anything Hongjoong was able to create for himself back home. Nerves crawl over his skin but he takes a grounding breath. He won't disappoint his prince. Not over something like painting.

His first few strokes are a little wobbly, his hands shaking under Seonghwas watchful gaze. But as time goes on he looses himself in the flow of colours and lines and before he knows it he has completed the first Yarrow. "Oh Hongjoong, it's beautiful." the prince praises, his expression purely in awe. "Why you should be an artist with a talent like that."

Hongjoong blushes deeply and ducks his head, hiding in his next painting. "Thank you Seonghwa." the princes breath hitches. He watches Hongjoong finish the second painting as the first one dries a little before starting to write. Much like Hongjoong expected his writing is flawless and flowing. His moves graceful and practised. After a moment Seonghwa whispers only just loud enough for Hongjoong to catch "Say it again."

"Thank you Seonghwa." Hongjoong repeats, unable to stop himself from following the simple command.

Seonghwas eyes widen as they snatch up at Hongjoongs. His expression is mortified "Oh my gosh I spoke out loud." he squeaks, his whole face blushing red. He tries to hide behind his hands but Hongjoong is filled with sudden boldness and reaches over the table to stop him. "It is alright. Don't be embarrassed. I will gladly say whatever you want to hear. As often as you like."

Seonghwa goes even redder as he tries to find his baring. His mouth opens and closes a couple times before he finally has the courage to look into Hongjoongs eyes earnestly. "Hongjoong, you should really have some mercy on me to. I am your prince you know." Hongjoong huffs a laugh, leaning back in his chair "Of course, my prince, how could I forget you rule my entire world." he speaks in a teasing tone, a grin sliding on his face. "Ah wait, you prefer it when I call you Seonghwa. Am I right?" Seonghwa gulps across from him but nods.

Hongjoong is surprised for a moment before he says the princes name again. And again. And again. Every time it sounds slightly different, lingering on his tongue. He saviours how it rolls off it easily, as if he was meant to call out Seonghwas name for the rest of time.

Suddenly the prince is out of his chair and gripping Hongjoongs shirt tightly. Their noses are close enough to touch. "Seonghwa" Hongjoongs voice is breathless, desperate. Full of yearning. Seonghwa smashes their lips together with a force that takes Hongjoong by surprise. It is short and chaste but filled with so much more. Sealed just behind those soft lips.

Seonghwa stumbles back out of the kiss looking absolutely terrified. His hand clasps over his mouth and eyes begin to water rapidly. "I'm so sorry" he starts to mumble "I'm so sorry I didn't mean-"

But Hongjoong can't bare the look on his face, the fear in his eyes. And so he follows the princes example and crashes into him, connecting their lips once more. Seonghwas hands grip him desperately at first. Squeezing the fabric of his clothes, pulling him tightly against his body. Afraid to let go. It's not until Hongjoong let's his hands curve around his waist and hold him safely that some of the tension bleeds from the princes body. Once Hongjoong swipes his tongue over the princes lips he melts. His lips part, the softness of his mouth opening up to Hongjoong willingly, hungrily. Seonghwas hands entangle around Hongjoongs neck, sinking into his hair as he lets himself sink into the soldiers hold. Once their tongues glide together Seonghwa moans into Hongjoongs mouth. He swallows the sound greedily.

When they break for air they are both breathing hard. Faces flushed they stay close, their foreheads touching. Unable to let go. "Oh my," Seonghwa whispers "This was not meant to happen. I just - you kept saying my name and-" Hongjoong pecks the corner of his mouth to silence him. "Had I known calling your name would seduce you to kiss me I would have called it much sooner." he confesses, still a little breathless. "Oh Hongjoong, have mercy on me please." Seonghwa wines and it sends heat straight to Hongjoongs stomach. His hands tighten around Seonghwas waist. He leans in to kiss his lips once more but they get interrupted by a startled gasp and a shutting door.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" Wooyoung turns to face the wall as soon as he realizes what's happening. Hongjoong freezes for a moment, unsure what to do but Seonghwa only sighs. "It's alright Wooyoung. You've ruined to mood so just tell me what you came here to say." The slightly exasperated tone in Seonghwas voice breathes air back into Hongjoongs lungs. Clearly he thinks Wooyoung trustworthy enough to not need to hide their acts.

"I'm so sorry." the boy turns but his expression is grinning widely "Actually I'm not at all but I did come here for a reason other than catching you two being all over each other." Hongjoongs ears flair red and Seonghwa blushes, giving the boy an accusing look "Wooyoung! I'm warning you." he speaks sharply but the boy only shrugs with a giggle. "What I came here to say was that Yeosang is back on his feet. He told me to tell you that Yarrow will work for the most part and we should definitely make sure it gets to the right people. I've also contacted my allies and they are ready to help." Seonghwa nods, back in thought. "Thank you Wooyoung." he says, then he walks over to the desk and starts writing again. Hongjoong mourns the loss of his warmth but quickly gets back to painting too.

Wooyoung doesn't leave but instead pulls up a chair and plops down with them "So" the servant begins, wearing a sly grin "What was that hmm?" Hongjoong gives Seonghwa a panicked look but the taller only rolls his eyes "You know what it was Wooyoung, why are you making this embarrassing for us?" the boy snickers "Because being a menace in your life is my life's work Seonghwa." he states it proudly, without a doubt in his tone. Hongjoong gains a little respect for the young man. "I'm assuming I am not to tell anyone. Except Yeosang of course because I tell Yeosang everything." Seonghwa huffs a small laugh, as if endeared by the youngers words. "Yes, of course you will tell Yeosang. And yes, this stays between us for now. I am not ready for that conversation with my father."

Wooyoung nods before looking at Hongjoongs third painting. He's not sure what to say so he just keeps quiet under the servants quizzical gaze. "Seriously Wooyoung, what do you want?" Seonghwa asks him after a while. The boy looks at him scandalized "I'm chaperoning of course. Seeing as how you two can't be in the same room for longer than an hour without getting distracted I'm doing my duty towards the people of Camelot and keeping you focused." Seonghwa snorts a laugh "You are seriously so ridiculous."

They bicker for the most part of the next two hours and by the end of it Hongjoong understands just how important Wooyoung is to Seonghwa. They are more like brothers than anything else and he can see how the younger would make the prince less lonely. Even as he bares the responsibility of the crown. After all four copies are completed Wooyoung bids them goodnight with a wink and a wiggle of his brows that makes Seonghwa blush. Once he is gone the taller releases a deep sigh.

"I can see why you like him so much." Hongjoong muses into their comfortable silence. Seonghwa smiles softly, settling back into his chair. Hongjoong takes the one next to him this time. "I do, I love him like a brother. He has made my life much brighter and I doubt he even knows it." Hongjoong chuckles at the sentiment. "You are a kind prince and a good friend Seonghwa."

The warmth in his gaze seeps all the way to Hongjoongs bones. "You truly think so?" Seonghwa asks. Hongjoong smiles softly "I know so." Then a sadness fills Seonghwas eyes and he looks away "I want to be. Truly I want to be a kind and good king. I want to help people. I want to raise them up and give them hope. But sometimes-" The prince trails off as his eyes do the same. "Sometimes I wonder if I will ever actually achieve anything. If what I dream of doing for my people will ever come to pass or if I will be trapped here, in this castle arguing with the court while the people out there suffer at my incompetence."

Hongjoongs heart drops at the heavy words filled with uncertainty. He knows ruling a kingdom isn't easy. He also knows first hand what it's like to be out there, fighting for his life and feeling like the king himself has turned his back on you. But he can't believe for one second that Seonghwa would make a bad king.

"I have brought it up many times, you know." Seonghwa continues speaking. "I have always had a soft spot for children. Maybe because I grew up with siblings. But I have known from a very young age that I would not have any myself." Hongjoongs breath hitches a little, his heart beating faster "So whenever I see a child in need, and there are so many of them, I just - my heart hurts. I want to care for them. I want to give them a future. But every time I bring it up the court rules it as insignificant. There will always be children in need they say. It's pointless to try and chase them down, it's more important to make sure we can grow as a nation. But how are we to grow if we can't even properly care for what we have now?"

Hongjoongs heart clenches. He has known for a long time that he loves Seonghwa but now he's falling for the man all over again. Seonghwa has such a soft heart, so much love and care to give. He truly cared about the people in his kingdom and now bears the weight of them all. He struggles to find the words to sooth Seonghwas worries. Struggles to find a solution to the problem he is facing.

"Seonghwa, I really think you forget how much the people love you. Out there, I mean. Even all the way up int the north the people speak of you fondly. You already give us hope, you already care for us simply by trying and not giving up. I am certain you will find a way. If not now, then when you are king."

Seonghwa searches his eyes as if searching for lies. Hongjoong has none, he truly believes in Seonghwa and his dreams for a better Camelot. "You truly think the people out there don't hate me?" Hongjoong smiles at him "I know they don't. And if you don't believe me then why not just go out there and see for yourself?"

Seonghwas eyes blow wide, as if the idea had never occurred to him. Then he reaches to Hongjoongs hand "Take me." he speaks softly, as if telling a secret "Take me out there, with you I will be safe. I trust you with more than my life already." Hongjoong is momentarily stunned by the request and the confession. He tangles their fingers together "Of course. Whatever you wish, Seonghwa."

Chapter Text

Seonghwa

It takes another two days for Seonghwa to find the right moment to sneak himself and Hongjoong out of the castle by day. When he appears in the soldiers tent all it takes is one look and he understands what Seonghwa is here for. He swiftly packs a small satchel and slides a knife into his boot before letting Seonghwa guide him through the hidden tunnels and passageways towards the village. Once well away from the eyes of the watchmen Seonghwa lowers his hood.

His hair feels free in the soft wind and he takes a deep breath of fresh air. "I haven't sneaked out into town since Wooyoung wanted to celebrate his 21st birthday." he comments. Hongjoong chuckles "That sounds like Wooyoung." Seonghwa smiles fondly at the comment. He's almost glad Wooyoung walked in on them like that. He isn't sure if he could have pulled back before they went too far. And it gave the younger time to get to know Hongjoong and vice versa. Seonghwa knew they would get along but it's still a comfort to see it first hand.

As they walk into town the bustling streets fill his nose and ears with an onslaught of senses. It's early enough for the smell of fresh bread to still waft from the bakery, mixing with the scent of something cooking form the inn nextdoor. The butcher announces a special discount, his voice loud across the square. Everywhere he looks there are an array of colours and textures. The laughter of children and the chatter of women while the men seem mostly quiet. Hiding behind pipes.

"Good Morning your Majesty." the women he passes greet him. He simply smiles back and bows his head, making them giggle. The men to his right tip their hats and again, Seonghwa smiles in return. He can feel Hongjoongs presence just behind him, steadying him, making him feel safer than at the castle. As they stride down the streets he greets the people left and right, making sure to give them smiles to reassure them he was here on good terms. It always felt quite overwhelming to have this many eyes watching his every move.

"My Lord." Hongjoong murmurs next to him, startling Seonghwa just a little at the unusual address. "I figured it would be best to keep formality since we are in public." Hongjoong explains after seeing his startled expression. Something in Seonghwas heart twinges at the thought but before he can speak Hongjoong does. "Would you like to try any of the food?" the soldier then points to the small collection of food stalls stretching out before them. They each smell heavenly and suddenly Seonghwa becomes very aware of his hungry stomach.

Clutching Hongjoongs hand without thought he pulls him to the first one, greeting the pretty young girl behind it with a smile. He buys two of her sticky buns, holding one out to a bashful looking Hongjoong. "You didn't have to get me one too Seo- I mean, your Majesty."

Seonghwa almost frowns but quickly catches himself. "Nonsense, you're coming with me all this way, it's the least I can do." then he bites into the bun and lets out a pleasured sound. The sweet sticky flavour melts with the top of his mouth and fills it with sugar. "These are amazing." he tells the girl and she blushes furiously. They try food after food until they can't eat anymore and for a moment Seonghwa forgets why he is even here. Simply enjoying himself with Hongjoong by his side. He secretly wishes they could hold hands, hear Hongjoong call him by name, but that would have to wait.

As they continue on their stroll through the town Seonghwas eye catches a small figure hidden between two houses. It fades into the shadows almost completely and Seonghwa strains his eyes to the small hand snap out and grab an apple off a moving cart. The man pushing it catches the little figure in the act and pulls it out of the shadows angrily. It's a little girl. Her hair matted to her head and braided in two pig tales. Her skin is ashen and dirty, her body much too thin. The man is already shouting and pointing a finger at her. Before he can even consider his next actions he's walking over to the scene.

The mans eyes grow wide in recognition as he approaches "You're Majesty." he bows. Seonghwa smiles at him and hands him a piece of silver "For your troubles, sir. I understand your anger, but really this little girl can't help being hungry now can she." The man looks a little taken back by his words, slightly biting and definitely a warning to back off. "Of course your Majesty." he ducks away and hurries along the path with his apples.

Seonghwa looks down at the girl, curled up on the cobblestones. He crouches down to her, not getting to close "Are you alright, little one?" he tries to keep his voice soft, but already he feels himself choking up at the need to care for her. Two large brown eyes peek up at him, before hiding behind her hands again. "It's okey. The man with the apples is gone. You are not in trouble." That seems to relax her a little and she carefully uncurls from her position and looks around, taking in her surroundings. Once she deems the coast clear she looks up at him.

"Are you really the prince?" she questions, her eyes not yet betraying anything. Seonghwa smiles at her. "I am. My name is Seonghwa." A large grin spreads across the girls face. "I knew it must be you. Only the prince would be so handsome and so kind." she states firmly. Seonghwa meets her sparkling gaze and she blushes, ducking away.

Suddenly her eyes catch movement behind her and her body tenses. Seonghwa is about to turn to see what it is when she dashes into the ally. "Wait!" he calls after her. He wanted to buy her a sticky bun, or a meat skewer, or some more apples. He takes after her, Hongjoong wordlessly on his heels as they follow the little footsteps. She's fast but her small legs can only take her so far. Once they are far enough from the main streets that the sounds only echo to them she halts.

She turns but doesn't meet his gaze anymore "Why did you come here? These are the slums, I'm sure you won't like them." her words are spoken so freely, so frank. Seonghwa finds it refreshing and he smiles again "I wanted to see how the ill were doing. I'm trying to help them get better." The little girl nods as if that made perfect sense, as if she understood what Seonghwa meant.

"Do you always try and help the sick?" she then questions him. "I try. But I don't always succeed." Seonghwa admits a little sadly. But the little girl smiles , her dimples peeking out even though her head stayed lowered. "That's exactly what my mother would say!" Seonghwa blinks at her, suddenly worried this little girls mother might be ill too.

"My mother told me you brought her hope." the small child confesses shyly. Her grimy little hands clutching her dirty petticoat. Her head still doesn't rise to meet his. Seonghwa sinks to the floor, not minding the dirt that started sinking into his clothes as his knees touch the ground. He hears a couple soft gasps sound from onlookers around him and Hongjoong went perfectly still next to him. As if frozen by the sight.

The child looks at him now, her eyes a pretty brown, sparkling with all the wonder of youth. Seonghwa smiles softly, gesturing for her to go on. "She - She said she had given up hope, that even though the king was good and kind that our lives would never change. But she told me you could be different. You might change things for us." she stumbles over her words and a small lisp sneaks its way through her mostly decayed teeth. But Seonghwa doesn't mind. He is solely focused on her sweet words. This little girl is completely unaware of how much those words could mean to the prince.

"Your mother sounds like a very smart woman. Just like you. Please thank her for me." The little girls face lights up at the praise and a small giddy laugh escapes her chapped lips. Then she hurriedly fumbles through her little pockets and pulls out what looked like a locket on a simple golden chain. "You can tell her yourself. She would be so happy your Majesty." She holds out the locket proudly to the prince, her smile bright and voice light.

Seonghwa looks at the locket. It's old for sure, probably a family heirloom of sorts. The edges of it worn and dirty. But the little girl presents it as a prised possession, carefully and lovingly. "I-I don't understand" Seonghwa trails off, trying to figure out what the little girl means by the gesture. The little girl only smiles at him sweetly "My mommy said, that if I hold her necklace very tightly and think of her very hard she can hear me and she will always listen to me."

"Listen to you from where?" Seonghwa eyes the locket curiously, wondering what magic could be in this little locket. "From Heaven of course!" The girl smiles and Seonghwas heart shatters. He looks up at the girl, her sweet smile, her sparking eyes. The rosy tint still there under all the dirt and grime from the alleys she lives in. The way her hair sticks to her scalp, matted and tangled. Tears glisten in his eyes as he wonders how long this little girl has been on her own. With nothing but her mothers locket to keep her company on all the cold, harsh nights. He bleeds for her. The ache in his chest makes him want to reach out and take her into his arms. Comfort her, protect her.

"Your Majesty? Why do you look so sad?" The little girl interrupts his thoughts and he blinks to regain his composure. "Oh I'm just, umm, I'm just sad because I'm sure she must miss you so much. But she's so lucky to have you." He manages a smile and the little girl beams with a nod "I talk to her every day so she doesn't get bored up in the clouds." Seonghwas heart clenches even more but he smiles the pain away "You're such a good little girl." he then places his hand over the locket, closing her little fist around it.

He can feel the people staring. No noble would ever touch a peasant. Especially a street rat like her. But Seonghwa couldn't care less for the dirt and grime covering her little fingers. His heart had to do something to give this little girl an ease to her pain. "Are you thinking of your mommy? Will she hear us?" The little girl takes a breath and closes her eyes, her features soften. Seonghwa can almost see the warmth of whatever image she has conjured in her mind. When her eyes open she whispers softly "She can hear us." Seonghwa clutches her little hands tightly between his own.

Focusing on their hands the words hush between them "Your daughter is such a wonderful, sweet child. You did well in raising her. I promise I will take care of her now, you can rest."

When he raises his head he finds the little girls eyes wide in wonder, tears filling them rapidly. "You really are so nice your Majesty. I knew my mother was right about you." She smiles once more, but a tear streaks down her cheek. Seeing as he's already broken every noble law by now he reaches for his pocket and wipes her face with his handkerchief. The little girl tries to wipe her face too but only manages to smear more dirt over it. "Thank you, your Majesty." she says shyly.

Seonghwa smiles at her and his heart swells with a warm feeling he hasn't felt in a long time. "No, thank you. I will do what I can to prove your mother right." Now the little girl beams from ear to ear. " I believe you your Majesty. Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she squeals and hops on her feet excitedly, stuffing the locket back into her dress.

"Ara! Where are you?" a young boys voice echos over the narrow streets. The little girl stops her hopping abruptly. "Oh, that's my brother. I'm gonna be in trouble if he finds out I was here." she quickly mutters, glancing down an alley. "I have to go!" she whispers to the prince before clutching his hand "You can't tell him you saw me, I don't wana sweep the floors again." she speaks seriously, as if her life depended on his secrecy. Seonghwa nods solemnly "You have my word." With a wicked grin she takes off down one of the narrow streets and disappears.

The boys calls grow feint, the people hobble on and leave the prince and his escort alone. Seonghwa stays seated there on the ground for a moment. His heart in shatters for the small girl, so filled with life, so bright and yet she has already experienced the darkest of times. Tears well in his eyes and anger burns in his stomach. He can't just let these people, his people, continue to suffer like this. There had to be another way. There had to be something he could do. He was the crown prince, future king of this land for Christs sake!

Wiping the few tears that had escaped from his cheeks he rises to his feet. He had almost forgotten Hongjoong still standing there. Cloak over his black leather armour. The soldier had an odd look on his face. A mixture of uncertainty, shock, confusion and maybe fondness? Compassion? or, could it be, love?

