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Falling.Falling.Falling.He was... falling.Wasn't he?The wind roared past his ears like a thousand rapids, slicing through the air in blade-like strides. His cape flapped wildly, drumming against his face. It was freezing. The cold seeped into his bones until the pain turned into a buzzing numbness, ice filling his lungs. How long had he been falling? It felt like minutes, endless and stagnant, trapping him in the certainty of an impending collision.Then, it was over. With a swift WHOOSH and the sensation of being snatched from the air, he found himself grounded, tangled in fabric within the arms of another rider. His eyes watered, his cape still blocking his sight. As the shock subsided, he raised a hand to move the cloak and blinked at whoever had saved him from sudden death. No one else was as high up as him in the field; it couldn't be anyone from his team. There was no time for his father to send a guard. So... who was it? How had they managed to fly up so quickly?"Are you alright?" The stranger yelled over the beating of the dragon's golden wings, his features a tan and sharp blur in Kyungsoo's eyes. Kyungsoo blinked, trying to find clarity over his scattered thoughts.The man hoisted him up with one arm, leveling Kyungsoo off the dragon's side and onto its spine. Kyungsoo remained silent, clinging to the man's back as they descended to the field ground with the other riders. They stood around, watching him with wide eyes and open mouths, yelling at each other or at the bystanding guards. He saw Baekhyun in the crowd, rushing forward to help him down from the dragon's writhing back. He let his friend support him, his legs weaker than they had been moments ago in the saddle.What had happened? How was he dangling in the air like that? He had been flying with the others when his dragon, Diamond, suddenly vanished from beneath him. Was she alright? Where was she now?"Diamond," he uttered in Baekhyun's grasp. Her name escaped his lips before he could thank the mysterious rider who had saved him. Gratitude seemed insignificant compared to the life that had been saved—his life, the prince's life. Yet all he could think was, "Where is she?""She fell, Kyungsoo." Baekhyun's panic broke through the usual honorifics, his eyes scanning Kyungsoo's face and body for injuries. His armor was intact, the only evidence of the fall being his messy hair and twisted cape. Baekhyun held him tightly. "Kyungsoo, she was shot out of the sky. We thought... we thought..."The golden dragon still stood behind him, its hot breath warming his ice-cold body as more people ran to his side. But the warmth and noise couldn't dispel the shock when Baekhyun finally choked out, "We thought you got hit alongside her. You must go to the castle at once. Your father will need to know you're okay.""She's-" Kyungsoo's voice died in his throat. He felt as thought he was falling a second time, dizzying and spinning in his boots. Baekhyun's hold was the only thing keeping him upright, not long before he was hoisted up on the dragon's spine and leaning back into the stranger once more. The shouting was deafened by flapping of wings, and Baekhyun's concerned face getting smaller as they lifted off the ground. Diamond was his childhood dragon. She was trained with him from such a young age, hatched and grown from the local hatchery grounds. He could imagine her silken white scales under him, the way they felt under his palm. The huff she would let out when they would finish riding early for the day. When he would give her his leftovers rack of lamb...And now she was gone. Now laying somehwere over the hillside. It was madness."Your name." Kyungsoo needed a distraction from the ache within him. It was swallowing him whole, and being up in the air again was an unwelcome feeling."What was that, your highness?""I need your name." "Kai, sir." The rider turned back to look at him a moment, and Kyungsoo was thankful the wind blew away his tears. Kai rode with silent ease, his accent subtle from somewhere distant, "I am part of the Aureate Knight Division. Hired by your father.""I haven't heard of that knight division before. Where do you hail from?""Down South, from the Haesbit Kingdom. If you're familiar."Kyungsoo thought for a moment, his head clearing enough to remember his limited knowledge of the Haesbit Kingdom. It was a warm, tropical climate. The dragon's usually had scales like the sunlight or the ocean's reflection, and they were some of the fasted fliers in the land. He remembered those dragons being smuggled by some villages up North. He knew this dragon, the one he was riding on now, was worth a lot of money to the Northerners. It glimmered under the heat unlike anything he had ever seen.He furrowed his brows, "Why did my dad call for knights? He didn't inform me of this."Kai seemed to falter, like he was choosing his next words carefully, "We travel to give protection. The Aureate Division is a specific group of knights that have direct orders from the royal heads. We were sent here to protect you and your parents. The