Hongjoong reaches out his hand. For a moment Seonghwa is confused, belatedly noticing the white fabric stretched out to him. Seonghwa takes it with a small, grateful smile and wipes his tears. He realizes his fingers are tinted black form the little girl - Ara - and her stained hands. He stares down at his fingers, soot and dirt now between his fingernails, the soft pads of his fingers tainted, the white fabric stained. But for some reason he doesn't feel dirty. Doesn't hate the dirt or grime. It's real. It's present. He never wants to wash it away. He finds himself wishing it would leave a permanent mark on his skin, just like it has on his soul.

As they make their way back to the castle Seonghwa feels it before he sees it. His absence was noticed and something was wrong. As they climb the path to the hilltop the banners are raised high, watchmen doubled at the gates. As soon as they see them approaching two soldiers walk towards them in haste. "You're Majesty." they call over the space between them "The king requires your presence immediately."

Hongjoong stiffens next to him but doesn't stop moving in time with Seonghwas steps. All the prince wants is to take Hongjoong back to his room and fall into his safe arms until his heart stops hurting so much. Until he finds a solution to help all the little children like Ara and her brother. But he is crown prince, the days of being given time like that had expired long ago. He rolls back his shoulders and holds his head higher as they meet up at the gates. "Thank you. I will be in the throne room shortly."

They walk into the gates and Seonghwa guides them to a small alcove to have a moment in private. He turns to find Hongjoong wearing a feared expression, trying to cover it with a brave face. Seonghwas heart warms and he can't help but smile. "It's alright, my father probably just want's to speak about trading routes and winter provisions. You look like you're about to be put on trial." Hongjoong takes a deep breath "I see. I was worried you were in trouble because of me your Highness." Seonghwas smile falls "Seonghwa. Please call me Seonghwa. Anything else feels -"

"Seonghwa." Hongjoong whispers into the space between them, shifting the air, surrounding them in a sense of longing. Hongjoong gives him a sad smile "You were amazing out there today. Thank you for letting me come with you." he speaks softly. Seonghwa melts at the words. "Thank you for keeping me safe." That makes Hongjoong chuckle "As if you needed me to defend you." That makes Seonghwa grin and the heavy feelings lifts between them.

"I will probably spend the rest of the day with the court and from what I know you will all have a training session with the current guard of the king so - I might see you at dinner?" The princes heart hammers as he shyly glances up at his knight. "Until dinner then, Seonghwa." Hongjoong salutes before stepping away. Seonghwa takes another deep breath before he too steps out and up the steps to the main throne room.

There is a tension palpable in the air as he strides down the hall to the throne room. He knows this is more than just winter preserves, something has happened. Something big enough for his father to be on guard. As soon as the double doors to the throne room come into view Wooyoung runs towards him. "Seonghwa, oh thank goodness you're back." Wooyoung looks more skittish than usual and Seonghwa takes a moment to place his hands on his shoulders in reassurance. "It's bad, Seonghwa. The court was just about ready to beat your location out of me but I promised you would be back before noon. I'm so glad you are." Seonghwas brows furrow. His father has never threatened to beat any of their servants. Wooyoung notices his questioning glance. "It's the morganian mages up north. They are claiming the illness to be their curse on us for ignoring their cries for help over the last century of your fathers rule. They said they won't lift it unless your father obeys all their demands. But Seonghwa, their demands are ridiculous. We would be left without any winter preserves. There's no way we would make it past Yuletide."

Seonghwas head is spinning a thousand miles a minute. The morganian mages were a small group of rouge mages who claimed to be chosen for Morgana's revenge on the royal family bloodline. They rarely attacked innocents and the king treated them like any other of his people. They were given the same winter provisions, the same rights, the same land as any others. No matter how harshly they spoke out against his rule. In younger years their words would enrage Seonghwa and he kept asking his father why he didn't just send an army after them and end it all. But Seonghwas father taught him that even if they speak against him, even if they curse him, they are still his people. Just like Morgana was part of King Arthurs family.

Seonghwa squeezes Wooyoung's shoulders "Thank you Wooyoung. Next time my court dares to threaten you, you tell them what they wants to know. Do you understand? I never want you to take a beating that is rightfully mine to bare." Wooyoung blinks up at him with tears in his eyes and gulps "Yes my Lord."

With one last squeeze he steps past his best friend and pushes open the doors to the throne room. His face is frozen in a sharp stare, posture rigid and regal. No one would get away with threatening his favourite servant.

The room is loud in banter. The round table forgotten as men and women have strewn themselves across the room, raising their voices and fingers in each others direction. The king is seated at his throne, the wariness visible to Seonghwa from across the room. With eyes piercing the chaos around him Seonghwa strides through the arguing sea of nobles slowly, making sure his presence is noticed. By the time he reaches his place at the table the room has fallen to hushed whispers. Seonghwa pulls his dagger from it's place at his hip and throws it harshly into the wood of the round table. The loud thud echos over the hall silencing the last of the nobles.

Seonghwa lets his eyes glide over the crowd once more before meeting his fathers eyes and bowing low. "Father, I have arrived. I did not expect to be needed this morning. Please forgive my absence." His father simply sighs and waves his hand for Seonghwa to continue. "My trusted and loyal servant has filled me in on the news. May I see the morganian mages claims myself?"

His father rises from his seat and walks to his place at the round table. "Sit, son." Seonghwa startles a little and so do the nobles but he swiftly moves to his fathers place and slowly settles into his seat. His father places the scroll in his hand and slides into Seonghwas seat next to him. For a moment the sight unsettles him. It feels wrong for them to switch places like this. So suddenly. But Seonghwa knows that from the moment he became of age everything happening in this room would be a test to his future ability or rein. So after another breath he unrolls the scroll and reads the crude writing.

To lift the curse,

Redemption comes first,

Morgana shall win,

Let the games begin.

Learn to share,

As you pretend to care,

Or else you and your people despair.

The second piece to the scroll entailed a list of all the things the morganian mages wanted. Grain, livestock, fabrics and wool as well as servants and soldiers. The list meant the king would have to send half his own household to the north for the winter with no control over what would happen to them. Seonghwa read the list carefully and then re-read the rhyme. It was terrible. Clearly whoever had written it wasn't fully educated in the art. But he supposed the morganian mages were simple people, like Hongjoong or Yunho or Mingi, who wanted to be part of something bigger.

"Wooyoung, please bring Yeosang into the court." Seonghwa finds his friend across the room, still nervously standing by the door. The boy perks up instantly and hurries away. "You want a mage to read the verse?" the king questions. Seonghwa nods in thought "I'm not sure this really is a claim to the illness spreading. It is meant as a threat, that is clear. But there is no clear statement that the illness is their doing. And I suspect they aren't actually powerful enough to even cast a spell like that." The king nods thoughtfully.

Seonghwa lifts his eyes to the rest of the court, awkwardly standing around the room. "Well, this isn't just a round table because it looks nice. Or have you all been to busy arguing that you have forgotten why we meet like this?" His voice is sharp, maybe a little too hard for his first time sitting in his fathers seat. But with everything he has seen today he's done playing nice with these people. "Take your seats or leave. I expect us to be able to converse without raising our voices or pointing fingers. This is not about us, this is about our people."

For a moment the room falls deathly silent. The nobles glance to his father as if expecting the king to interject or nod off the order. But he doesn't. Slowly, one after the other, the nobles seat themselves at the round table and Seonghwa feels his breath relax his shoulders. This is what the round table was built for. This is how he wants to rule his kingdom.

Yeosang enters the hall a moment later with a much more relaxed Wooyoung in toe. The mage bows to the now seated court and walks to Seonghwas side, behind where is master, the current royal mage is seated. "You called for me, your Highness." Yeosang speaks in a small voice. The royal mage breathes out through his nose, as if annoyed but Seonghwa simply smiles at his friend. "I did, please read this for me. It came from the morganian mages in the north. I want your opinion on it." Yeosang nods, his eyes locked on the scrolls as he reads them slowly and carefully. Halfway through his eyes gloss over and Seonghwa knows he is reading more than just the words on the page. He is reading the intention behind them, the character of the person who wrote it and any spells that might be cast on the message.

Once finished Yeosang squeezes his eyes for a moment before releasing a breath. When he opens them again Seonghwa dares to ask "What did you read?"

"A very strong malicious intent Sire. The mage who wrote this laces his hatred into the ink, the words themselves are the curse, they carry his blood and thus a part of his magic. However, the curse is incomplete. I can sense it there but there is no medium for it to latch on to. No release trigger."

The royal mage huffs next to them and Seonghwa shoots him a glare. "Would you like to add on to that, royal mage?" the old man grumbles to himself before answering "A curse, much like a spell, needs a medium to release. In spells it's usually in the herbs used or the movement of the wand. In a curse it's usually an action, breaking the seal to the scroll or throwing it in fire to burn. That is when the curse would break free from the confinement of the page and latch onto it's target. But what my pupil says is true. Whoever constructed this clearly doesn't know much about magic or curses. Although the power is there, this mage lacks the knowledge to complete their practice."

Seonghwas brows furrow in thought. "Yeosang, if this mage lacks the ability to finish a curse on parchment, how probable is it that the morganian mages managed to curse the town with illness?" Yeosang blinks at him, expression blank. "Impossible." the then answers simply. His former shyness lost. The royal mage nods in approval.

"What do you think they are capable of doing if we do not meet their demands?" The court begins shuffling, clearly uncomfortable now that their hypotheses has been proven ridiculous in such short time. Yeosang takes a moment to think. "They may be able to curse lands closer to them. They have managed to damage crops in the northern territory before. And they claimed the illness in the north last winter to be their doing too, but I highly doubt that to be true. I think the worst that could happen is that they start harassing the people who live in their acclaimed region. Stealing food and stocks, ruining soil for crops in spring. Petty crimes."

Seonghwa nods, mulling over the information. Summer was coming to an end soon and the harvest season would be in full swing. If they wanted to fill winter preserves and have enough for Seonghwa to start building his stocks to give to the poor they would need a full harvest. Loosing crops would not only damage them, it would damage the farmers income too. With his mind still reeling he glances around the room at the nobles avoiding his glance. "What does the court suggest?" He decides to throw out the ball, buying himself more time to think.

The court begins mumbling with each other. Words are exchanged across the table, seats reshuffled, alliances formed over common ideas and concerns. Soon there are three defined opinions. One group believes the entire thing to be a hoax and it best stay unanswered and ignored. One is horrified the threat is being taken so lightly and demands the king to confront the morganian mages, taking a clear stance against them, calling for war. The third group believes in the threat of petty crimes and suggests they meet the mages with steel forces to ward them off but not engage.

Seonghwa finds himself agreeing with the third group. Stationing troops up north over the winter would be harsh. The north is bitterly cold during those months but he knows the northern regiments manage and he's sure they could be convinced to assist the kings troops in survival measures. It would give the people security to fall back on in case the morganian mages do engage or try and cause trouble, as well as give Seonghwa eyes and ears at the place of happening. For the deeper parts of winter they would be cut off. Which means they run the risk of being unable to assist if in fact conflict does break out. This once again calls for outrage within the nobles who would be forced to send some of their own men to fend for the north.

Seonghwa watches as they discuss over how the selection process should go forward and knows this won't get them anywhere. Suddenly Yeosang bows down to reach Seonghwas ear to whisper "Sire, if they cannot agree, why not let the soldiers themselves decide? There are more than enough of them who would welcome the challenge to prove themselves and if you add a little incentive I'm sure you could find enough forces to place along with the northern regiments already present."

Seonghwa smiles up at his friend. "Thank you Yeosang, you may have just saved this round table from falling to shambles." Yeosang smiles a small smile and ducks his head. Seonghwa turns to the table and clears his throat. "I have a proposition." The nobles fall silent to listen intently "Since we cannot agree to the terms of selection, why not let them volunteer? There are more than enough soldiers who want to prove themselves and we can assure them a place within our ranks at the end of winter. What do you say?"

A couple mumbles fall around the room but the majority nods in favour. Seonghwa takes a deep breath, feeling his chest lighten. "Then we have an agreement. At the end of the summer feast we will open up the volunteering list and any soldier looking for a challenge over the winter will be able to enrol. They will leave after the harvest moon and prepare to stay and protect the north for the winter." Each of the nobles pulls a dagger or blade from their hip and lays it on the table in agreement. Seonghwa is about to pull his own from the table but his father stops him. With his right hand he lays his own sword in Seonghwas hand, and with his left he pulls Seonghwas dagger from the table and lays it in the circle, symbolizing his agreement. Next to him the royal mage hands his dagger to Yeosang. The young mages eyes going wide. Seonghwas eyes meet Yeosangs and they gulp at the heavy weight now in their hands.

Clutching his fathers sword Seonghwa looks up at the nobles all staring at him and places it next to where Yeosang has placed his masters. The room erupts in movement. Nobles clap each other on the back, friends walking around the hall conversing. Some get up and leave to their next duties while others mingle. Everyone acts as if this had just been another day at court. But Seonghwa knows this is only the beginning of his trials before becoming king.

His father rises from his seat placing a hand on his shoulder. His eyes are soft, the eyes he remembers from his childhood. "You did well son. I'm so proud of you." Seonghwas heart swells with emotion "Thank you father." The king chuckles "Get some rest, you look like you might collapse any second. I know I slept for 12 hours straight after my first day leading court." Seonghwa smiles weakly "I will. Thank you." His father squeezes his shoulders one last time before he steps away to converse with the nobles he counts as friends.

Yeosang turns to meet his gaze. His master turning away to join Seonghwas father like old friends. The two of them simply stare at each other for a moment. Seonghwa breaks into a smile "I'm so glad you're here with me Yeo." he speaks honestly. The nerves of the last hours washing over him now. Yeosangs hands shake slightly "Me too. I'm glad you're going to be my king some day. I'm glad I get to be your royal mage, and friend."

Seonghwa takes a deep breath, letting the frantic emotions settle. "Let's get out of here." he suggests and finally Yeosangs stoic expression breaks into a grateful smile. As soon as the doors close behind them Wooyoung grapples them in a hug. Seonghwa takes a moment to rest his still nervous body and even Yeosang doesn't have the energy to fight the hug. "I'm so happy I get to spend the rest of my life with you guys." Wooyoung mumbles making both Seonghwa and Yeosang release a wet laugh.

"Alright no more tears or stress. Let's do something fun and relaxing." Wooyoung suggests, wiggling his eyebrows "And I know just the soldiers who would be down to helping us." Yeosang snorts "Oh come on, you just want to spend more time with San." Wooyoung simply tsks over his shoulder as he walks down the hall "Says the helpless romantic pining after a certain stoic soldier we all know." Yeosang can't hide his blush making Seonghwa laugh. "Alright let's grab some food from the kitchen first, they had a gruelling training session this afternoon." Wooyoung giggles a little at the words and Seonghwa really doesn't want to know what images the boy is conjuring in his mind.

All Seonghwa wanted, all through the stressful court meeting, was to have Hongjoong with him. Have his presence guarding his back, his hand in his as reassurance, his touch of safety. Seonghwa almost skips down the hall at the thought of falling into the soldiers arms and telling him all about his afternoon and then listening to the soldier tell him all about his training. Wooyoung catches on of course "Well, someone is in a good mood suddenly? Does the thought of your precious knight already lift your spirits?" Seonghwa only grins in return "Unlike you two, I am not ashamed to admit how I feel. In fact, I am proud of it. And if you must know, yes, I am very much looking forward to seeing my knight." Wooyoung's mouth opens in shock while Yeosang melts into giggles.

Once they enter the campgrounds they are disappointed to find the soldiers haven't returned yet. Seonghwa tries not to let himself get too depressed about it since Hongjoong had promised they would see each other at dinner. The three of them eat their pic-nick out on the grass, relaxing in the late afternoon sun and making each other laugh. Absentmindedly, Seonghwa begins weaving the flowers around him into crowns he gifts to each of his friends before they try and decorate his head with flowers too. As the flowers fold and flow together Seonghwas heart begins wrenching, pulling with a dull ache as if trying to tell him something. That ominous feeling of missing something, someone.

But his longing is soon answered as the five soldiers they had come to find stroll towards them from camp. Seonghwa jumps up but as soon as he's on his feet the world starts spinning and he plops back down to the ground, very ungracefully. Wooyoung laughs hard and loud while Yeosang grins sheepishly. "I think we may have had too much wine." The mage garbles with a lisp once the soldiers reach them.

Seonghwa giggles "Oh yea, I had forgotten about the wine." Yunho and Mingi easily start conversing with Wooyoung who's shyness got completely lost in the alcohol. San sits beside him and the four of them quickly escalated into a loud debate. Jongho gives Yeosang a concerned once over before the mage giggles, softening the stern expression. The two of them join the discussion but Yeosang is heavily leaning on Jongho for support. Seonghwa wishes he could capture the moment to show the mage later on. Or else he would never believe it happened.

That leaves only one soldier Seonghwa missed desperately. "Are you alright?" Hongjoong softly kneels in his armour next to Seonghwa still sprawled on the grass. Seonghwa smiles at him, his heart full of contentment "I am now."

Hongjoongs eyes grow impossibly soft and his hand reaches out to brush over his cheek. Seonghwa closes his eyes and hums at the warm feeling "I'm afraid you really have drunken too much, my prince." Hongjoong mumbles softly. Seonghwa pouts and shakes his head, eyes still closed. Hongjoong chuckles at the display of defiance.

Then Seonghwa remembers what his hands are holding and blinks his eyes open, beaming up at the soldier. He sits up slowly this time "I made you something." Hongjoong blinks back in curiosity. Seonghwa glances down at his hands where the finished flower crown now lies. He lifts it up and places it on Hongjoongs head. The knights eyes go wide and he falls perfectly still and suddenly the world tips on it's head.

"You know, Daisies are one of my favourites." the prince said full of confidence. The boy across form him in the grass sneered. "Daisies? You mean these boring old flowers that grow like weeds?" the prince pouted at the harsh words and instantly rose to defend them "That's such a rude thing to say! They are wild and pretty and they capture the sun in their petals. They also make healing tea and soft skin in a bath, which you wouldn't know of course."

Now the boy looked at him angrily "Hey! Now who is being mean! Just because I'm not a snobby little prince like you and our bathwater is something precious we can't just waste. Not all of us can afford to bathe every day you know." The prince startled at the boys words. He searched his gaze for any falsehood but there wasn't any. He was being honest. The prince suddenly felt guilty for his words and sat back down across from the boy "I'm sorry." he said.

The boy looked at him shocked. As if he hadn't expected an apology and that only made the prince feel worse. For a moment he thought hard about what he could do to make the boy feel better. Then the idea struck him "Here, let me show you something! It's very easy and it looks prettier than any jewels or baths."

The prince quickly plucked a bunch of daisies around them and carefully started weaving them together until they made a little crown. The little boy watched him closely as the prince finished his jewel and then handed it to the boy. "For you. Pretty right?" The boy stared at the crown "But it's a crown. I can't wear something like that. You should wear it." he pushed the princes hands away but the prince stayed firm. "Why not? Anyone can wear a flower crown. Don't you think it's pretty?" Suddenly the prince was worried the boy might not like the gift. Maybe he would have preferred actual gold or silver. But the prince didn't have any money of his own yet. "It's alright if you don't like it." he let the flower crown fall to the ground between them, feeling a little silly now for thinking the boy would accept his gift.

"No! It's really pretty." the boy interjected and the prince glanced up at him shyly. "Really?" The boy nodded and carefully took the crown from the ground "Really." he confirmed before placing it on his head lopsidedly. The prince giggled a little at the sight, then reached over to adjust it properly. "There, now you're a prince too." The they both giggled. "I'm going to be a knight." the boy spoke proudly. The prince smiled at him and said

"A knight with a flower crown!"

Seonghwa blinks up at Hongjoongs startled expression. Then blinks again. What the hell? Was that a memory? Was that little boy Hongjoong? Had they really met before and Seonghwa couldn't remember?

"A knight with a flower crown." Seonghwa whispers in awe. Hongjoongs eyes water, a smile tugging at his lips as he nods. "Yes, I'm your knight with a flower crown." As suddenly as the memory had flashed before his eyes Seonghwa can feel it fade, the colours turning grey, the voices echoing far away. "No, Hongjoong I'm losing it." he mumbles hurriedly clutching the knights armour, straddling him in desperation. He doesn't want to forget. He can't remember anything else but he knows that moment was so important.

"You made me a flower crown, the day of the hunt. You wove it yourself." Seonghwa mumbles, trying to anchor the fleeting memory in something present. Hongjoongs arms come around his hips to hold his waist, steadying him in his thoughts and body. "You taught me how." Tears streak down Seonghwas face as he nods "I- I think I remember." Hongjoong simply nods in return, his eyes now also shedding tears. "Thank you" the knight hushes "Thank you for remembering."

Seonghwa smiles through his tears. The memory stopped fading and simply remained foggy in the back of his mind. He had remembered something. Something important. Which means he could remember more later. "I will remember everything." Seonghwa speaks softly, so close to Hongjoong he can feel his breath "I promise I-"

"Don't" Hongjoong stops him, pulling him impossibly closer by the waist. "Don't promise me that. It doesn't matter now. Even if you don't remember I will be here to make new memories with you. That I promise you." Seonghwas arms wrap around Hongjoongs neck. His heart warm and giddy to hear him say such sweet words. "You promise to be with me?"

Hongjoong brushes their noses together "I promise. Even if our paths part, I will always come back to be with you." Something deep in Seonghwas chest aches, yearns and pulls him closer to Hongjoong, brushing their lips together but not quite kissing. The feeling is so overwhelming it nearly suffocates him.

"This feeling-" he hushes breathlessly "You have said those words before." Hongjoong breathes deep "I have." he confirms. Seonghwa releases a little whine desperately trying to grasp what he has forgotten "But I can't remember." A hand comes up to cup his cheek "Then let me say it again." The prince meets his gaze and almost drowns. Hongjoongs eyes are blown wide and deep. His gaze drinks him in, pulling him like a moth to a flame. He's panting even though they haven't moved.

"Even if your paths part, I will always come back to be with you."

Seonghwa doesn't remember exactly when their lips met. He feels lighter than air, his body on fire with need and longing. Their lips explore each others, nipping, sucking. Tongues running over every crevice in their mouths, breaths panting in between. He doesn't know how long they stay attached like that until he hears the cheers and whoops coming from behind them.

"You guys are so gross! Go get a room." Wooyoung yells accusingly, only to be pulled back against San and shut up in his own kiss. Yeosang, feeling ever so brave while drunk leans over and kisses Jongho's cheek. Making the younger freeze mid laughter. Yeosang giggles as his face turns bright red.

"It's like watching mom and dad make out while your brothers get laid. Cut it out! All of you are such hungry little boys." Yunho complains before Mingi kisses his cheek to make him feel better.

Seonghwa feels Hongjoong grin against his lips. He whines in protest, not wanting to part with that warm, safe feeling. Their lips part with a trail of saliva between them. They still stay close, only inches of space to allow them to breathe. Seonghwa whines again at the space making Hongjoong giggle "It's alright my prince. I want to keep kissing you too. But let's respect our friends and their eyes and ears, shall we?"

"No." Seonghwa pouts, sending a glare over at Wooyoung, how grinning with puffed lips of his own. Hongjoong giggles and brushes the last remaining tears from his cheeks. "If we stay here much longer we will be found and miss dinner. I am a man of my word Seonghwa, I promised you dinner so we must make it to dinner." the knight says firmly, but a smile plays over his lips. Seonghwa sighs but can't help the warm feeling in his stomach. "Okey."

That night when Seonghwa finally falls into bed his heart is full. He and Hongjoong spent hours talking in each others arms. He had told Hongjoong all bout the court meeting and Hongjoong had shared his impressions of the day. Neither of them brought up Ara, the little girl from the village. But they both felt the need for simple peace tonight. Finally Wooyoung had dragged him away from his knights arms and forced him to bed. As Seonghwa lies there, already missing Hongjoongs hold, he can't help but think he could live like this forever.

*****

Forever came to a quick end the next morning. At breakfast already he could tell his father was acting odd. He wouldn't meet Seonghwas eyes directly and had that look on his face that told Seonghwa he was waiting to say something. Seonghwa spent the morning on the training grounds with the other soldiers. They duelled and trained. But there was a tension in the air. At lunch Seonghwa gives in and pulls Hongjoong to the side the burry himself in his safe arms. The knight seems a little shocked but his arms softly hold him regardless.

"Something is wrong." Seonghwa whispers. "I can't tell what it is but something is not right." Hongjoong pulls him tighter, letting one hand streak through the princes hair. "Whatever it is, you will be okey." he mumbles reassuringly. Seonghwa sighs, snuggling deeper into Hongjoongs neck. "Only if I have you." he mumbles. He can feel Hongjoong swallow hard, feels his arms tighten ever so slightly. Seonghwa takes comfort from the hold and lets himself drift for a moment.

Later that day the king summons him to the court and Seonghwa prepares for another gruelling session of discussions but once he enters the throne room he finds only his father present. Seonghwa bows in greeting a little confused.

"Son" his father starts "The court and I had a matter to discuss concerning you, so we thought it best to hold the meeting without you present." The king begins. Seonghwa tenses, an ominous feeling creeping up his spine. "The court and I have discussed the threat the morganian mages may be and decided that it is best if we cut your selection process for your personal guard short. It isn't ideal, since their training will have to continue even after selection, but we believe it best for your safety that you select your knights now. Before the winter begins."

Seonghwa relaxes, this would be an easy task. He's known for a long time who he wanted on his personal guard and who he would like to employ for the castle guard. All of the remaining contestants deserved honourable positions for their talents. "It has come to the courts attention that you have had favourites from the beginning." the king continues. Seonghwa doesn't see why this should be a problem but the way the king says it makes him want to back away. "They are displeased, Seonghwa." the king chooses his words carefully.

Seonghwas lungs tighten. Surely they couldn't be talking about him and Hongjoong. The king sighs, running a hand over his face. "Come here son, this is not something I wish to discuss with you as a king, but as a father." Seonghwa gulps and steps up to kneel next to his fathers throne. The king leans over and brushes his fingers through his hair lovingly. "I want to understand you, my son. And to a certain extent I do. When I met your mother I was just as free and reckless as you are. And that should be allowed." his father continues with softness, making Seonghwa unsure if he should relax at the familiarity or brace for his next words. "But to the nobles you are crown prince. The future king, their future. And they believe that a man with the standing of that soldier, Hongjoong, couldn't possibly be suitable for a future king."

Seonghwa sucks in a breath. His eyes snap up to his fathers, still looking at him lovingly. "Don't give me that terrified look Seonghwa. You were in the mans lap in the middle of an open field. Did you really think no one would notice? That it would stay away from my ears and eyes?" Seonghwa scrambles for words "Father I - I didn't mean -"

"It's alright son. Calm down. I'm not here to tell you that we will punish you, or him for that matter. But you must remain aware of your standing as the crown prince of this country." His father interrupts him. "I would be lying if I told you this Hongjoong is a good match. There is much that separates you, many difficulties and hurdles you will have to face. And I don't want to see you with a broken heart so early in life." Seonghwa is about to rise in protest but the king stops him. "I know how it feels now Seonghwa. But take it from a man who has had his heart broken more then once, you will get over it."

"But you wouldn't get over mother. Would you?" Seonghwa shoots back much to quickly. He presses his lips together but refuses to take back his words. The king gives him an amused smile "Bold of you to compare a fleeting attraction that has barely lasted two months with a relationship that was slowly built over multiple years." the king counters. Seonghwa huffs. He knows his feelings for Hongjoong grew faster than any other feelings he has ever had but he is so sure. So convinced that Hongjoong is all he will ever need.

"It's alright, no need to think of a comeback." his father chuckles. "What I want to talk to you about is this. The court has requested you choose your personal guard at the summer festival, the same time the project for the northern defences will be proclaimed to the people." Seonghwa nods along, trying to understand where his father was going with this. "It is very possible that many of your favourites will want to volunteer, since the north is their home country. And they have a right to do so." Seonghwas heart leaps into his throat. He hadn't considered that possibility. Hongjoong could leave him for the entire winter with no way for him to know if he even survived. A cold, hard, dread slowly seeps into his skin. "They want him to go?" Seonghwa asks, voice shaking.

The king sighs. "They cannot force him. Your decree makes that impossible, he must volunteer. But I want you to know that there is pressure on him to go and prove to the court that he is worthy." Seonghwa huffs angrily "Worthy of what? Of loving me? Shouldn't I be the judge of that? What does this have to do with them anyway!"

The king grips his chin gently, pulling their eyes to meet in warning. "Like I said earlier. You are the crown prince. The future of this country and their future as nobles. That makes whoever you choose to share your life with their business." Seonghwa gulps at the weight of those words. He knows his father is right and he trusts his father has his best interest at heart by saying these words so bluntly. He's been preparing for this this position his entire life.

"Father, he is a good man. He loves me and he loves his kingdom. There is no reason he should have to prove that to anyone but me." Seonghwa explains. The king smiles at him "I want to believe you son. But the court and I both agree that if you do choose to peruse a commoner he must at least become a knight. And that means proving himself to his kingdom, in whatever way. Hongjoong surely knows this himself."

A tight knot forms in Seonghwas stomach and he thinks back to their embrace earlier to day. Did Hongjoong already know all this? Was he preparing to say goodbye, again?

"I don't want to make you unhappy by giving you this news Seonghwa. I merely want you to guard your heart well. You don't know what could happen out there, who else might be waiting for him to return or how fleeting these very real feelings you have now could be. I want you to be happy." Seonghwa nods at his fathers soft words. He understands but he's not yet ready to accept the truth. It made the most sense for Hongjoong to return to the north for the winter and prove his worth to the court by returning as a knight. Only then would they be able to openly court each other and be more than just a prince and his personal guard.

"Thank you father." Seonghwa speaks softly "I understand."

His father smiles down at him and pats his head "I'm so proud of you son." Seonghwa manages a small smile "I love you too father."

After he is dismissed form his father Seonghwa finds himself wandering the castle with no real destination in mind. He floats in his head, unable to clearly grasp at any one thought. His heart tugs and pulls at his heart before the words tips sideways again.

"You brought me strawberries!" the prince squealed with delight. The boy blushed almost as red as the berries "Well I saw them on the way here and you said you liked them so.." the prince giggled at the failed attempt of the young boy "I don't believe you for a moment! But it doesn't matter either way. Simply the knowledge that you think of me is enough to make me happy."

Now the boy really was the colour of the strawberry and the prince took one of them and popped it in his mouth. He made a noise of delicious pleasure as the flavour exploded in his mouth. The boy watched him closely, something in his eyes looked unfamiliar to the prince. "What is it?" The boy shook his head and looked down to the floor. "Nothing you're majesty." he mumbled shyly, but the prince was smarter than that. "Don't lie to me, and since when do you call me by title. I told you, my name is Seonghwa."

The boy looked at him guilty "Seonghwa I-" The boy couldn't get the words out of his mouth. After a couple tries he gave up, pulling at his hair in frustration. Seonghwa felt worried, was the boy going to tell him something terrible? "Hongjoong-" he called to him softly "Come here and sit with me. Then you can tell me what is troubling you."

Hongjoong groaned frustrated. "This is the problem Seonghwa!" he finally exploded. His eyes pleading with the princes. "This! You! I just - I can't - I shouldn't be-" Seonghwa didn't like being yelled at and he huffed back at him. "Can't, shouldn't, me? That sounds like an awful lot of problems. I didn't realize I was so much trouble to you." Truthfully Seonghwas feelings were hurt. He liked Hongjoong but in a different way than he had ever felt before. He was only twelve, he didn't really understand these deep feelings. But he knew the simple sight of Hongjoong could make his chest feel warm and his mouth tip into a smile. Hearing Hongjoong talking about him as a problem broke a special part in his heart he wasn't aware of until then.

Hongjoong sighed "You know that's not what I meant Seonghwa."

"Then what did yo mean?" Seonghwa shot back, biting into another strawberry in hopes of chasing away the sudden bitterness in his mouth.

Hongjoong closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I don't know." he finally confessed. "I don't fully understand how I'm feeling right now okey, and I'm sorry. You deserve clearer answers than that but all I know is that whenever I'm around you I just feel more like me. I feel warm and strong and embraced. I keep thinking about you and your soft hands from all your silly baths. I think about tucking your hair behind your ear. I think about feeding you strawberries and making you flower crowns. And I know this is all so stupid because I'm just a dirty stable boy and you're the crown prince, you're so perfect and I'm just - just me. And if you think this is all really weird and you don't want me to come and see you anymore then I understand. I really do but I just couldn't live with myself if I didn't tell you that I -I - I think I'm in love with you Seonghwa."

The boy stood there, staring at the floor in silence as the princes world broke and became complete at the same time. His heart hammered in his chest, his mind spun with the depth of this farm boys confession. He wanted to reciprocate it but the words got stuck in his throat. Everything Hongjoong had just described matched perfectly whit how he felt too. Is that what this feeling was called? Being in love? He opened his mouth, unable to hold back any longer

"I think I'm in love with you too."

"Hush Seonghwa you're okey, I've got you." Hongjoongs voice sounds from above him. Seonghwas eyes blink open slowly. He's outside, the stars are already rising into the sky. How did he get here? His eyes trail the arms holding him tightly and he recognizes Hongjoong. Except he's older now. He's his knight.

"I think I'm in love with you." Seonghwa repeats. Hongjoong halts and looks at him for a moment. His eyes searching his desperately. Seonghwa reaches up to cup his face with a smile. This time the memory didn't try and fade, every detail of Hongjoongs face stayed clear behind his eyes. "You're still so handsome." Seonghwa mumbles "Just like you were back then. I remember." he smiles softly, tracing the line of Hongjoongs jaw.

A tear splashes over his hand and Seonghwa realizes Hongjoong his crying. "I'm so in love with you, Seonghwa. I finally know what this feeling is and I'm absolutely certain, I will always be in love with you." the knight speaks through his tears. Seonghwa feels like he did almost then years ago when Hongjoong first confessed to him. Like his world was falling apart and mending at the same time. Seonghwa pulls him down into a chaste kiss before looking around himself.

They are standing somewhere between the camp and the castle. "How did I get out here?" he asks the knight. Hongjoong only pulls him tighter towards his chest and keeps walking to the castle. "You stumbled out of the castle looking like your soul had left your body. You scared me Seonghwa. I thought something terrible was happening to you. But then you started speaking. Reciting the words you said to me back then and I knew you were remembering. So I decided to pick you up and carry you back to safety."

Seonghwa hums, unable to picture what he must have looked like completely lost in memory. "You're already protecting me and keeping me safe. Did you appoint yourself knight while I was out of it too?" Hongjoong chuckles at the words "I wouldn't dream of it my prince. Only you could do me the honour."

The words remind Seonghwa of what he was doing before the memory hit him. Fresh pain flares in his chest and he has to look away from Hongjoong to not break into tears. The knight still notices and won't let Seonghwa hide. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?" he asks softly, now entering the castle and directing them to Seonghwas chambers.

"I'm alright to walk on my own." the prince speaks, unable to find the words for the question he really wants to ask. Hongjoong falters for a moment before pushing on "Do you want me to put you down?" But the thought of losing this close proximity to him makes Seonghwa shake is head. Hongjoong doesn't press any further until they are inside Seonghwas chambers.

Seonghwas mind is in shambles. He needs to know if Hongjoong really planned on leaving him. He needs to convince him that proving himself wasn't necessary. That the nobles had no right to demand anything from him. Hongjoong settles him down on the chair and takes a step back. Seonghwa instinctively clutches his arm "Please don't go." he whispers softly. Meaning more behind those words than simply in this moment. "I'm not going anywhere." Hongjoong tries to soothe him.

"Aren't you?" Seonghwa questions. He tries to pull out his authoritative tone but it comes out much too desperate "Can you promise me that you won't leave me this winter?"

Hongjoong keeps his eye contact as he kneels before him. He takes Seonghwas hands and kisses them. "I suppose your father has spoken to you." the knight speaks softly. Seonghwas heart clenches tighter. "Please don't go." Is all he can manage to say before his breath hitches. He can see Hongjoongs heart shatter at the tears already beginning to roll down his cheeks. "Please don't go Hongjoong you said you would be by my side. Please don't go. I'm starting to remember I'm - I'm -" The tears fall in large drops, splattering down his cheeks and tunic.

"Oh Seonghwa, please don't cry." Hongjoong whispers reaching up to press their foreheads together. Seonghwa sobs loudly. Hongjoong cups his face and pulls away to look at him "Please my love don't cry. Please." but the floodgates were opened and Seonghwa cries hard into Hongjoongs hands.

At some point Seonghwa pulled Hongjoong between his legs to wrap himself around the kneeling knight even more. "You don't have to go. They're just a bunch of stupid nobles that don't understand what it's like to be in love like this. You can stay. I will keep you close, make you mine, they can't say anything once we get married." Seonghwa sobs, leaning into Hongjoongs chest. Hongjoong lets him cry until his eyes dry and his breathing begins to even out. He holds him firmly, not letting the prince forget his presence even for a moment.

Once a little more calm Seonghwa manages to raise his head back up, out of Hongjoongs chest. He sniffles and wipes his nose and cheeks roughly. He really shouldn't be crying like this anymore. Hongjoong catches his rough hands and lowers them. Then his presses their lips together, keeping their hands intertwined in Seonghwas lap. Seonghwa takes a deep breath into the kiss and slowly releases it when Hongjoong back away.

"There you are, my precious Seonghwa." the knight speaks gently. "I'm sorry." Seonghwa whispers. His voice horse from all the sobbing. Hongjoong shakes his head "It's alright Seonghwa. You are allowed to show me how you feel. Always." Seonghwa feels himself choke up again and quickly takes a deep breath to calm himself. "I don't want you to go." he manages to say. "I know." Hongjoong replies "But you and I both know this is the most sensible choice for us to be together."

Seonghwa scoffs "Then I just won't be king. They can figure out their own mess." he pouts, not meaning his words but upset enough to speak them anyway. Hongjoong shakes his head "But what about Ara? What about her brother and all the other children in the village you want to help? All the people in this kingdom counting on you to make a difference? They need you to be king and help them. And I need to prove myself so I can stand by your side as you do it."

Seonghwa takes another deep breath, letting Hongjoongs words wash over him. He knows it makes sense and part of him is already coming to terms with the fact. But his heart can't cope with the pain of separating. Not now when their shared memories are finally resurfacing.

"I don't want to stay here without you." he confesses "I know these feelings are happening really fast and so suddenly. But I can't help this yearning feeling I get whenever we are apart. Right now we are only separated by a wall and meadow. How will I cope when you are all the way across the country? I know that these feelings are allot and I'm sorry if I'm sometimes too much to bare I just - I just want to be close to you."

Hongjoong rises up to press a kiss on his lips. "You don't know what those words do to me Seonghwa. I feel it too. I have been feeling it every time I walked past strawberries back in my home town. Every year when the fields would be filled with daisies I would walk into them and lay down int he grass, picturing what you must be doing, what you might look like now. I made dozens of flower crowns every year, just to be able to wear something that reminded me of you. I have been yearning for you since that summer we first met."

Seonghwa can't process all his emotions to Hongjoongs words. While he had forgotten all about him, had lived his days with very few troubles except of course preparing to take the crown. Hongjoong had lived with their memory every day. Wondering where Seonghwa was, how he looked, if he even still loved him. Hongjoong truly loved him so deeply he even came all the way here, had picked him berries and made him flower crowns, all in an attempt to spark Seonghwas memories and win his love once more. Seonghwa wants to cry for him but instead he pulls Hongjoong up off the floor and towards his bed chambers.