others are already at the castle as we speak.""For protection." Kyungsoo repeated flatly, "Can you be honest with me, Kai?""Of course, sir.""The reason Diamond died...was it because there was an assassination attempt on me? One that my father predicted?"Kai nodded after a moment of prolonged silence, "A failed one. We had just arrived to watch your flying match when there was an iron rod that flew from one of the stands, landing perfectly in your dragon's chest, sir. She had a quick end, but it would have been your demise as well if you...weren't lucky.""No need to be humble. You saved me." Kyungsoo's eyes welled up again at the torment of it. The image of Diamond falling like an angel from the sky, a bundle of red and white, him trailing behind. He almost wished his last moments were with her, caressed by the Northern chill and sense of freedom they shared together in life."I was doing my job. It was an honor to do so."Kyungsoo knew that Kai was only trying to stay polite and appropriate in a painful, threatening situation. But all Kyungsoo wanted to do was be alone and off this dragon. He rested his forehead against the rider's back, "Once we reach the castle, I will let my father know of your bravery." He only half-meant it.Kai's words were swallowed by the symphony of air, "Thank you, sir."
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Diamond was the closest thing to freedom Kyungsoo had growing up. She was the perfect Moon-Strider, shimmering and powerful in the night time rays. She was a star across the sky and a vessel of strength under him, diving through forest trees and sailing across the Northern ocean. Frost would accumulate over his lashes and over the leather of his helmet, matching her white scales in the kinship of ice and harsh winter air. He would laugh, his breath visible and hot, and she would huff into the clouds, wings cutting through the sound of stinging wind.She was his escape, his humbling human experience, stolen and cast in the mounds over the castle hills.Her funeral had been brief, almost perfunctory. The soldiers took two days to extract her body from the tree where she'd fallen, her wings tangled among the branches. Despite the damage from her fall, the cause of death was clear: a thick, iron arrow lodged in her lower rib. Kyungsoo ensured the arrow was extracted intact, determined to study it in the armory and trace its origin. It was a long shot, but tracking down a dragon-killing harpoon was a task he couldn't shy away from. The deliberation behind such a weapon spoke of more than just a random attack; it was calculated, purposeful. Though he felt he was a coward, looking at her lifeless bloody body was too much, and after four hours he let the men work without him.She was still so beautiful, like red lilies on the moon.In the days that followed, Kyungsoo found himself surrounded by a cold, insensitive community of nobles and traders. They were the wealthy elite his father loved to host, always eager to boast about their racing achievements and the prized dragons they bred. Kyungsoo was a trophy in his father's eyes, a skilled dragon rider paraded before them as proof of his legacy. Now, as these parasites continued to infest his home with their trivial inquiries and superficial condolences, he felt only resentment. How in character it was for his father to put together social events after an assasination attempt, as if it never happened. As if the arrow was not merely a foot away from Kyungsoo's own body.One late evening, at the communal dining table, Kyungsoo's patience wore thin at the chatter. Baekhyun's father, having indulged in one too many goblets of berry wine, turned to him with a smug glance, voice dripping in ignorance, "Have you thought of making Diamond's hide into some new armor? Seems a waste to have it just rotting in the ground like that.""Father," Baekhyun interrupted, his tone a mix of shock and nervous laughter, his eyes darting to gauge Kyungsoo's reaction. Baekhyun was one of the good noblemen... one that still had a stable head on his shoulders. One that wasn't filled with gold and empty praise. Kyungsoo felt a tightness in his chest, struggling to keep his composure as he took a sip of his wine. "It would take the men days to skin her effectively. Waste of their time and mine.""But... Diamond was a Moon Strider. Her scales are the rarest white, Your Highness. You would wear it with honor, to show the world you're the prince who survived an attack!"Baekhyun tried to steer the conversation away, "Father, I'm sure that-"Kyungsoo set down his chalice with a deliberate clink, his eyebrows furrowed harshly in the candlelight. "I'll tell you what," he said, his voice steady but cold. "You go miles behind the castle, dig up her body, and skin her yourself. I give you full permission." The room fell silent, the nobleman's eyes widening in horror as Kyungsoo continued, the words spilling out like bile, "I give you full royal permission to desecrate my childhood dragon's body and use her pelt as a hat or whatever you desire. Would that help you sleep at night? If she