Hongjoong stumbles as he realizes where they are going. "Seonghwa - I can't be in here -" But Seonghwa doesn't care about that right now. He doesn't want to think about his position as crown prince, about the nobles and their opinions or the winter he will be spending without his knight. He just wants Hongjoong to know that Seonghwa still loves him, even without all of their memories. He pulls Hongjoong through the door lets it fall shut before he turns. "Seonghwa - we really can't -" Hongjoong tries again but the prince shushes him softly.

"Nothing needs to happen Hongjoong." he whispers softly. "But if you will be leaving me for the entire winter I want to enjoy what time we have left." Hongjoong gulps and nods softly. Seonghwa smiles, brushing the knight's hair back. "Now, take off your shoes and outer clothes, no dirt on my bead sheets." Hongjoong startles a little at first. Then moves to remove his shoes and outer layers until he's standing in his undergarments. Seonghwa slips out of his robes too and replaces them with a sleeping gown. Then he walks over to the bed and pulls back the blankets. He spreads out over the matres "Come here. Keep me warm." he reaches out a hand to Hongjoong. Knowing if the knight stood there half naked much longer Seonghwa would do more than just ask him for warmth.

Hongjoong moves over and gingerly crawls under the covers. He seems shy but doesn't want to show it. "Hold me." Seonghwa mumbles and Hongjoong shuffles under the covers to wrap around the prince. Seonghwa buries himself in Hongjoongs arms and sighs contently. "This is all I want, for the rest of our lives." he whispers into the darkness surrounding them. Hongjoong relaxes around him and places a kiss on his head "I would like that very much." he hushes in response. They fall asleep, entangled in each other, much like their destinies were all those years ago.

*****

Far away, by a lake known all to well by the people of Camelot and old man sighs deeply by an open fire. A woman's sweet laugh echos over the water but Merlin simply shakes his head.

*****

Chapter Text

Part 4.1 - Hongjoong

"Did you hear the news?"

"There was an accident, on the way back from the north."

"They say the prince almost died!"

"What? No! What tragedy!"

"Is he alright? How did he survive?"

"They say he fell in the lake. The sacred lake."

Gasp!

"But that's impossible! How could he have survived?"

"That lake is haunted!"

"No it's not silly! It's blessed! You and your silly conspiracies."

"But if he fell, did they have to pull him out?"

"Ahh but this is where it gets interesting! You see he fell and was lost under the waters for many hours. He should have been dead."

Gasp!

"Oh my! The poor sweet boy!"

"But he wasn't dead! They found him on the banks of the lake further along. Mumbling something of a lady."

"No!"

"You don't mean?"

"It can't be!"

"Aye, they say the Lady of the Lake herself saved the young lad from drowning."

Silence.

"But the Lady of the Lake never hands out lives for free. There is always a price involved."

"That is true. But we have no way of knowing what the prince may have given up to the nymph in favour of his life now do we."

*****

Hongjoong wakes slowly. The morning sun drifting through the small window of the princes bedchamber. For a moment, he is confused by his surroundings. But as soon as his eyes land on the man next to him it all falls back into place. His mind can not quite fathom the feeling of waking next to the man he loves. It is a feeling he want's to experience every sunrise from now on.

He reaches over and hovers over the beautiful princes features, tracing them without touching him. Gods is he perfect. Hongjoong can barely contain the endless flow of soft feelings he has for the man. Nothing in the world could ever compare to his beauty, the stares paled in comparison to the sparkle in his eyes and his smile shone brighter than the sun. Lying here Hongjoongs existence falls into place. Here, by his princes side, this is where he truly belongs. Where his heart has been leading him all along. Where fate tied the knot between their hearts.

At first Hongjoong had felt unsure. Afraid of what Seonghwas lost memory would cost him. Anxious to know if Seonghwa could still love him without their shared past. But all that lay forgotten outside of these walls. None of that mattered, for even without his memories Seonghwa had found his way back to Hongjoong. Had filled the former stable boys heart once more and allowed their love to bloom.

The prince stirs in his sleep, brushing closer to Hongjoong as if seeking his warmth. The knight smiles in endearment. Seonghwas eyes flutter, slowly opening to meet his gaze. A lazy smile graces his lips as he pulls him closer. Hongjoong lets himself be lead until their chests are touching and Seonghwa has buried his head in Hongjoongs shoulder.

"Good Morning" the prince muffles from his position. Hongjoong giggles at the gruff sound of his morning voice. "Good Morning, my love." he answers, with every intention to embrace him. But Seonghwa pushes away abruptly, surprise marking his features. Hongjoong is confused for a moment. "Say it again." Seonghwa whispers, still fixed on Hongjoongs face. Hongjoongs heart melts, he could never deny Seonghwa anything. "My love." he repeats "I hope you slept well?"

Seonghwa searches, eyes wide as a does. Hongjoongs heart stutters at the thought that this comes to the prince as a surprise. "Do you not like it? I won't call you that if you-"

"No!" Seonghwa shoots back. Then swallows and speaks more calmly "I'm sorry I just - I can't fully believe that this is real. That you are really here. With me. You - you confessed."

Hongjoong reaches out to cup the precious princes face "Oh my darling. My dearest. I would have thought my actions have been clear all along but if you must hear the words again then listen carefully." Hongjoong leans in closer brushing their noses together "I love you, most ardently. With everything in my soul and body. I adore you with all my heart."

Seonghwa brings their lips together in a kiss so tender it almost wipes Hongjoong out. "I love you, Hongjoong." the prince hushes between their lips. Hongjoong lets himself drown in the sound and feel of those words as they softly kiss under the covers until the sun rises completely.

*****

The day of the choosing approaches rapidly and within the whirl of preparations Hongjoong doesn't even have time to get stressed about wether or not he will be on the princes personal guard. It seemed like a silly thing to be worried about at all, but as they all stride in to the large village feast he can't help a burst of anxiety. Will Seonghwa still chose him for his personal guard now that he knows Hongjoong will go away? If he doesn't, what will Hongjoong be once he returns? If he does, who will protect him while Hongjoong is away?

The feast is in full swing when Hongjoong and his friends arrive. The people are all joyfully talking, sharing food and drink. Children run between their legs snatching snacks from vendors around the soon to be lit bonfire. It looks festive, it looks alive, it looks real and present. Hongjoong is swept away by it all for a moment.

His eyes spot movement in a darker corner. He recognizes the shadow waiting in it. The little girl, Ara. Of course the poor are allowed to attend. But now that Hongjoong has seen her he realizes only clean robes twirl around the pile of wood. Only well fed, rosy cheeked children are playing. Even though they have permission, not a single person here looks like they might be from the slums. Common folk, yes, but Hongjoong can tell easily that none of them are worried about food on their table.

His heart aches at the memory of the little girls words, how she had brought out Seonghwas softest and loveliest side. It was a moment out of many that made Hongjoong fall for him all over again. The little girl stays in the shadows, her eyes darting about the feast. Soon the royal family will arrive and Seonghwa will make his announcement. Then the fires will be lit and the people get loud and drunk. Will she still be there then? Will she spend the entire night of the light festival in the shadows?

Hongjoong buys five sticky buns from the same girl Seonghwa had that day at the village. She smiles at him shyly in recognition. Then he slowly makes his way across the field to the little girl in the shadows. When she sees him she tenses, a flash of fear in her eyes. But Hongjoong smiles at her and moves closer. Recognition shows in her face and she is brave enough to take a step out of her hiding place.

Hongjoong reaches her in a couple more steps, then crouches to the ground. "Hello Ara." he speaks softly. The little girl blushes and diverts her eyes "You remember my name mister." she speaks quietly, as if trying not to take up too much space. "Of course I do. You are such a sweet girl. Here, I got you something." he reaches out the sticky buns and her eyes blow wide. She fiddles with her hands, hesitant to grab them. But Hongjoong can see how much she wants to. "It's okey Ara, you can take them. I'm giving them to you as a gift." Her wide eyes meet his full of wonder and awe, then she hastily grabs one and takes a huge bite. Her wide eyes begin to sparkle as the sweet flavour explodes over her taste buds. She squeals excitedly "Oh mister! This is the greatest gift ever! Thank you so much!"

"Ara!" A boys voice sounds from behind her, sharp and demanding. "Ara! How many times have I told you? You can't be this close to -" The boys voice sounds closer but Hongjoong can't see him fully from his crouched position. The little girl spins, hiding the bun behind her. "Mm not-" she tries to fight back but the boy is quicker. "What are you eating? Did you steal it! Dam it Ara you can't-" but before the boy can continue Hongjoong decides to intervene.

"It's alright, young lad, I gave it to her. No need to tell her off." The girl turns back to him and grins widely then looks over to her brother, who is creeping closer to see Hongjoong. He looks young, no older than fourteen. His hair is matted to his head, an ashen grey though it probably used to be more brown. His cheeks are sunken in but his body looks strong. His eyes bore into Hongjoong as if weighing a threat.

"Ara." he speaks suddenly very calm. The little girl gives him an odd look. "Get behind me. Now."

Ara looks between them but obeys her brother, finally taking a step towards him. "Brother, why are you so afraid of Mister? He's really nice. He was with the prince when I met him and he gave me a sticky bun for free. He has more, I'm sure he will give you one to. Or you can have the rest of mine." she tries to reason with him, holding out the other half of her bun.

Her brother simply sighs, defeated before he hardens his gaze once more "Behind me, Ara."

The little girl hangs her head and stands behind her brother, peeking over his shoulder with an apologetic look on her face. Her brother clutches her hand tightly. Then he steadies his gaze on Hongjoong. The knight can see the fear in his clutching hand, in the slight tremble of his shoulders. But he also sees great bravery in how the boy stands tall, how he doesn't look away. The boy thinks Hongjoong is a threat and the knight wants nothing more than to prove him wrong.

"I'm not here to hurt you." Hongjoong tries but the boy cuts him off. "You can't have her." he presses out the words steadily. Hongjoong is taken back by the statement, unsure why that's what this young boy concludes from his interaction with Ara. "I know she now owes you for the sticky bun but you can't have her. Whatever dept she has to pay will go through me."

Hongjoong shakes his head in disbelief. "There is no dept, boy. I simply recognized her from when I was in the village and wanted to make her happy. I wasn't sure how many count to your family so I got you a couple of them, to share." Hongjoong holds out the buns like a peace offering. He catches a flash of longing in his eyes before they grow cold once more. "No thank you. Now let us leave. Please." The boys voice has started to tremble.

"Why do you fear me?" Hongjoong mumbles more to himself than anyone else. The boy pushes Ara back some more. "Because I know what big men do to little girls behind closed doors. And my little sister isn't for sale." the boys trembles are getting worse but Hongjoong can't find the words. The shock he feels at the confession, what those words mean, make something darken in him.

He lays out the buns in the grass between them "You don't have to accept them. I understand that it is hard to trust a stranger when you have already been through so much. I am no such man. I would never hurt you or your sister, I truly mean no harm." The boy stays there staring at him, as if waiting for something to snap.

"Who are these men you speak of?" Hongjoong grits his teeth, for he knows he shouldn't ask these questions. He knows it will not help his case, but now that he understands what threats these children face he can't turn a blind eyes.

The boy swallows, indecisive. "For my sisters bun, I will tell you. But then there is nothing left between you." Hongjoongs heart aches at his words. "You still owe me nothing." he says, hoping it will calm the boy even just a little. He takes a deep breath. "They all stay at the inn, down the hill, not the nice one up here. The keeper has a set of rooms he keeps just for these special guests. That is all I know."

Hongjoong swallows thickly. "How many?"

The boy shrugs "It's never the same, four at least. Sometimes as many as twelve."

Hongjoong nods in defeat, the sour flavour in his mouth turning bitter. Such a horror right under his nose and there isn't much he can do about it. Does the King know? Does Seonghwa? Surely he can't. Hongjoong lifts his eyes back up to the two children. Ara is now hugging her brothers arm tightly, understanding enough of the topic that she want's to stay close to him. The boys eyes betray multiple layers of pain and rage all bottled within him.

"Thank you." Hongjoong speaks softly "You can keep the rest of these. And the next time we speak I hope than inn will be burned to the ground." Hongjoong rises to his hight. Looking down on the two small children, kept short due to malnourishment. "You are a good brother, you do well keeping her safe." he tries to smile at the boy but can't quite muster it. "Ara," he calls out to the girl. Here large eyes peek up at him, the smile falls on his face easily "Listen to your brother, he just want's you to be safe." She gives him a timid little nod.

With heavy steps he turns away and leaves them with the sweet treats. His heart feels like led, his boots too heavy. What kind of world does he live in that makes innocent children like that victims of such animosities? What could he do to make it better?

He belatedly realizes the royals have arrived while he was talking to the children. The king is announcing his sons decision to choose his knights already. Yunho is wildly trying to wave him over. He should feel excited, elated to see his prince but all he sees is the little boy, too terrified of the world to let his sister accept a sticky bun from a stranger. When did kindness become a form of manipulation? Of threat? Of suffering?

He reaches Yunho and the man tries to ask him what is wrong but Hongjoong simply waves his hand. He doesn't understand it himself, he needs time to think first. A soft voice falls over the crowd. Gentile and but deep it feels Hongjoongs ears and helps him take his first deep breath in many minutes. He continues to breath, letting the melodic voice lull him into a sense of calm.

"…and so, every one of you deserves a place at the palace…." Hongjoong catches snippets of actual words as his heart starts to lighten. The burden of what he heard lifting just a little. There must be a way to help little children like Ara and her brother. He will find a way, with Seonghwa.

"Here are my personal guard." The prince speaks and for the first time throughout his entire speech Hongjoong lifts his head to look at him. Warmth instantly spreads all the way to his toes making him feel much better. The prince looks at him with a complex expression, confusion mixed with uncertainty. Hongjoong wants to smile as reassurance but his lips won't move.

"Yunho, Mingi, Jongho, San and Hongjoong." the prince announces, but his name sounds wrong. The way Seonghwa speaks it, as if he is second guessing his choice. The princes eyes stay locked on his as if waiting for a reaction. He wants to give him one. Want's to confess he is relieved. But all his mind keeps coming up with is the glaring danger all the children are in.

"I can't believe we all get to stay together." San beams, arms slung over Mingi and Yunho. Jongho smiles widely "Couldn't think of a better team if I'm honest." Mini and Yunho agree before looking at Hongjoong, still in his half suspended state. "Hongjoong?" Yunho suddenly murmurs worriedly "Are you alright?"

Hongjoong tries to snap out of it "I'm fine. Sorry, I'm happy we all get to work together from now on. I - I'm just - I've got allot on my mind." he stumbles through the words. San drops his arms from the two taller men. "You can talk to us Hongjoong. You know we've got your back, right?" Hongjoong contemplates telling them what he knows, maybe they could come up with something together. "Is it the prince?" Yunho asks carefully. But before he can correct Yunho the prince himself appears.

He's trying to smile but the anxiety is clear in his body. "I'm honoured to have you on my side." he begins. They give him a round of smiles. "Of course, if any of you would prefer a different position I promise not to hold it against you, please be honest with me. Always." the royal adds hurriedly, his eyes darting to Hongjoong as if still trying to gauge his reactions. Hongjoong floods with guilt. He is making his precious prince anxious with his behaviour.

"Everyone, I have news." he decides to get it over with quickly. His friends, now including the prince, perk up to listen. "When the prince and I went to the village we met a little girl named Ara." Seonghwas eyes grow wide and he can see him look around as if hoping to find her. "I was sharing a sticky bun with her earlier when her brother came and interrupted us. He seemed terrified of me and especially of the fact that Ara had accepted the bun. I tried talking to him but he insisted on repaying the dept." the men in the now formed circle all frown. Hongjoong takes another deep breath "I asked him why and - his answer was shocking." He looks at each and every one of them before releasing the information he already found too heavy to bear. "There is an inn, down the hill, where young girls are being mistreated by men." Hongjoong swallows around the lump is his throat as his friends fall into different states of despair, disgust and horror. "He is afraid his sister will be taken by them. By me."

Seonghwa makes a sound between a sob and a cry of horror, covering his mouth with a shaking hand. His eyes water and his body begins to tremble. "Oh my gods" he whispers "How could this be? Why? They are children." he chokes on his words and before Hongjoong can stop to think they are in public he wraps his arms around him in comfort, but also protection.

"We can't let them get away with it. What horrid people would even think of something so -so" San's eyes burn in anger, the man finally looks as terrifying as he is in battle. "Disgusting." Yunho spits "Those aren't men, those are vile creatures from hell and they should go back to where they came from." Mingi nods in agreement lips pressed together tightly. Jonghos eyes simply burn a hole into the ground, fists clenched. "We're ending it." Hongjoong speaks firmly, not yet ready with a plan but knowing that's what they are going to do.

"Wait." Seonghwa pulls his head from his shoulder where he had slumped in shock. "We must go at this with a plan. Foolproof evidence to present to my father. It won't take much, a testimony, some eye witnesses or something physical. Then we let them rot in the cells after going through questioning." The knights all straighten to listen to their prince. Seonghwa takes a good look at them, one by one as his face clears and a plan forms.

"Jongho, Mingi. You will search for this inn. Stake it out. As much as you will want to, do not engage. I need you to collect information on the place, how many floors, how many people are in there. Can you catch a glimpse of the - the women and girls, or any other proof of what is happening. Then you report back to me and I will issue a raid." The two stoic men nod.

"San and Yunho, I need you to make friends with the towns people today. I want to know if anyone here knows of this place and why it has never been brought to the court." San and Yunho take deep breaths to calm their rage and nod.

"Hongjoong," the prince trails off, tracing Hongjoongs face with his eyes. "I'm right here my prince." but Seonghwa shakes his head "Take me to Ara." Hongjoong blinks at him then nods.

The prince looks at each of them one last time before saying his final words "This is your first fight by my side. From this night on, we will be battling every hurdle together, we will bring down one injustice at a time and keep our people safe. Keep each other safe. Tomorrow we meet in my chambers after sunrise." Then Seonghwa dismisses them and each duo marches off to their first assignment as the future kings personal guard.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa don't find the little girl or her brother. They search the feast, the surrounding darkness and contemplate heading to the village themselves when the moon is already high in the sky. Before the prince can start trekking to the village Hongjoong stops him.

"Seonghwa," he speaks softly "it's time to stop. This is getting us nowhere. We will find Ara and her brother better in the morning." Seonghwa's eyes wander over the silver lit field "I can't sleep not knowing she is safe. Hongjoong, what if something happens to her?" A tear falls down his cheek, his quivering lips showing his distress.

Hongjoong softly takes his face in his palms "Darling," he hushes softly "please take a breath. Ara and her brother will be alright for the night. Tomorrow we will head out there with more information and a better sight and we will find them and bring down the people threatening them." Seonghwas breath deepens, his eyes fluttering. "I couldn't live with myself if something happened to her." he whispers back. Hongjoong nods "Me neither."

Seonghwa sighs painfully, resting his forehead against Hongjoongs "I can't believe the court is blind to such a monstrosity happening right here, under our noses. It sickens me. Hongjoong how am I to make their lives better when I don't even know places like that exist? How will the people ever trust me? I've let them suffer in pain for so long-" Seonghwas voice hitches to release a sob. His fists holding onto Hongjoongs tunic tremble. "How could this be?"

Hongjoong holds Seonghwa close "This is not your fault Seonghwa. None of it. You couldn't have known, you couldn't have prevented it from happening, you can't change the past. But what you are doing now is changing the future. That is all you should be worried about."

Seonghwa nods in small movements, trying to calm his soft tears "Hongjoong, please stay with me tonight." he whispers almost desperately. "I wouldn't dream of leaving you alone like this, my love." Seonghwas breath shudders at his words and Hongjoong revels in the spike of heat it makes him feel. "You called me something else earlier." Seonghwa mumbles, clearly calming down now. Hongjoongs mouth quirks into a slow smile "Did I?" he teases "Darling." Seonghwa sucks in a breath at the word. "Do you like that?" Hongjoong dares to whisper. Seonghwa bites his lip and nods in reply "Please keep calling me that when we are together." the prince hushes. "Of course darling." Hongjoong answers breathlessly.

Seonghwa softly presses his lips against Hongjoongs. It's not a kiss of romance, or hunger. It's a kiss of comfort, of reassurance. Hongjoong gives him kiss after kiss until the prince is completely calmed down and his own heart also beats evenly. "Now come my darling, let's get some sleep before tomorrow."

Seonghwa lets himself be lead by Hongjoong. The knight takes great care to guide them back to the princes chambers, undresses him and then redresses him, before slipping out of his outer layers and lying next to him. Seonghwa wraps himself around Hongjoong and they fall asleep in the comfort of each others embrace.

The sun rises and before Hongjoong can pull himself out of Seonghwas arms Wooyoung barges into the room. He stops short at seeing the knight but makes no comment of it, turning to Seonghwa, blinking his eyes open.

"Your guard is here to see you." Wooyoung speaks, clearly meaning the statement more like a question. Seonghwa nods "Please bring Yeosang up as well. We have something important to do." Wooyoung's eyes flick between them before he leaves the room once more. Hongjoong leans over and kisses Seonghwas cheek "Good morning my love."

Seonghwa smiles warmly, leaning in closer asking for more. Hongjoong chuckles and gives the prince a couple more kisses before he drags his feet out of bed and puts all his clothes back on. He steps out in to the larger room to find all his friends eyes on him. They wear different expressions of mockery but also genuine happiness for Hongjoong and Seonghwa. "So, you've moved in already huh?" Yunho snickers, making Hongjoong blush. He runs his hand through his hair "It's not what you think okey, we just - I was only -" Mingi laughs at him "Oh come on! There's no need to be all shy about it now."

Then Seonghwa steps out of the room and even Jongho can't suppress a grin. His hair is beautifully messy and his skin glowing in the morning sun. He only now seems to notice all of them gathered in the small room and blinks. "Oh, you're all here." is all he mumbles. San tries to suppress his giggle but can't. "I take it you slept well, Seonghwa?" Jongho dares to speak, a wicked grin on his face. Seonghwa seems puzzled at first "I - I did." he replies before his eyes fall on Hongjoong and they all start laughing. Seonghwas eyes grow wide as they flick from Hongjoong to his friends and back, cheeks growing a dark shade of red.

"No wait. You misunderstand. Hongjoong was only -"

"There's no need to justify yourself Seonghwa. We are actually all glad you have found your happiness. But we also love to tease." Yunho winks at the blushing prince. Seonghwa drags his hands over his face with a deep breath. When he looks back up at them he is wearing a bright smile. "I'm glad I finally get to know what it's like to have so many friends."

Hongjoongs heart warms at Seonghwas words. The prince, though sheltered and privileged in his upbringing, has always been lonely. As a royal, children his age were sparse and even fewer of them lived anywhere near him. Hongjoong remembers first meeting the prince and being shocked to find that the only friend he seemed to have was his servant that had to stay back at the castle. Without Wooyoung and then later Yeosang, Seonghwa was utterly alone. But not anymore. Now he had Hongjoong and the guard of friends around him.

Wooyoung returns with Yeosang and Seonghwa squares his shoulders the way he always does when he shifts into his role as crown prince. They all find different chairs to sit on and fill each other in on their findings. Hongjoong first catches Wooyoung and Yeosang up to speed. They both wear deep frowns of distress and Wooyoung swears he's never heard of a place like that in all his time in the Village.

Jongho and Mingi did in fact find the inn. It seemed pretty empty from the outside but several windows stayed alight all night. After the moon had passed it's peak guests began to arrive. All of them men. Some of them looked well off, others just as dirty as the street the inn was placed on. They could hear voices but nothing to distinguishing. Small figures darted around the shadows in the window. But nothing could be clearly observed.

Yunho and San had spoken to every single commoner at the gathering. Some of them had made some crude remarks while drunk but over all they got the impression the general public didn't know if this place either.

Hongjoong listens intently. Gears in his head churning to find a way to solve all this. If they don't have any solid proof there will be an issue with the king. They can't just take the inn on the words of a fourteen year old and his sister. It's Seonghwa who finally speaks up. "I'm afraid that's not enough proof. We need a solid eye witness to take property. And multiple confessions." the prince chews his bottom lip deep in thought. "We could stage a witness." he trails off, eyes flicking to his friends. Hongjoong can see the idea forming in Seonghwas mind. "What are you thinking Seonghwa?"

The prince sighs "Nothing good. And I would hate to put you in such a situation. But I can't for the life of me think of another way." A knot forms in Hongjoongs stomach. If Seonghwa needed a witness, the easiest thing to do would be to place one. "You want us to pose as customers and be witness." Jongho speaks blatantly. Seonghwa keeps chewing his lip. "I'm a little worried we have missed the window. You were all clearly visible at the bonfire yesterday, the village now knows who you are."

Yunho lets out a long breath "Or that could play right into our cards." he grits, Hongjoong can tell Yunho hates whatever he's about to say. "Let's say we go in and pose as customers. It might play into our advantage that we are so close to you now, as the prince. We could abuse that position to get behind the scenes of that inn and see what we need to see to confirm the boys words and take the inn into custody."

"How do you propose we abuse our position? Won't they be on guard because of it?" Mingi questions, but Hongjoong has understood Yunhos suggestion. "They might be, so we have to put on a very good act. We play into the rumours that Seonghwa is vain and a pain in the ass - no offence Seonghwa, you really aren't at all - and hopefully win their trust. Make them believe we are just as much scum as they are." Yunho explains. San's mouth pulls into a sneer "I don't think I could keep up an act like that." he speaks honestly. "Neither do I." Yunho admits "but it might work. And in the end, all we need is a glimpse at the inner workings of the inn and we can burn it to the ground and save those children."

Hongjoong takes a deep breath. He doesn't like this idea. Not at all. But Yunho and Seonghwa are right, if they had a witness they would be able to save and protect all those children from harm. "I hate it." Seonghwa mumbles next to him. Hongjoong takes his hand on reflex, intertwining their fingers "I hate it too. But if this is what needs to be done, I will do it." he places a soft kiss on Seonghwas knuckles. The prince nods with a grim expression.

"Alright. Hongjoong will enter as our witness." Seonghwa speaks up. "I will go with him." Jongho volunteers. "I don't like the idea, and I'm not sure I can always keep a straight face, but I think it's best if there's at least two of us. Just in case something goes wrong." Seonghwa gives their youngest a grateful smile "Thank you Jongho. You will be joining Hongjoong and pose as our second witness. Yunho, Mingi and San will lead the guard and surround the inn, I don't want anyone escaping once we make our move. As soon as Hongjoong and Jongho can confirm the boys words we end this. Clean and quick." The prince levels them all with one last look, making sure everyone is on the same page with their plan.

He then looks at Wooyoung and Yeosang "I need Wooyoung to be on standby with the prison guard to take in the criminals for questioning. Yeosang you will be needed on sight for healing any of the injured victims." the two of them nod. "I will come in with the castle guard and declare the arrest as well as the claiming of property. I sadly am not permitted to engage in direct combat in situations like this. I can't show any bias as the law." the prince looks at them guilty but Hongjoong squeezes his hand in reassurance. "You are doing a great thing right now Seonghwa. Not every battle will be won by your sword. Most of them will be won by how you chose to act and pass judgement. And I have faith you have made the right decision." Seonghwa smiles at him gratefully. Warmth seeping back into his gaze.

"We leave at sunset. You have the day to prepare." Seonghwa declares. He then releases a long breath and sinks into Hongjoongs side, his princely manners falling from his shoulders to leave behind just Seonghwa. Hongjoong holds his love for a while, whispering small reassurements as their friends take their leave and catch up on sleep. Wooyoung scurries along to inform the guards and Yeosang excuses himself to stock up on potions. Once they all leave the room Seonghwa drags himself into Hongjoongs lap and let's his entire weight fall on the knight.

"I want this to go well." he whispers softly, his head cradled against Hongjoongs chest. "It will my darling. We will free those children and give them a home." Seonghwa sighs and stays still in Hongjoongs hold for a long moment. Then he drags himself away form his safe haven and stands "I have paperwork to prepare and an arrest warrant to issue. I'm afraid my princely duties call for my attention, my dear knight." Hongjoong can't stop the smile spreading across his lips. He snatches Seonghwas hand and kisses his palm "Then I won't distract you any longer my prince. May I request we meet again for lunch? For if we are apart for too long I fear my heart might break from missing you."

Seonghwa giggles as he blushes a deep red "Oh gods Hongjoong you can't say things like that. But yes, you may come disturb me for lunch if you wish." With a happy hop, Hongjoong pounces the prince one last time to leave a long kiss on his lips. "Until then, my darling." Seonghwa hums with content and then pushes him away "Until then, my knight."

*****

Hongjoong clenches his teeth as the inn comes into view. It's past midnight and they're far from the only men on their way to the establishment. Jongho tenses beside him and then tries to release it again with a breath. Hongjoong mirrors his actions and focuses on the story they agreed on spinning.

Enter - complain about their lives serving the prince - hopefully make some connections - slap a bunch of gold around to catch attention - request entertainment and/or a private room while pretending to drink - find the proof they needed - get out.

It was a simple plan really but it made Hongjoongs skin itch with discomfort and bile rise in his stomach. He tries not to think about it too much. Tires to pretend this isn't the kind of place that it is. Focuses on what the end goal is for them.

He pulls his hood over his head securely, then steps out into the light of the lamps. They pass the four men loitering by the door, nursing bottles of liquor. They don't even spare them a glance and with a final breath Hongjoong pushes open the door and enters. The foul smell hit's his nose, overwhelming his senses and making his stomach churn. It's a mixture of beer, liquor and food that came up the wrong way. The place isn't too loud, mostly murmurs and short words being thrown across tables. Four men occupy a table in the far corner, clearly playing a game of sorts. Two more are hovering at the bar waiting for their bottles to slide over the worn wood. Hongjoong let's himself fall heavily into the stool at the other end of the bar table. The bartender glances over, eyes scrutinizing for a moment.

Hongjoong flicks a gold coin on the table and nudges his head to the shelf of expensive liquor. The two men and the bartender look surprised for a moment. He hesitantly takes the coin and bites down, testing it's wroth. "What does a man have to do to get a drink around here?" Jongho speaks up next to him, tapping his fingers impatiently. The three men share a look and then grin. "Apologies sirs, we're not very used to having y'er folk all the way down here." the bartender speaks, pulling two good bottles of liquor from the shelf and handing one to each of them. Jongho nods in thanks and pulls the cork out by his teeth, surprising even Hongjoong. He tips his head back and takes a large gulp.

His mouth pulls into a disgusted expression "I guess this is better than nothing." he mumbles, loud enough for them to hear. The man at the bar snorts "Well if you wanted the fancy stuff why didn't you just get it form the kings stash. I heard he's quite the drinker." the three of them laugh and Hongjoong snorts "You have no idea." he decides to add. His heart hammers in his chest but he reminds himself to play the part.

"Oh? Come now knight, you can't waltz in here without entertaining us. Let the liquor loosen your lips a little." the other man at the bar watches him expectantly. Hongjoong realizes he's going to have to drink at least one actual sip from his bottle if he wants to convince them. He pulls the cork with his hands and takes a moderate chug. It burns and almost makes him cough but instead he covers it with a sneer. "God that's awful, brings back memories." the men grunt. Clearly understanding Hongjoong wasn't highbred himself.

The five of them converse. Hongjoong and Jongho spin stories about the prince and his habits. Making crude remarks and doing their best to play the part of a scumbag. Jongho buys bottle after bottle, making the men's eyes sparkle at the gold coins. The men at the table in the back catch the glint of gold and holler him into the game, thinking they could win some easy money. But Jongho turns out to be quite the gambler and easily finds his way into their circle.

Hongjoong stays conversing with the men at the bar as the place begins to fill. Suddenly Jongho is being invited to a separate room. Apparently this place also runs a secret gambling ring. Hongjoong entertains the men around him with complaints and lies until they are convinced of his fake persona. Finally he slides the bottle over the table and makes a displeased face. "I've done all the entertaining here tonight. Can't a man be entertained too? Or at least enjoy some peace and quiet?" the man behind the bar slips up, his eyes flicking to the other still sitting where he was when they fist entered. The dunk men around him cheer and agree that he should get something in return.

The man at the bar nods and the bartender turns to Hongjoong with a sly look on his face. He leans in close so Hongjoong holds his breath against the smell "We've got some very exclusive entertainment if you pay the right price." For a moment Hongjoong feels himself slipping. His fist clenches under his cloak but he steadies himself. This is the final step to securing the evidence he needs. "Does my gold coins not suffice? I just want some quiet. You want me to steal the prince's crown too?" The man chuckles and dares to say "I'd prefer some of his undergarments actually but yes, your gold definitely suffices. In fact, we'll let you enjoy today for free good sir."

Hongjoong holds back the surging rage and instead of punching the man in the face gets up from his stool to follow him to a doorway. His fists are clenched so hard he's trembling, fighting every natural instinct to keep his love safe from men like this. But he has to finish this mission first.

The door opens into a dark hallway lined with more doors, each painted with numbers. The bartender leads him to one at the very end of the hall and is given entrance. "You will have service shortly. If you need anything or you want some company for the night, just send one of the girls to fetch it for you." Hongjoong swallows the bile in his throat and gives a curt nod.

The room is actually quite nice. He can tell it's cleaned regularly and even the sheets on the large bed are fresh and crisp. The furniture is old for sure but decently kept. Beside the bed there is a large loveseat with two pillows. A bearskin is spread over the floor and a small table is set in the centre of the room. The fire place on the wall is burning bright, warming the room pleasantly. Hongjoongs stomach churns as he realizes what kind of things might have happened in this room. His skin prickles at the thought that whoever is walking thought that door assumes he is like the other men that have been here.

There is a soft knock and the door opens slowly. Three girls enter. Girls. None of them look older than sixteen. The smallest can't be ten yet. Hongjoong fights the tears about to spill from his eyes. He slowly lifts his hood and takes a step back into the room, giving them space. The tallest and probably the oldest closes the door and they watch him with wary expectation. Hongjoong isn't sure what to do. He hadn't thought this part through, not wanting to entertain the image.

"Come away from the door please." he tries to speak softly, but there is a slight tremble to his words. The girls share confused looks but they all walk into the centre of the room. Hongjoong stays rooted to his spot a couple steps away and crouches down to their hight. He takes a deep breath "My name is Hongjoong." they blink at him confused. "I'm not here to hurt you. I'm trying to find a way to help you. Please don't be afraid." It's clear from their expressions that they don't believe him and Hongjoong can't blame them. He doesn't know what they were promised when they were brought here. "What are your names?" he decides to ask.

"Emma"

"Issul"

"Hela"

They answer one after the other. Hongjoong can't read a single emotion from their tense postures. He's not sure what to do to make them understand he won't hurt them. Then he remembers the sticky buns he packed into his cloak. He can't imagine the food here to be worth eating, or even pretending to eat. So he had packed them for peace offerings. He pulls them out and lays them on the floor between them. "A peace offering. I know you have no reason to trust me. There is no way for you to know that I am telling the truth about wanting to help you but I will prove it to you as soon as I can. I promise. In the mean time please eat. I'm sure you're hungry."

The three girls look at each other, weighing the risk between them. The smallest one dashes out and bites into the bun before the others can stop her "Hela no-" the middle girl Issul calls out. Here eyes grow wide as if not meaning to speak out loud and she fixates on him in fear. Hongjoong only holds up his hands slowly "I won't hurt you." he repeats. The tallest, Emma watches Hela eat her bun closely, waiting for something to happen. Hongjoongs gut wrenches at the amount of trust that must have been broken for her to fear a sticky bun.

When Hela finishes the bun her eyes sparkle just a little. She licks her fingers and dares to look at him "Th-thank y-you." she stutters out through a lisp, her two front teeth missing. Hongjoong manages to smile at her "You're very welcome."

A knock sounds at his door and Hongjoong tenses. He crosses the room and opens it, ready to fall back into character, but it's Jongho. His expression grim and lips pulled tight. "We need to go, I can't handle this much longer." Hongjoong nods. He hopes his leaving won't be too suspicious. He hasn't been here very long and he sadly can't leave the sticky buns behind.

He packs them up with an apologetic look. "I'm so sorry, I promise you can have them later. I need to go now, so we can stop the man in charge of this place." They give him a puzzled look but the little girls eyes carry a hint of hope. Hongjoong clutches that for dear life as he walks out of the room. Jongho leads him to a back door and they escape into the night before anyone can notice them gone. They pick up their pace, both of them anxious to get away from that place and ready to end the terrible things happening there.

They meet up with Mingi, Yunho and San ready with the palace guard to barge in and break up the party. "Gambling den. Multiple women working. First door to the right of the fire place in the main hall. Down the steps and through the door on the right." Jongho shoots out, unable to hold it in anymore.

"Private rooms with personal servants - all girls under age - and prostitutes kept under wraps. Door behind the bar leads to the hallway with the rooms. I'm not sure where the girls themselves come from. But three were sent to one room so I'm guessing there's at least a dozen at all times." Hongjoong too can't handle the weight of what he has seen. The other three nod and split up to lead their section of guards. Hongjoong joins Yunho and Mingi, Jongho joins San. They now walk to the inn with a different stride. Purpose and revenge simmer in Hongjoongs bones as the guards storm the building, taking every man in it captive. Hongjoong isn't the first to enter but when he does chaos is in full swing. The few men sober enough try and swing at the soldiers dragging them out aren't doing much damage. But bottles fly and shatter, plates are thrown and splinter to the ground.

Hongjoong locks eyes on the bartender cornered behind his table. He's piercing him with a gaze so full of venom the knight can't help but smirk. His revenge is going to be sweet. He strides over to him confidently, the man grips a knife form the block behind the counter and runs at him yelling. Hongjoong side steps and trips him, then grabs the back of his tunic and rams him into the counter top. "You are going to spend the rest of your life repenting for your sins." Hongjoong whispers into his ear. "And then you will spend eternity suffering by your own hand." For good measure, Hongjoong slams down his head against the wooden surface again, breaking the mans nose. It doesn't fully sate Hongjoongs need for vengeance but it does make him feel better already.

The room is cleared out swiftly, everything going according to plan. San locates the girls quarters and the sight of the knight dragging all the men out fo the building makes them more incline to trusting him. Hongjoong keeps a tight grip on the bartender and the man now identified as the inn keeper. That's when Seonghwa arrives. The news of the princes personal arrival makes the curious girls poke their scared heads out from behind doorframes. The room floods with more soldiers and the prince's eyes scan the assembly of men on their knees before him. His eyes catch the sight of the little girls and Hongjoong can see him soften for a moment.

He settles on the two men responsible next. "You have committed grievous crimes. The court has caught wind of your doings and has gathered the evidence themselves. For your crimes you will be put on trial before the court to be judged. This property now belongs to the crown and anyone part of it is freed from dept or duty." The criminals kneeling try to protest and there are a series of confused gasps from the girls still watching. Seonghwa nods to Wooyoung who is standing ready with the prison guards.

One by one the men are shackled and pulled away to the prison ward further outside the village. Seonghwa's posture softens as they disappear into the night. He turns to the group of little girls now gathered in front of the inn. All huddled together they look at him terrified. Hongjoong finds Emma, Issul and Hela. Their eyes widen at recognising him and Hela even smiles. Hongjoongs heart almost bursts with relief. They did it, they have saved these children from a terrible place.

Seonghwa takes slow steps towards them, crouching down to meet them where they are. "You have been very brave and very strong for a long time." the prince speaks. "I am sorry it took me so long to help you."