was useful in death as she was in life?"For a moment, there was silence, a rare peace amidst the chaos of his emotions. Then Kyungsoo's father spoke from the head of the table, his tone weary and admonishing, "That's enough, Prince Do."Kyungsoo seethed inwardly at his father's intervention. Now he speaks, he thought bitterly. Now he decides to impart his wisdom."My apologies, sir. I was out of line." Baekhyun's father mumbled, sinking into his seat, looking for all the world like a shadow of the man he was moments before."It is... a sensitive subject for my son," the King continued, as if reading from a script. "You must understand. Diamond was a part of the family, as I'm sure you remember. Her egg was chosen around the same time Baekhyun found his own."His words did nothing to soothe the bitterness that had settled in Kyungsoo's heart. Diamond's death wasn't just a loss; it was a rupture in the delicate balance of his world. She had been his constant, his companion, and now she was gone, reduced to a topic of idle conversation among the nobles. She was opportunity in their pocket, now lost."I know of some traders that came into town from the West." Another noble spoke up from the end of the table, he was one of his father's friends, older and nameless to Kyungsoo, "They will have some high quality eggs. You should consider getting yourself another racing dragon like her, it might help to put your time in building another one.""Replace her? How could I-""It is not a replacement. Its a new project. One you can focus on while you stay in the castle and I work on building up our forces." The King said."I thought I wasn't allowed out of the castle.""The Aureate Division goes with you off of the castle grounds into town. No further. You do your business and come back before dark. If you don't, I will send out a fleet to find you.""Fine." He spit the last word out like poison, "Father."The next few days dragged on, and Kyungsoo retreated more and more into solitude. He wandered the castle grounds aimlessly or hid away in the library, seeking comfort in the pages of books that now felt hollow. He was never much of a reader, but what else was he to do? Baekhyun joined him when he could, but his visits were sporadic, limited by his own parents' fears of the lingering threat of attack. Meanwhile, Kai and the Aureate Division seemed omnipresent, their watchful eyes following Kyungsoo everywhere. It was maddening. The traders from the west couldn't get there any slower, it seemed.Kai's presence was the most intrusive. Whether in the garden, the kitchens, or simply wandering the hallways, he was always there, a silent sentinel. His watchful gaze felt like a weight on Kyungsoo's shoulders, a constant reminder of his confinement. He resented Kai and his division, their polished armor and stoic faces a stark contrast to his unraveling state. They were outsiders, and their presence in his home felt like an invasion.Kyungsoo's thoughts often wandered to Diamond, her memory a bittersweet comfort. He visited her resting place whenever he could, though never alone. Kai was always there, standing at a respectful distance, his presence a silent observer to Kyungsoo's grief. It made Kyungsoo feel exposed, as if his mourning was something to be watched and cataloged. The embarrassment was suffocating, another layer of isolation added to the already thick walls around him. He knew it was just his father's orders and not the Division's fault, but he almost wanted to damn them all to hell while he was at it.Night brought little relief. Kyungsoo woke up drenched in sweat, the echoes of nightmares clinging to him like a shroud. The image of Diamond falling, the sound of her wings tearing through the air, haunted him. In the quiet darkness of his chamber, he felt more alone than ever, trapped in his linen and the ghost sensation of falling to his death. He peeled off the blankets and lit the candle at his bedside, his breath coming out in gasps.It was time for a walk, he decided. It was time for anything but what was behind his eyelids.He donned a simple gown, thin and inadequate against the chill, but he didn't care. The castle was quiet, save for the gentle tapping of rain against the windows and the occasional crackle from the dwindling wick of his candle. It never unnerved him like this, this fear was...new.As he made his way to the garden gate, he welcomed the cold that seeped through his thin clothing, a sharp contrast to the stifling warmth of his room fireplace. The garden was dark, the pathways barely visible under the overcast sky. The air was crisp, biting at his skin, and he breathed it in deeply, savoring the sensation. It felt good, almost freeing—a brief taste of what he was grieving.As Kyungsoo stood there, lost in sobering briskness, a gust of wind extinguished his candle. He sighed, the darkness now complete, save for the faint glow of the moon obscured by clouds. It was pure silver, beaming down at him through the grey. He turned to head back inside and jumped, startled to find Kai standing there by the iron rods, not in his usual uniform