The girls all stare at him. Only Hela has the courage to speak "Are you really the prince?" she questions. "Yes he is!" a familiar voice calls out from behind them. Hongjoong spins around and spots the little flash of a girl running towards them, her brother in toe. She stops right in front of them and grins up at Hongjoong "Hello Mister! I knew you would do something to help." Hongjoongs lips twitch into a smile "Thank you. For believing in me. My name is Hongjoong, by the way." he says as he crouches down to the ground. She grins at him even wider. Then she walks up to the prince and stands next to him. "He really is the prince. I've met him before. And he never lies. He's going to change things for us." she speaks confidently. Seonghwas eyes tear up at her words.

She smiles at him brightly "Don't cry again your Highness. I knew you would keep your promise." Seonghwa lets out a wet laugh before looking at the girls once more. "As the prince, I am given a piece of land of my own on my 18th birthday. Every prince may do with this land what he pleases. I have kept mine unattended because I didn't know what to use it for. But now I do."

Seonghwa pulls a scroll from his coat and unrolls it "Let it be known that Crown Prince Seonghwa bequeaths his rightful land to the children of his village. These children may farm it, tend to it, build on it and make it their home. The Crown Prince will support them in their endeavours and work with the children to build their future. Sighed Crown Prince Seonghwa of Camelot."

Hongjoongs jaw drops. He knew Seonghwa was making plans to help all the children left parent less in the village but he didn't know this was the princes plan all along. His heart swells for his love. The prince will surely make a great king. Seonghwa smiles up at the children, all looking at him with wide eyes of disbelief. It would take a long time for them to trust again. That Hongjoong understands. But this is a huge step in the right direction. And they had done it together.

"This inn also falls under your property now. You may burn it, destroy it, sell it or keep it. It is your right to do with it as you please. No one here will stop you. However, I suggest we all get a nights sleep first. I have tents set up on your future homeland if you like, or you can stay here. Whatever feels most comfortable to you." the prince smiles at them sweetly, hoping they would let him take them away form his horrid place.

To Hongjoongs surprise the girls slowly nod, agreeing to follow them. Seonghwa and Ara lead the way while Yunho, Mingi , San and Jongho make sure the girls can walk safely through the streets and up towards the meadow behind the castle. The little boy falls in step next to Hongjoong, his head lowered.

"I'm sorry I made an assumption about you sir. I have been proven dreadfully wrong." the boy speaks shyly. Hongjoong is a little surprised "You don't need to apologize. You have every right not to trust a stranger. I don't hold it against you. I meant what I said when I told you you're a good brother." the boy nods, his lips tugging into a frown. "It's just - ever since mother - " he trails off, wiping his eyes. Hongjoong dares to stop him in his step and place a hand on his shoulder. "You have lived through so much. And you did it all while keeping Ara safe. Your mother would be so proud of you. And it's okey to miss her. I miss my father too, every day."

The boy bites his lip to stop the tears and nods, finally meeting his gaze. He takes a deep breath and then continues walking, catching up to Ara and taking her hand as she walks next to Seonghwa. Hongjoong stays behind and lets his heart settle. His future is right in front of him. His love and these precious children now given a home and a caregiver. He knows Seonghwa will treat each and every one of them like his own and Hongjoong can't wait to be a part of every step on the way.

*****

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Part 4.2 - Hongjoong

The next two months Hongjoong and his friends work tirelessly with Seonghwa to fulfil his dream of giving the children a home. They manage to get a small building up before the cold weather, with a hearth to keep warm and enough fire wood to keep through the winter. They help the children work the land to plant late crops that will last over winter like potatoes, cabbages and carrots. Seonghwa has already secured grain from the winter preserves for the rapidly growing orphanage. It's fulfilling work and Hongjoong finds himself happy most every day. Of course a large part of that is also seeing Seonghwa so happy. The prince manages to open the little girls hearts with slow, steady patience and an endless supply of love. Sometimes they play and laugh with him, sometimes they cry their confessions into his shoulder. Seonghwa never changes his comforting words and gentile touch. Proving to be the kind, noble prince he truly is.

Harvest moon approaches quickly and before Hongjoong even has time to prepare the volunteers are called up for the winter defences in the north. With everything happening around them Hongjoong hadn't even found the time to worry about it. But now the moon is bright and clear and Seonghwa looks like he wants to disappear as he calls his name from the list. Hongjoong yearns to take him in his arms and hold him tight, but the prince spends many hours making rounds to the nobles, advocating his project and securing support.

Hongjoong is anxious about his stay in the north. Not only because of the harsh winter and probable danger, but because of the separation from Seonghwa. Ever since the bonfire Hongjoong has spent maybe five nights in his own bed. The rest of the time he falls asleep with his arms wrapped around the princes warm, soft body. A feeling he still hasn't gotten used to. They still had to be careful when in public but within the walls of the castle they could enjoy relative freedom in the expression of their love for one another.

But now it's coming to an end. Tomorrow morning Hongjoong, Yunho and Mingi will ride up north, leaving San and Jongho behind to guard the prince. Hongjoong feels the itch under his skin to get closer to the prince. Seonghwa too has slowly made his way across the room, conversing with every person here except his personal guard. After what feels like a life time he finally approaches but cannot meet Hongjoongs gaze.

Hongjoong feels his stomach suddenly tighten. Did Seonghwa not want to spend their last night together? Was he already saying goodbye to guard his own heart? Hongjoong keeps trying to meet his gaze in desperation but Seonghwa is firm is his focus on the rest of their friends.

"Great news." he tells them, a little overly happy "We have secured most of the court for the orphanage project next spring. With their support I'm sure I can convince the rest of the court to lend a hand too. This is for all of Camelot, and most importantly for the children." Seonghwa almost squeals at the success of his long awaited plan to fall into place. Hongjoong feels a rush of joy seeing Seonghwa so happy. For in the end that's all the truly matters to him.

"That truly is great news." Jongho speaks, his arm wrapped around Yeosang unashamed. "That means we'll have our work cut out for us all year." San adds on, holding Wooyoung's waist and pulling laughter from the group. "Oh, before I forget!" Wooyoung jumps in and pulls out three small bands of woven nettle rope with each one wooden carved bead on it. "The children wanted me to give you these." Wooyoung turns to Yunho, Mingi and Hongjoong and hands them each one band. "They said they couldn't come and say goodbye so they wanted me to hand them over for them. These are to keep you safe. And to remind you that they will miss you." Wooyoung's voice softens as he speaks of the children he too has come to adore.

Mingi's eyes look a little glossy as he slips the band over his wrist "Tell them thank you. And that we will miss them too." Yunho nods in agreement, intertwining his hand with Mingi's. "They're such creative little critters." Hongjoong mumbles fondly. "They are." Seonghwa mumbles in return. Finally, as Hongjoong raises his head his eyes meet Seonghwas.

So many emotions are to be seen there. So much hope and love, but also fear and sadness. Seonghwa blinks and turns to the rest of their friends smiling small "I think I am retiring for the night. I will see you off tomorrow." He then laces his fingers with Hongjoongs and they walk out of the room. In moments like these Hongjoong is thrown off his feat by the prince. He can be so firm, so regal in his gaze and speech and then suddenly soft and driven by emotion.

Seonghwa pulls him up into the chambers they now have spent almost every night in together and as soon as the door falls shut Seonghwa buries himself in Hongjoongs chest, squeezing him tightly. "Oh Seonghwa…" Hongjoong tries to soothe but the prince is already crying. "I tried. I tried so hard to convince myself I wouldn't do this on our last night together. I told myself I shouldn't waist our time like this but - but I can't -" he's cut off by his sobs and Hongjoong feels his heart clench in pain.

He slowly guides the prince across the room, opening the door to the bedchamber and leading them inside. He kisses every inch of Seonghwas face as he carefully prepares the prince for bed. Then he strips his outer layer and pushes Seonghwa onto the bed. Seonghwa is relentless in his need for Hongjoongs body close. He pulls and tugs at him until he's almost chest to chest in the bed. "Oh my sweet prince. Please, you're breaking my heart. I will return to you, I will be yours eternally. I promise." Hongjoong mumbles. Seonghwas teary eyes look deep into his. "You have to come back, do you hear me. I cannot live without you."

At a loss for words Hongjoong places his lips on Seonghwas. Softly at first but soon a fever overtakes them and Seonghwa forces his way on top of his knight. "Please," he begs "please let us do more. I need to know you're here. Please." Seonghwa mumbles between kisses, pulling at Hongjoongs clothes. The fever spreads throughout his entire body but his head is remarkably clear.

He catches Seonghwas wrists with his hands and his hips with his legs. Then, in a bout of strength, he flips them over making Seonghwa gasp. Under any other circumstances Hongjoong would have revelled in the sound but his prince is in emotional pain. And nothing will stop Hongjoong from curing that. He pins the prince to the bed and forces space between them. Seonghwas eyes are wide and pleading but Hongjoong stays firm.

"Darling." he starts, kissing his forehead. "You are hurting, darling." Seonghwa nods, whimpering under the soft lips trailing his temple down to his cheek. "I don't want to do this while you are hurting, my love." Seonghwa whines in protest but Hongjoong continues tracing his lips to his nose and over to the other side. "When we lay together I want it to be out of love and passion, not fear and desperation. It is what you deserve my love. Please." He whispers the last word over Seonghwas lips and the prince connects them withing seconds.

They start out desperate and then slowly fade into something more steady. Still hot but calmer and deeper, devoting to each other. "I love you." Seonghwa whispers. Hongjoong suckles on his bottom lip in appreciation. "I love you." he then replies to his prince and Seonghwa releases a contented sigh. "I need you close tonight Hongjoong." he then confesses and Hongjoong lowers his body to lie completely on top of the other. his weight on Seonghwas body finally deflates the prince. His arms and legs warp around him to secure the knight. "Sleep now, Seonghwa. I will be here when you wake."

Hongjoong wakes early the next morning. He can't seem to stay asleep so he decides to sit up and stare at the sun peeking over the horizon. In a couple hours he will have to leave. Leave this warm bed that he shares with the person warming his heart and soul. It feels wrong.

He hears the sheets rustle behind him and looks back to see Seonghwas brows furrowed in his sleep, grasping at the space in the bed Hongjoong had lain in before. Seonghwa opens his eyes confused but quickly finds his target, then pouts up at him, still half asleep on the bed. Hongjoong can't help but coo at the puffy lips and slowly kisses them. Seonghwa lets himself fall into the kiss blissfully, letting Hongjoong revel in the gorgeous expression on his face.

"I remember the day we parted." Seonghwa mumbles between their soft touches. "You wove me a crown of straw because that would keep longer than one made of flowers. Then you told me you would come and find me when we're older. " Hongjoong continues to kiss him, the memory warming his heart. "I promised I wouldn't forget about you." Seonghwa whispers, his breath trembling. "It doesn't matter now my love. We are together, are we not? You have my heart, just like you did back then. That is all that matters." Seonghwa kisses him slow and firm "My heart belongs only to you, Hongjoong."

When they part they smile at each other. And then they kiss again. And again. And again. There is allot of kissing in the preparations for the day ahead. Almost like they need to stock up on them before being without until spring. Finally Hongjoong has to leave the princes chambers and join the troops for the north. The prince stands on the high wall watching them leave, San and Jongho at his side. Hongjoong keeps his eyes trained on him as they ride through the gate until Seonghwas silhouette disappears.

*****

The ride to the north is long and dreary. It rains most of the time and there's wind for the rest of it. The cold tries to bite through their thick leather but Hongjoong knows how to keep himself warm. He's so glad Yunho and Mingi decided to join him on their journey back home. Since their arrival at the castle Hongjoong has not received a single letter. He's not surprised, his mother can't really write. Still, he is looking forward to seeing her again, for he has missed her. Seonghwa is constantly on his mind and the prince exchanges letter with their forces regularly. Giving Hongjoong updates on the children and end's every letter with a short line of devotion that makes Hongjoongs heart race.

Winter is approaching fast by the time they reach the boarder territory and the snow can only be weeks away. It is here that Hongjoong receives Seonghwas last letter, containing only a simple line

I remember.

Hongjoongs heart stutters in his chest. This line was written in haste, probably because Seonghwa wasn't sure it would reach him in time. Seonghwa remembers. He must remember something important. Maybe the night they spent under the stars in the meadow. Or the countless days they laughed and played. Whatever it was, Hongjoong wants to get back to his prince to hear it. With that warmth in mind he forces out the cold on their last stretch home.

Their winter camp is near their home town. Much unlike the busy streets of the village beneath Camelot Castle their home is quiet and still. It looks just the way they had left it. The baker still hasn't fixed his window and the seamstress is still selling her fabrics at half price. Even the tavern is still keeping the same menu it had before they joined the military. Hongjoong, Yunho and Mingi stride through the familiar streets until they meet the crossroads that force them to part. Yunho wanders up the short lane to his families stables, Mingi down the hill to the black smiths and Hongjoong keeps tracking ahead until the small farm comes into view. A familiar figure awaits him out front, in her favourite blue and green shawl she stands and watches her son return home.

Hongjoong softens at the sight of her face, her warm smile and gentile features. The look of pride she always wears when looking at him. She opens her arms and Hongjoong lets himself fall into them.

"My dear boy, look how you've grown." she hushes as her strong arms come around him and squeeze tightly. Hongjoong chuckles at her words "I'm so glad to be home mother. I missed you." they give each other another squeeze before she pulls him out of the cold and into the warm house. Everything is still as it was. The fireplace crackles and sparks on the far wall shedding light on the bear skin warming the floors. Blankets and pillows heaped around the floor filling it with a sense of comfort. The little wooden table off in the corner still wobbles on one leg and the dent in the central pillar of the house stands proof of Hongjoongs childhood mischief.

"Nothing has changed much since you went away dear. Welcome home." his mother smiles up at him. "Sit down and have some tea for I'm sure you have a great deal to tell me." Hongjoong spends the entire day sitting and talking to his mother. They laugh so hard they shed tears and she playfully scolds him for all his terrible ideas. While he soaks in his mothers warmth and abundant love he feels like a small child again telling his mother about his adventures out in the woods.

It's almost supper time by the time Hongjoong finds the courage to speak of his prince. His mother asks him question after question, wanting to paint the perfect picture of the castle in her mind. "You know mom, you could just come with me." he suddenly blurts through her giggles. Her smile fades slightly "Oh dearest I don't know. I'm a little old to be travelling that far and you know the farm won't hold up without me." Hongjoong nods along while biting his lip, debating his next words before speaking them. "Actually, there is someone I want you to meet. There. At the castle."

His mothers expression falls blank, then she blinks confused. "Someone you want me to meet? At the castle? Whatever for?" Hongjoong chuckles nervously rubbing his neck "How do I say this? I - um - mom listen I -" His mother holds up a hand to stop him, an amused smirk playing her lips now "Kim Hongjoong don't tell me some damsel has you stuttering and stumbling over your words in front of your own mother. Who is she? I must know this instant!"

Hongjoongs smile falls too. He's not sure how to correct her, not sure how she might react. But she needed to know and she needed to find out form him. "Mother, I have fallen in love." he starts, meeting her shocked gaze "He's kind and noble and he loves me dearly. When I get back I want to ask his hand in marriage." silence falls between them. His mother simply stares at him, surprise and astonishment crossing over her face. She also seems a little impressed. Just when Hongjoong can't take it any more she breaks into a bright smile. "I see, so you have found true love then. For only true love could make a man glow the way you just did." Hongjoong releases a relieved sigh and smiles too "I have mother. I love him with all my heart."

His mother takes his hand and gives it a squeeze. "Then I am happy for you my dearest. But tell me more about him. I want to know who my son in law will be." Hongjoong rubs his neck again, unsure how to break the next set of news to her too. "His name is Park Seonghwa, and he is the crown prince of Camelot." Her jaw drops open comically. Hongjoong struggles to find his next words to try and explain so they come out of him in complete disarray.

"I - um - we met all those years ago remember? The prince and I played all summer while the royal family was here to visit. So when I went back to Camelot I sought him out and well - he doesn't remember for some reason - but we had this connection and then I just couldn't stop thinking about him and then he kind of confessed, or maybe I confessed first - I don't really remember but anyway we ended up together in a way and now, well, I can't imagine life without him - and that's why I'm here actually, on this mission - to prove myself to the court and gain their trust so I can marry the prince under the kings blessing."

He feels out of breath and his mother looks even more confused than before, but his chest feels lighter. Her reaction wasn't one of disgust or displeasure, merely one of disbelief. "You - You and the young prince? You managed to fall in love with the crown prince. And he loves you too?" Hongjoong nods firmly "Yes, he does." she simply nods back, face still slack "And he want's to marry you too? Even though we are but simple common folk? Is that even allowed?" Hongjoong blushes a little but answers anyway "Well he actually brought it up first so… Yes he want's to marry me, yes we are simple folk but he has never cared about that and yes he is allowed to marry who he wishes as long as I can convince the court I am a suitable match. Which means I need to rise to knighthood."

His mother breaks out into another smile. This one softer, her eyes watering a little "My dear boy, all I have ever wished is for you to be happy. And if - if price Seonghwa is the man who keeps that smile on your face then my heart is a peace." Hongjoong pulls her into a soft embrace. He has missed her more than he was ready to admit. He knew she would not oppose but it still feels good to have her blessing like this. "Oh you're making an old woman cry." she mumbles into his chest. Hongjoong tries to hide his own tears but fails for she pulls back and wipes them for him. "Thank you mom. You will love him, I know it."

"I'm sure I will. I just hope he will like me too. Gosh I hope the King and Queen will be alright sharing a table with an old woman like me." she tries to brush back her hair but it gets tangled half way. Hongjoong stills her hands and takes them between his. "Of course they will be Mom. Don't worry yourself with these things. When I return in the spring I will take you with me and we can travel to Camelot together. I will be right by your side." More tears stream down her face as she nods. "Thank you my dear. For taking care of your old mother. Your father would be very proud of you, you know."

Hongjoong feels his eyes water once more but smiles brightly "Thank you mom, and you're not so old you know. The Queen is only two years younger than you are." That makes her laugh. Their tears dry and the rest of the evening is spent in joyful preparations for the next spring. Hongjoong would like to spend the entire winter here, with just his mother. But duty calls him out into the field only three days later. He bids his mother farewell and meets Yunho and Mingi at the crossing. Together, the three of them set out to enforce the borderlands.

*****

Snow is falling heavily, the only light is the moon at half strength, making the heavy trees and covered grown glow faintly silver. It would be a breath taking sight if it weren't for the immediate threat hiding in those trees. Hongjoong spots movement but it's only a flash before it disappears. "They're there, I can smell them." Mingi hushes under his breath. His words puffing into the air. With Hongjoongs signal they take a step closer, still within in the cover of the trees they're hiding in.

The flash of movement appears again and then an arrow flies through the sky, hitting the trunk next to Mingi's face. The soldier ducks out of the way and Yunho sends one back, clearly hitting something for they hear a pained gasp. Hongjoong takes another step and more movement flashes. For a moment a dark shadow rises from the opposing trees then Hongjoong realizes what it is. "Incoming." he bellows across the forest and their entire division takes cover from the wave of arrows scattering among them. There must have been at least a hundred of them now sticking out of every branch on their side of the meadow splitting the trees.

"What the hell was that?" Yunho whispers from his left. "I don't know, they can't possibly have fired all of those themselves." Hongjoong answers. They are fighting mages, that's for sure. But so far the rogue mages hadn't used any actual magic in a fight so this is new terrain for all of them. "We need to move carefully, these guys have more ability than the ones we've met so far." He warns the men closest to him, letting them spread the word.

With a deep breath Hongjoong leaves his cover and crouches low to look under the foliage over to the opposing treeline hiding the mages. "We need to surprise them from behind." he mumbles to himself more than to anyone else. "What if we go around? There are thick bushes to our right, if we stay low and crawl we could make it to their side and attack on two sides." Yunho speaks, scanning the field stretching out before them, a divide no man has dared to try and cross over the past three days. "Sounds risky." Hongjoong replies, but he's already working out the details in his head. "I love risky." Mingi adds, and Hongjoong knows he's grinning ear to ear. "Alright, then we go."

The three of them make their way towards the shrubbery and one after the other dive into the thick snow. Yunho takes the head, barrelling a path for Hongjoong and Mingi to follow. The cold seeps through their heavy wool and armour easily, quickly making Hongjoong question if this was a good idea. But it's too late to turn back now. They crawl for what feels like an eternity making their toes go numb and fingers tingle. Hongjoong starts to make out the other side of the forest when all hell breaks lose.

The forest they had left behind catches fire and Their division scatter to take cover in the heaps of snow in the divide. Meanwhile the mages launch another hundred arrows into the night sky. Hongjoong pushes himself faster as his fellow soldiers yell out in pain and warning. So far they hadn't spilled any blood, but these mages where taking things too far for Hongjoong to see this end without bloodshed. Once they broke into the trees the three of them pull each other up and start making their way to the mages positions. They don't make a sound, placing one foot in front of the other until they spot movement between the trees ahead. They crouch low in the shadows and watch for a moment.

There's four of them in black cloaks standing in a circle. Clearly those are the mages who are causing the spells. Two more run back and forth between the treeline and said mages, probably updating them on the battle. Hongjoong doesn't need to speak to his two companions to form a plan, the three of them move simultaneously. Mingi and Yunho move closer to the two messengers, intercepting their flow of intel while Hongjoong loudly strolls up the four mages.

"Evening Gentlemen." he greets, unsheathing his sword. "A fine evening it would be if you weren't attacking innocent people, don't you think?" One of the men turns to face him. Hongjoong can see he's older, his back slightly hunched over and an angry sneer plastered over his face. "You understand nothing, soldier." is all he replies before launching fire into the air between them. Hongjoong ducks and rolls, the fire misses him by a long shot "You're aims off old man." he taunts as the mage launches another attack. This one Hongjoong doesn't even have to dodge, it flicks in the completely wrong direction.

Another of the men turns towards him, this one is younger and carries a sword. They lunge at each other and Hongjoong parries a couple strikes before he easily disarms the man taking his sword. "Alright that's enough, break up this attack and go home. This is over." Hongjoong bellows in a loud voice. He's sick of lying in trenches for three days and the cold is starting to make his fingers go numb.

Suddenly two figures flash behind him and he just manages to dodge a knife coming for his throat. Suddenly it's a four on one dagger fight. Hongjoong drops the swords and pulls his own knife from his belt. They aren't trained but they carry the larger numbers. One of them nicks him in the shoulder and Hongjoong can feel his arm blood trickle down his back. But he can't stop moving.

They corner him against a tree and Hongjoong manages to injure two of them, making them fall out of the fight. But he's still outnumbered and losing grip in his frozen hands. Just as his knife starts to slip Yunho and Mingi jump from the shadows and tackle the two remaining mages. The four of them fight bravely but eventually they realize they have been defeated and make a run for it, limping.

The three soldiers let them go. There is no use chasing after them during the night when they have more important things to attend to, the wounded. The three of them trek out into the field to find their division slowly collecting numbers and pulling each other from the snow. Most of them are injured in some way but no one has died. A win is a win, Hongjoong thinks to himself.

The morganian mages have attacked multiple times over the winter. Mostly reserves and farmers with larger crops. Occasionally they would launch a larger attack and try and invade the village, setting fires and smoke. But so far the soldiers have been able to hold off the worst of it, slowly rounding up one mage after another and sending them back over the borders to their own territory. If they didn't want to take part in Camelot, then they where free to go.

Hongjoong and his friends have fought countless battles, doused at least 4 burning houses and gotten plenty of injuries this winter. But nothing dreadful has happened and Hongjoong is glad they haven't broken into all out war. As he helps a fellow soldier limp back to their camp his eyes find the half moon.

His mind wanders to Seonghwa.

The prince is probably in his bedchambers. Warmly under the covers or maybe still working or reading in his chair in front of the fire. Maybe Wooyoung is with him, and Yeosang. Maybe San and Jongho too. Or maybe he is staring up at the moon, just like Hongjoong is right now, and thinking of him. Just like Hongjoong thinks of Seonghwa whenever his eyes drift to the horizon. With a heavy sigh he continues to trek on through the snow until they reach camp. Once his friends are all tended too, and there is a fresh bandage over his wounded shoulder, he sits down in his cot and pulls out the bundle of letters. Seonghwa's letters that managed to get to him, and all of the unsent ones Hongjoong has written since getting here. He sharpens the stick of coal and takes a fresh piece before slowly beginning his writing. He has written to his love every day. Sometimes as many as two pages, sometimes only two lines. But he writes to his prince before sleeping without fail. It calms his heart and keeps the prince close even though they are so far apart.

Tonight he doesn't write much. He doesn't like telling Seonghwa about the blood and the battles. He hopes the prince won't mind his beaten and scarred body after he returns. And most of all he doesn't want the prince to worry. As he finishes his last line Mingi and Yunho enter the tent, ready to sleep too. Winter will break soon, and within the next month or two they would be returning to Camelot. To his prince.

By the time the snow has finally melted and the morganian mages made their last attempt at an attack Hongjoong was feeling itchy in his skin. He wanted to return to his prince. The longing and waiting was cutting his nerves short and his patience thinned with every passing moment. The morganian mages where getting bloodier and more aggressive with every one of their attacks and although Hongjoong tried not to kill them, it was becoming more and more difficult to keep the casualties small. Too many casualties would mean war, and Hongjoong knows that's the last thing Seonghwa wants for his people.

So when the morganian mages marched towards them over the hill, baring their own flags and drumming their sacred drums Hongjoongs last streak of compassion ripped. "This is a war deceleration." Mingi mumbles as he scans the horizon of human figures. "What do we do now? This wasn't supposed to escalate, we can't return to the castle with war on our hands." Yunho fumbles nervously as he speaks Hongjoongs thoughts into existence.

"That's because we will not go to war." he speaks firmly. "This ends here and now."

The men around him watch him warily but Hongjoong is firm in his decision. He knows Seonghwa never wanted conflict like this but Hongjoong would rather end this in one clean sweep than to carry on into years of war and loss. "Alright everyone gather around." Hongjoong yells over the sea of soldiers.

"I know you are all tired of the north." he begins, watching the eyes of the dreary men surrounding him. "I know it has been a harsh winter, we have lost toes and sleep to the cold. But we have not lost our duty to our kingdom." the men around him nod in agreement, to both statements. "The morganian mages think they can threaten our peace and prosperity. They have tested us the entire winter and we have been holding back our forces for their protection." Hongjoong continues, feeling the energy rise within him and spread out to the others. "But now they march upon us as self declared enemies. They have raised their flag and pronounced themselves against us." The men begin to murmur, shifting, clutching their weapons. "Their attempt at war ends today. They will not disrupt our peace, they will not trample all our hard work of protection, they will not attack those we love behind these hills." Hongjoongs voice rises, shrill and commanding and the men around him join in. For even though the winter has been long and hard. They have formed a bond and felt united in their common goal. "We end this here, today!"

The roar of approval drowns out the drums of the mages. Hongjoong, Yunho and Mingi take the front line and charge into battle. It's wild and bloody with the soldiers using their every last strength to defeat the rogue mages. The mages use their magic, and although it is uncontrolled and weak it still costs them multiple casualties. Fire dances through he sky and ice flashes over the ground. Arrows come in waves as they battle their way through the lines. They aren't a big army so Hongjoong holds hope in the idea that defeating them in one battle is possible. But this will be the battle that costs lives and changes their history.

The battle is won two days later. If one can even speak of winners in war. Their division has lost many good men and the morganian mages are no more. But the traces of what once was remains on the land. The hillside is scorched by blood and flame. The flowers just emerging from the ground are either frozen or burnt to ash. Hongjoong finds his own blood dripping from his sword by the end of the final battle. A strike to his upper arm and thigh, as well as a burnt hand make him bite his teeth hard against the pain. Yunho pulls an arrow out of his thigh and Mingi is missing a tooth, limping. Still, they burry the dead and mark their names so they may not be forgotten. The morganian mages are burnt, as per their own tradition according to some of the wounded survivors who agreed to capitulate. Hongjoong watches as the smoke rises over the setting horizon, once again asking himself if this truly was necessary. Couldn't they have found another agreement? Why did bloodshed have to happen to finally end their pointless squabbles?

"Are you brooding over the meaning of life again?" Yunho settles next to him with a heavily bandaged leg. Mingi joins him on the other side. Hongjoong sighs, he is once again reminded how lucky he is to have the two of them with him. "I just, sometimes I wonder if this is really it. You know? Is this bloodshed truly necessary for peace?" For a moment they let the question sink in. "I believe in this particular case it may have been. The morganian mages wanted war Hongjoong. It was never about more land or more winter preserves. It was a hunger for blood and battle that drove them to these extremes. Why, I cannot understand. But if we hadn't fought back today we would have had to do on another."

Hongjoong mulls over the words until Yunho adds his thoughts. "I think it's a difficult thing to answer simply. Surely real peace doesn't require bloodshed, and yet after bloodshed there is always an era of peace to be expected. We could not have reached an agreement with the morganian mages, but there will be other conflicts in the future that we can find agreements on and that is the important point. War should never be a choice. Our choice should always be diplomacy and compromise." The three of them sit, overlooking the battle field as the sun sets behind the hill. With it, they let the horrid memories of the battle fade as well, leaving them buried alongside the dead. Hongjoongs heart is still heavy but with his friends by his side, the burden is barely noticeable.

Soon after the battle in the hills they receive the call back to Camelot where the King awaits their return. Hongjoong finds himself back on the lane to his childhood home. This time baring bandages and blood stained clothes. She puts on a brave face for him but he knows his mother is worried sick over his health. He spends the next two days letting her dote on him to ease her own nerves. He can't say he hates it. His mother cooks his favourite meal, changes his bandages much gentler than the field medic did and applies her home made ointment to help the wounds heal. She makes him drink allot of tea and forces him to stay in bed or seated most of the day. To pass the time, Hongjoong makes flower crowns or writes to Seonghwa, his heart already set on seeing him again soon.

A full week later they set out to return to Camelot. Hongjoongs mother takes but a day before she is busy taking care of the whole company like they where her own children. The soldiers don't know how to react at first but quickly begin treating her like the lady of their division. Hongjoong likes seeing her so happy and involved. She smiles all the time and the soldiers made her laugh often. She also gets to fully express her motherly desires, more so than Hongjoong ever let her around him. Which makes her feel at ease and less distressed.

As they ride past the sacred lake they decide to halt and let the horses graze and drink. Lady Kim, as the soldiers refer to his mother, was busy feeding the company. And Yunho had Mingi nursing his aching leg so Hongjoong decided to take a moment to himself and walks down to the bank of the lake. There are many stories around this particular body of water. Some say it was cursed and bad luck to get near. Others swear the opposite as true, that a goddess lives within these waters and blesses those who managed to see her. Hongjoong simply believes the lake is special and maybe a little magical. So he sits down on the river bank and looks out on the waters in peace.

"Thank you for saving my prince." he finds himself murmuring. Uncertain where these words have come from he let's them wander over the water and out of mind. There's a ripple, and then a flash of movement. It's so fast, Hongjoong isn't even certain he sees correctly. It looks like the end of a large coral tail. He stares out in to the rippling waters in shock.

"Love him." a woman's voice whispers in his ear, startling the knight so much he jumps to his feet. He spins and searches for the woman who spoke but there is nothing there. The lake is calm and smooth as a mirror. No woman, no tail in sight. However, something deep within Hongjoong feels right. Somehow Hongjoongs heart understands what just happened, even if his mind cannot rationalize it. With one last look out onto the lake he bows deeply and then turns to rejoin the men and his mother.

*****

The day Hongjoong finally spots the view of Camelot his heart feels light and free, just like it did when he was a boy gazing upon the child prince. As they steadily ride towards the village, up the hill towards the castle Hongjoong is thrown back to the first time he made his way here. Almost a year ago now he, Mingi and Yunho had marched their way across the land, catching rides on the back of hay wagons or with friendly merchants. He had gazed upon the castle in anxious longing. With a fear of what might become of him. He remembers every step closer to the prince of his heart. Now he is riding on horseback, his mother holding on to him tightly behind him. He is returning from this winter victorious, a soldier worthy of knighthood. A commoner worthy of his prince.

The castle gates come into view and Hongjoong has to hold back his urge to ride ahead. He can almost feel Seonghwa waiting for him behind them. They groan open slowly, trumpets ringing and the villagers cheering along the path. They enter the courtyard and fall into formation. Hongjoong swings off his horse and helps his mother descend before his eyes sweep the assembly awaiting them.

The king and queen stand on the high balcony looking over the courtyard. The kings is smiling proudly while the queen gives them applause. The men and women of the court are seated on a raised platform equally cheering their return. But Hongjoong can't seem to spot the prince. Though his eyes search his heart can feel his presence, Seonghwa must be here somewhere.

"Soldiers!" the king bellows over the crowd, "You return to us more than just victorious," he continues. But Hongjoongs ears are deaf to the praise of his king. All he wants is to see his prince. Just as his patience is about to give in a glint of gold catches his eyes. The morning sun is rising over one of the courtyard walls spilling the glint of golden reflections across the sea of men. Hongjoong raises his eyes up and up along the walls until he finally finds him.

Seonghwa is standing on the high wall, the sun illuminating him from behind, giving his entire body a golden hue. He is dressed in pure white. The light fabric whispering around him, giving Hongjoong the impression of an angel. His dark hair is a stark contrast to the golden light he seems to be radiating but in it sits a golden crown glittering in the sun. Hongjoongs breath hitches, his heart begins to beat heavily, so loud he's surprised no one else notices. But it's steady and strong, a warmth fills him finally chasing away the last chills of the past winter. Oh how he wishes to be next to him. His legs want to carry him away, up the stairs and through the twisted halls to stand with him on that wall. All he needs is a touch of the hand. A whisper of his breath. Hongjoong can't take his eyes off him for as long as the king speaks.

Only when Yunho shoves him out of the way of the moving troops does his gaze falter. "You need to get yourself together my friend." Yunho mumbles. "Remember who you will be introducing to the court, no distractions until your mother is comfortable." Hongjoong blinks a couple times, blinded by the light he has stared into for so long. Yunho is right of course. He cant just abandon his mother in the middle of the courtyard. But now that he is here, he also isn't sure what to do.

"Before you all leave-" the queen speaks up, silencing them once more "-those of you especially brave and formidable during the winter have earned their place among the knights of Camelot and they will be honoured tonight at the royal banquet. We want all of you to come and join us, celebrate your successful return and fill your stomachs with good food and wine. Bring your families, your lovers and friends. Tonight is for reunions and celebration." The mood significantly lightens among the men in the courtyard. A large feast with good food sounds like heaven after a long winter with minimal rations and frostbite.

Hongjoong looks around his friends and then to his mother. "My proposal would be that we return to our quarters, I will familiarize my mother with my chambers and we will probably have San and Jongho as visitors soon. We will get more information from them and take it from there. I think it best if we make introductions under festive intentions. Right?" he makes sure to watch Yunhos face for an honest opinion and the taller mulls it over. "I think you're right Hongjoong, rushing it now will be overwhelming for everyone." Mingi answers. Hongjoongs mother similes at him a little uncertainly.

"Are you sure? I have nothing fit to wear and no place to wash up. I can't possibly meet the king and queen in this state." she mumbles. Hongjoong can only smile at her warmly. "It's alright mother, you have more than enough clothes with you and we will stand guard it the washroom so you can wash up. I'm sure you are fit to see the king and queen just as you are." she blushes a little but nods all the same.

They make their way to their chambers and are already greeted by Jongho and San waiting for them. "We're glad you're all back." San greets them happily, jumping them in a large hug. "We were starting to wonder if we should come after you." Jongho jokes, offering a clap on the back. "No need, we managed just fine." Yunho replies to which Mingi scoffs appalled "You had an arrow in your thigh and upper arm, a stab wound in your shoulder and a burn across your back, I feel like just fine is a little far fetched." This makes all of them chuckle.

Hongjoong introduces his mother and she quickly finds herself adored by the two guards, making her loosen up just a little. As Hongjoong makes preparations so she can take a bath and some rest before the evening Wooyoung and Yeosang join them as well but don't stay long. "Hongjoong, I understand your mother is here but I'm afraid if you don't make an appearance to a certain someone we will all lose our heads before the feast." Wooyoung very indiscreetly exclaims after exchanging greetings. Yeosang rolls his eyes but adds "I'm afraid Wooyoung is only mildly over reacting."

Hongjoong turns to his mother to explain but she simply smiles and nods "Off you go my boy. I think I will be fine right here with these lovely gentlemen. I'm an old woman, I can take care of myself." Hongjoong gives her a tight squeeze "I know you can mom, but you don't always have to." His mother giggles and squeezes him back "Ahh my boy is all grown up. But I am serious, I remember what it is like to be in love. Go to him Hongjoong-a. Let him fill your heart once more and I will see you later tonight." Hongjoong pulls away with a smile "Thank you mom."

Then he turns and almost runs out of the guards quarters. His heart years more than it ever has before, it's painful and delightful at the same time. His feet carry him with certainty, knowing exactly where he needs to be. Where he is destined to always end up, no matter what road he takes. When he reaches the top of the stairs and pushes open the heavy door to the top of the wall he's out of breath. Chest heaving but unable to slow down.

Seonghwa is still standing in the same spot. His eyes are tracing the view beyond the castle walls. The enchanted forest and further. For a moment Hongjoong forgets to breath. For even though Seonghwa is etched into every fibre of his being, he realizes now that he was beginning to forget what he looked like. The small details are now filling in again as he gets closer and closer. Seonghwa turns to face him and Hongjoong can see that he feels the same exact way.

His eyes roam over him carefully, his filling with so many emotions Hongjoong can't single them out anymore. Once Hongjoong stops before him they stare at each other for a long moment. Their hearts beating fast the warmth in the bodies spreading. The string tying their fates together snapping back into place. Every one of their precious moments washes over Hongjoong in a comfortable wave of heat. Slowly thawing his frozen bones.

"My prince-" Hongjoong manages to speak hoarsely "I have returned." Seonghwas breath stutters but Hongjoong is not yet finished "My darling, I am home."

"My knight, my Hongjoong -" Seonghwa breathes "I remember everything."

Tears begin to stream down Seonghwas cheeks. Hongjoong raises his hand to take his softly. The touch sends sparks of joy through his body, tingling with delight. Hongjoong sinks to one knee, his armour creaking. Still holding Seonghwas hand he places a soft kiss on it. Then another. As if worshipping his hand were enough for him. Seonghwas body reacts with goosebumps to the action of being so adored. The hand in Hongjoongs grasp turns to cup his cheek, raising his head so their eyes can meet. Those pools of love and endless hunger for him send shivers down his spine.

"My knight, you did so well." Seonghwa whispers softly. The now midday glow catching on Hongjoongs eyelashes. Hongjoong gulps, preening under the praise. Seonghwas hand glides across his cheek, around his neck to the back of his head where he sinks his hand into Hongjoongs hair. The knights eyes hood as Seonghwa leans down to bring their lips together. They both stop breathing under the sensation. They continue lightly pressing their lips together, Hongjoong follows his mouth until Seonghwa rises too far for him to reach. Seonghwa brushes his lips over Hongjoongs before whispering "Come with me." Hongjoong shivers in response.

Seonghwa rises and drifts across the narrow path on the wall towards the tower he stays in. Every move so elegant, so soft and genteel. Hongjoong feels himself move without thinking. Following Seonghwa is the easiest thing in the world. The one thing he will never not do. The rest of his day forgotten, the feast this evening out of mind, Hongjoong's entire focus lies on his prince currently leading him to his royal chambers.

Once inside Hongjoong is still mesmerized by Seonghwas perfectly glowing skin, those plush lips, slightly swollen. "You must be exhausted." Seonghwa hushes, stepping close to him again. His hands wander over Hongjoongs armour but it feels like the heat of them is already scorching through the metal plates. "Let me help you." A sound Hongjoong isn't proud of escapes him and Seonghwa starts dismantling his armour. Peace by peace Hongjoong is stripped of his though shell, stripped of his position as a Knight to the future King of Camelot. Until all that is left is Hongjoong. The stable boy who's heart belongs to a royal.

Seonghwa beckons him forward and tugs at the hem of his tunic, glancing up for permission. Hongjoong can only manage to nod. The rest of his clothes are stripped from him too and a soft blush creeps over Seonghwas cheeks before he turns away. "Here, let me wash you." the prince speaks even softer, almost shy and he guides them over to the bath already prepared.

Hongjoong would like to protest. Would like to ask Seonghwa to not be so kind to him. That he in no way deserves such treatment. Such luxury. But the blushing prince before him makes it all fall away, there is nothing he could ever deny the man. So he steps into the water. A soft sigh escaping as the warmth surrounds him. Seonghwa picks up a sponge and a ladle and starts washing him down carefully. His long fingers comb through his hair until it's clean and untangled. He's movements over his skin intentional and careful. Hongjoong lets his eyes close and floats in the care and devotion of his lover.

"These scars, do they hurt?" the prince suddenly asks, voice breaking.

"No" Hongjoong speaks truthfully. "Not anymore."

Then Seonghwas fingers are tracing them. Every little cut on the knights body is explored, softly caressed. As if it's worth treasuring. Tracing a long one across his ribs Seonghwa comes to face him. His breath cooling his heated skin. "I'm sorry they hurt you." the prince hushes. Hongjoongs hand reaches up to cup Seonghwas troubled expression. "Don't say that, my love. They are what brought me to you." Seonghwa searches his eyes for the truth and once found, he secures his lips back on Hongjoongs. Seonghwas hands still wander, still discover. They caress every peace of him that he can reach until the fire in Hongjoongs stomach becomes unbearable. No longer a steady warmth but a raging heat begging for more.

When they break away Seonghwa too is panting his eyes giving away his own hunger. "I'm sorry." he whispers softly "I have food prepared for you, and drink. But I got carried away." Hongjoong already feels fully refreshed after the bath and confidently steps out of the bathtub. Seonghwa attempts to turn away in embarrassment but Hongjoong doesn't let him get far. "Don't shy away." he says to the flustered prince. He guides the princes hands back onto his body, placing them around his torso. "All of this is yours, my prince. My sword is yours, my heart is yours and my body belongs to you too."

The princes eyes begin to shake. His hands slowly melding into Hongjoongs body. "Oh Hongjoong-" Seonghwa swallows hard, his hands tracing up and down his sides, his back, his stomach. Their noses are barely inches from each other their lips both open and panting. "I -I" Seonghwa tries again.

Hongjoong notices the overwhelm and takes a step back, tugging his hands and guiding him to the large loveseat in the warm room. With the short reprise Seonghwa gathers his words and once at the seat he pushes Hongjoong down onto it kissing him once more, deeply. "I love you." he breathes into Hongjoongs mouth. The knight moans before confessing his own feelings "I love you, I adore you. You are the light of my life, the shield to my sword, my better half. I cannot live without you, Seonghwa."

A tear trickles down the princes face, still unused to this kind of sentiment. "Be mine." the prince pleads, "Be mine and only mine, for all of our life together." Hongjoong kisses him harder, his heart leaping at the request. "I am, my prince. I am only yours, always have been."

Seonghwa pulls away abruptly, leaving him breathless, his eyes determined. "Then- I have one last wish for you, my knight." the prince speaks, his tone low and husky. He stands, keeping his eyes locked on Hongjoongs as he loosens the ties of his own tunic. Hongjoongs eyes go wide as the tunic drops, revealing nothing but smooth, soft skin beneath. He can barely bare the sheer beauty before him. Seonghwas soft but lean curves, his defined shoulders, full chest, his stomach that ripples in strength but still manages to look soft, his round hips and tick thighs. Hongjoong is lost in his reeling emotions and raging needs. He may have attempted to imagine Seonghwa like this but nothing his mind configured could have ever described the view right now. Seonghwas hand comes to cup his chin, bringing his eyes back to the princes. "Take me." the prince whispers.

Hongjoong forgets to breath, his mind chocking on the request. No, command.

"Take me. Make me yours. I want to be yours as much as you are mine." the pleading look in Seonghwas eyes makes Hongjoongs mind burst into flames.

He stands, settling his hands on Seonghwas hips he pushes him towards the bed. Halfway across the room he kisses him slowly hands roaming up his sides and thumbs sliding over his nipples, making them perk. Seonghwa shudders in his hands and Hongjoong decides it's the best feeling he's ever experienced. Reaching the bed Hongjoong slides his mouth down Seonghwas neck, appreciating every inch. Seonghwas hands roam over his shoulders and tangle in his hair.

They fall on the bed. Hongjoong doesn't let a moment go to waist and instantly starts mapping the princes body with his mouth. The prince squirms and gasps, occasionally calling is name. It drives Hongjoong absolutely insane. The way Seonghwa feels, how he sounds, how he reacts to every touch. How he explores Hongjoong back, pulling him up for kisses, licking his way down Hongjoongs throat to catch a nipple in his mouth. It's so much more than either of them could have ever imagined. It's everything Hongjoong could have ever wanted.

Soon their pleasures become too hard to ignore and Hongjoong gets to work to prepare his prince with love and attention. Every finger oiled to make the glide easier. Every thrust of his hand meant to bring another pleasured gasp from his lover. All the way until Seonghwa is a gaping, mumbling mess of euphoria. "Please, Hongjoong, my knight. Please." he prince begs but not for long. Hongjoong lines up above him, guiding his knees around his hips "My prince " He whispers over Seonghwas lips. "You never have to beg me for anything. Not ever."

Hongjoong pushes in slowly. His breaths shuddering through him, his body trembling at the effort it takes him to hold back. Seonghwas eyes roll back, his expression that of pure pleasure. Once they both catch their breath Hongjoong begins to move in tandem with Seonghwa beneath him. Together they form a rhythm so perfect, fast but not rushed, firm but not bruising. Seonghwa cries out, throwing his head back. "Hongjoong-" he calls out as the knight hits the right spot over and over "I love you." he cries. The knight puts even more effort into every movement watching Seonghwa fall apart, unravel, completely melt into the pleasure and when he bursts from the throes of building pressure, so does Hongjoong.

Hongjoong doesn't let up, he pumps them both through he intense wash of bliss with shallow, aimed thrusts, until they both melt into each other. They breath hard, their bodies hot and covered in sweat but they cannot stop touching each other. Can't part for even a moment. At some point Seonghwa does get Hongjoong to eat and drink but it's far from the only time the knight takes his prince to heaven and vice versa.

*****

The sun is setting by the time Wooyoung is brave enough to enter the princes chambers and knock on the door. Hongjoong is in the middle of sucking another hickey into Seonghwas neck when it startles the man beneath him. Hongjoong simply ignores the sound, too focused on the beautiful colours now blooming over his lovers body. A trace of his touch, proof of their shared pleasure and love. A visual reminder that they are in fact reunited, never to part again.

The knock sounds again, this time Seonghwa pulls his hand through Hongjoongs hair to get his attention. "My dear, I think we are needed." he speaks softly. Hongjoong groans and lets his face fall into the crook of Seonghwas neck, not ready to move on from this moment.

The knock sounds a third time, this one more aggressive than the other two before and Wooyoung's voice follows "Dam it Seonghwa if you aren't decent when I open this door you will be hearing about it for the rest of your life." The door swings open to the two of them huddled together under the sheets. Wooyoung squints from behind his fingers while Yunho is standing next to him grinning ear to ear.

"Oh thank the gods you're covered." Wooyoung sighs dramatically. "To bad actually." Yunho comments through his smile. Hongjoong pulls a pillow from the pile and throws it in their general direction, clearly hitting Wooyoung instead of his intended target. It flies back to hit the back of his head. "Don't attack me, I'm not the one summoning the newly reunited couple. Your lucky we managed to stop your mothers from walking in here themselves." Wooyoung lectures.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa both momentarily freeze and lift their heads for their eyes to meet. A mild fear visible in both of their expressions.

"Maybe we should.."

"I think it's time we…"

Both of them speak at the same time, making the other crack a smile and relax again. Hongjoong cups Seonghwas cheek tenderly and places a soft peck on his lips. "I guess we will get back to this later then." Seonghwa giggles delightedly "Yes, we shall."

Wooyoung makes gagging sounds behind them while complaining "You two are insufferable." Yunho just chuckles. Then the servant puts on his professional face and starts listing off the things they still needed to get done before the banquet, including a bathing schedule because he will not be letting them bathe together for obvious reasons. Hongjoong groans at the sound of the endless chores but let's Yunho reluctantly drag him from the princes bed chambers to have another bath and get dressed.

Once dressed and combed his mother can't be held at bay any longer and she breaks past Mingi's terrible guard. "I didn't realize you would go missing for the entirety of the day you know." she raises a quizzical brow at him, her eyes searching his face and then his neck. Suddenly Hongjoong is glad Seonghwa didn't leave many marks on him and is suddenly worried Seonghwa would have trouble covering the ones he did. "This must be quite the young man if you're so… infatuated by him." she continues, her voice carrying both amusement and curiosity. "Mom, don't tease me. Seonghwa and I have just been away from each other for a while and we had allot to catch up on." he tries to temper her but she merely breaks out in a grin "Allot to catch up on, I'm sure."

Hongjoongs cheeks go red but his mother softly takes them into her palms. "My dear there is no shame in it. None at all. I am simply teasing. It is truly wonderful to see you so happy, and so in love. I can't wait to meet this prince of yours." Hongjoongs smile softens "You will love him mom."

They leave shortly after. His mother faffs around her appearance and it takes all of the men present to convince her she looks perfectly lovely and the king and queen will surely not look down upon her. As they walk to the banquet Hongjoong feels his nerves jumble just a little. This is his chance to impress the royal court. His chance at making his and Seonghwas story a happy, easy one. He finds himself praying to the lady in the lake to bless their union.

"Love him."

The whisper he had heard that day suddenly enters his mind once again and for some reason it settles Hongjoongs nerves.

When the double doors come into view Wooyoung and Yeosang are already waiting there. The servant has his cleanest clothes on and Yeosang is wearing a fully fledged mages robe. Hongjoong sees Sans and Jonghos smiles light up at the sight and is reminded that he isn't the only one being blessed with a happy love today. His friends too have found love and happiness, as well as purpose and cause. In a way, this is their happy ending too.

When they enter the room the soldiers applaud and cheer, loud and inviting. They all shake hands and clap each others back. Lovers and mothers are introduced, sisters guarded and brothers shoved into the crowd. Everyone and their families are gathered together, filling the space with a warmth no fire could hold. After many greetings and laughter Hongjoong finds his courage to confront the royals seated raised upon a platform.

Hongjoong slowly makes his way to the front of the large hall, towards the king and queen, seated on their throne. Beside them sits Seonghwa and his two sister. All three of them are beautiful, but Seonghwa carries a regal gaze that the other two don't. Hongjoong watches him search the crowd until he finds him. His eyes sparkle and a smile breaks over his gorgeous face. Hongjoong can't help but smile back.

"He really is very handsome." his mother hushes into his ear. Hongjoong looks over at her "Even more so in person mom." is all he has to say. As they approach the thrones Seonghwa rises from his seat to step into the centre of the raised platform. Wooyoung hands him a glass and a knife with which he catches everyone attention.

Once the room falls relatively quiet Seonghwa begins to speak. "Welcome home, brave soldiers. We are honoured to have you as our guests this evening." hushes float through he crowd and Seonghwa smiles at them warmly. "It was a hard winter for all of us, for different reasons. You where the bravest of us all. You secured another summer of peace and freedom withing Camelot. For that, I am eternally grateful to you."

"You have all earned your place in our forces. Among you stands the present and the future of Camelot. And so, I award each and every one of you with a place withing our ranks." Excitement sparks amongst them soldiers, many who had joined in hopes for employment to feed families. Their eyes glitter and their lovers and mothers wear proud smiles.

"Among you are also a few outstanding men. Men who have taken charge, who have made it possible for you all to return. And to these men I would like to award special positions." The soldiers nod to each other, acknowledging the princes words to be true. "To the soldiers with exemplary displays of bravery and leadership I award the title of knighthood." he then continues, making the room shift into an excited bubble. "The title of knighthood can only be bestowed if all of the royal court is in agreement, thus it is rarely received. But among you stand three men whom all of you have praised, all of you have agreed deserve this title, and all of the court has heard of. Which is why it is my honour to bestow knighthood upon Song Mingi, Jeong Yunho and Kim Hongjoong."

The room erupts in cheers. Hongjoong feels his back clapped dozens of times, congratulations spoken over his shoulder. Yunho and Mingi squeeze him in an embrace while his mother excitedly clings to his arm. Hongjoong is floating for a moment, not sure if this moment is truly real or if he is dreaming. He's done it. He has bridged the only gap keeping him from Seonghwa. He laughs and embraces and let's the cheers carry him away until his eyes land on Seonghwa. The prince is holding back his tears, eyes glistening and smile bright. He is watching Hongjoong, as if they where in this room alone.

Hongjoong feels so drawn to him he can't help stepping away from all his friends and towards the love of his life. No one tries to stop him, not even the royals. So he climbs the steps one after another until he is standing on the last step before rising to Seonghwa. He stays there, not yet brave enough to take that last step. His tips his head back to look up at him. Then he clears his throat. "My prince, would you do me the honour of letting me introduce my mother to you and your parents." his voice trembles a little but Hongjoong doesn't care. He lets the emotions overwhelm him and enjoys the sensations. "But of course." Seonghwa replies, clearly equally as breathless.

Hongjoong turns to back to his mother waiting at the bottom of the steps and reaches out a hand to her. She takes it tentatively and joins Hongjoong where he stands. "Your Highness-" his mother begins to curtsey but Seonghwa stops her gently "Please, none of that. I am the one who should be greeting you, my lady. It my honour to meet you." Hongjoongs mother startles at the words and her cheeks flush but she still smiles. "I am pleased to meet you too, your Highness. I have heard much about you." Seonghwa smiles warmly but his hands fidget. Hongjoong takes one of his hands in comfort.

"Please, let me introduce you to my parents." Seonghwa motions to the king and queen already rising from their seats to step over to them. Hongjoong bows deeply and his mother falls into a curtsey. "Your Majesty" Hongjoong greets a little stiffly his mother is too nervous to speak.

"Rise, please rise." the kings voice sound a little similar to Seonghwas in that moment. Hongjoong rises to meet his eyes, they are much like Seonghwas only older and wiser. There is a warmth there, as soft glow. "I understand we may soon be family." he then speaks, amusement clear in his voice. Seonghwas cheeks turn bright red but before he can protest the queen has swatted the kings arm "That is no way to greet our future in laws, you're going to scare them away!" the king raises his hands in surrender.

"I apologize for my husband, he has ill timed humour." she then turns her attention to Hongjoong and his mother, her eyes soften. "We are anxious to meet you. Your son has made ours so happy, I was sure you must be a most loving mother too." she addresses Hongjoongs mother. For a moment she struggles to find her bearings but once collected she speaks calmly and sweetly. "I feel the same way. Hongjoong has spoken so much about your son and his time here, I am honoured by all the hospitality."

To Hongjoongs great surprise and relief their parents get along very well and they are invited to eat with them at their table for the feast. Though it is clear that his mothers life has been completely different from the two royal parents, they find common ground to build from. As expected she falls in love with Seonghwa like a second son and by the end of the evening Seonghwa is laughing with all his might at his mothers open humour. Even after most of the guests leave and the king and queen retire for the night, Hongjoong finds himself surrounded by his family for life. His friends, old and new, his dear mother resting in his lap and his heart, his prince right by his side.

Once the moon has passed her peak they decide to part ways. His mother lets herself be lead to her chambers by Wooyoung and Yeosang, letting Hongjoong take Seonghwa back to their now shared chambers. Once inside they can't stop smiling and laughing, euphoric over the turn of events during the feast. "Our parents get along so well, your mother is such a lovely woman Hongjoong I completely understand how you grew up so well." Seonghwa giggles, tracing Hongjoongs sides. Hongjoongs heart warms "I'm so happy everything has turned out so well my love. We deserve this happiness."

Seonghwa pulls him close and kisses him slowly. "My love," he begins "We haven't properly spoken since you returned. As much as I enjoyed our recent activities I do want to hear about your time up north." Hongjoong hums, his body erupting in tingles at the sound of Seonghwa calling him so tenderly. "I wish to hear about your winter too darling. I have brought you something." Hongjoong steps out of Seonghwas embrace and pulls the stack of letters from his armour still lying in the corner. "I wrote to you, every day while I was away. I will tell you all about my time up north as well, but if you want to see my feelings, these are here to remind you."

Seonghwa takes the letters carefully "Oh Hongjoong, you really thought of me every day?" the knight chuckles "My dear, sometimes you were the only thing keeping me from insanity. Knowing you where here, waiting for me, that is what brought me back." Seonghwas eyes water and he looks up from the stack of papers in his hands.

"I read the reports, how bad was it really? I have seen the scars, so please don't lie to me." the prince places the letters on the table and takes Hongjoongs hands into his. Hongjoong shakes his head softly "I will tell you everything you want to know, but not tonight. Tonight it's just you and me celebrating our love." Hongjoong kisses his prince with reverence. He will tell Seonghwa all the terrible parts of the battles he fought, but tonight he only wanted to share the good things. The moments he could look back on fondly.

"Hongjoong, please, I have things to tell you before we get lost in each other again." Seonghwa whispers against his lips. Hongjoong lingers for a moment before pulling back. "Of course my love, please tell me." Seonghwa bites his lip "I don't know if you got my last letter, I sent it in a rush. But I found my memories. They returned one after another, every day I would receive snippets of moments when we where children. I don't know what made this happen, but it felt like a spell broke and my memories where returned to me." Hongjoong smiles at him, squeezing his hands "I did get your message. And I was so happy I almost turned around right there."

Seonghwa giggles brightly "You are being ridiculous!" Hongjoong laughs too "I am not, you don't know what you do to me my dear." With rosy cheeks and love in his eyes Seonghwa pulls him into their shared bedchambers "Well then, maybe we should find out just how much we do to each other." Hongjoongs body flushes and he momentarily stumbles. Then he bites his lips and pulls Seonghwa close "That, my prince, is the best idea you have ever had."

Under the full strawberry moon more than one reunion comes into fruition. Love has bloomed between soldiers and mages, nobles and servants, mothers and fathers. But one love is blooming brighter and steadier than any other, a love so strong it flowed against destinies ties, a love so true the memory of it lived on in their hearts though their minds may have forgotten. And throughout time their story is told again and again, The details of their story change every time, the places and their names shift, but one thing is everlasting.

This is the love story between a prince and his knight in shining armour.

*****

Far away, next to the sacred lake, Merlin is sighing under the same moon. He watches the water ripple and break and the lady approaches. He sighs again, for he knows what she is going to say.

"Don't even bother saying it. I already know." he grumbles through his thick beard. The nymph giggles softly "Then I will surprise you with this old man, once you stop trying to force fate, only then will it find you."

The two of them sit in silence, watching the full moon over the quiet night. Once day, Merlin tells himself, one day a young prince will choose his destiny over his love. One day the once and future king will choose the sword instead of the heart. But until that day Merlin will content himself with these quiet moments under a sky full of stars, knowing two souls have finally found each other.

*****