but in a warm fleece tunic and trousers."Kai," Kyungsoo said, his voice sharper than he intended. "What are you doing here?"Kai's expression was unreadable in the dim light, but his posture was relaxed, almost casual. "I could ask you the same, Your Highness," he replied, his tone calm. "It's late."Kyungsoo narrowed his eyes, trying to read the man before him. "I needed some air," he said, wrapping his arms around himself for warmth. "And you? You're not in uniform."Kai shrugged slightly, the movement causing his loose tunic to rustle softly. "I also needed some air. It's... stifling inside sometimes, despite the size of the castle."Kyungsoo frowned, unsure of what to make of Kai's presence and off-duty demeanor, "Do you always follow me around, even when you're supposed to be sleeping?"Kai hummed, then nodded. "It's part of my job, Your Highness. Your safety is my priority, no matter the time."Kyungsoo felt a flicker of annoyance. "Even in the dead of night, when I'm just trying to find some peace? Do you think I can't take care of myself?""It's not about your ability," Kai replied gently, gaze steady and unwavering from years of training, "It's about the dangers that lurk, ones you might not see. My being here is a precaution, nothing more."Kyungsoo's frustration bubbled up, and he couldn't hold back. "Is that what you tell yourself? That you're just doing your job? Because it feels like you're invading every aspect of my life. I can't even mourn in peace without you or your division watching my every move."Kai's expression softened, a flicker of something—sympathy, perhaps—crossing his features. "I understand how you feel, truly. But my presence is meant to protect, not intrude. The threats are real, and I have to be aware of them."Kyungsoo shook his head, turning away slightly. "I just want some semblance of normalcy. You don't understand. You're dismissed."There was a pause, the air between them heavy with unspoken tension. Kai took a step closer, his voice quiet but firm,"I can't bring back what you've lost, Your Highness. But I can assure you, I'm here to make sure you don't lose anything more. That's my duty, and it's one I take seriously. I'm here to make sure you never grieve again."Kyungsoo looked at him, searching Kai's face for any sign of deception or insincerity. But all he saw was a young man, not much older than himself, burdened with responsibilities he hadn't asked for. It was a sobering realization, and Kyungsoo felt his anger dissipate, replaced by a weary resignation. He knew he wasn't being himself, and the last thing he wanted was to be known as the Prince who abused the people working to protect him.He did save Kyungsoo's life, after all."Fine," he said, the fight gone from his voice, "Just... give me some space. I need to breathe before my father drives me crazy."Kai nodded, his lips full and almost quirking into a smile, "Of course, Your Highness. I'll be here if you need anything."With that, Kyungsoo turned and headed back inside, the cold night air no longer invigorating but instead a suffocating embrace.The next morning Kyungsoo woke to the soft glow of dawn filtering through his curtains. The night had been restless, filled with fragmented dreams and unanswered questions. As he dressed, he found his mind drifting back to the garden encounter with Kai. The young knight's words had struck a chord, leaving Kyungsoo both seeking the boy's company, whilst actively avoiding it.He donned a simple outfit, preferring the comfort of worn trousers and a tunic, and headed to the dining hall for a brief breakfast. Eating would be a good thing to stop ignoring.As he picked at his food, Baekhyun approached, his expression animated, "Kyungsoo, the West traders have finally arrived at the docks," he announced, a hint of excitement in his voice. "They've brought in goods from the far reaches—silks, spices, even some Dragons we haven't seen before. We should go and see what they've got before everyone else snatches up the good stuff."Kyungsoo nodded, feeling a spark of interest. The West traders were known for their exotic finds, and this was something he had be waiting for in a way--an excuse to leave the castle. The prospect of a change of scenery, even briefly, was appealing. "Sounds like a good idea," he agreed, a small smile tugging at his lips, "It'll be nice to get out and see something different."Baekhyun's smile widened, but it quickly faltered,"There's just one thing...the King has ordered that someone from the Aureate Division must accompany us. You know, for protection."He sighed, pushing his plate away. "Of course," he muttered, frustration creeping into his tone. "I suppose we can't even visit the traders without an entourage these days. Did he say who?"Baekhyun shrugged, offering a sympathetic smile. "It's the king's orders. He said we can choose who comes with. Maybe pick one who will let us off the leash a bit?""Fine," he said, standing up. "Let's just go before the docks get too crowded."As they made their way to the courtyard, Sure enough, Kai and a few other members of the Aureate Division were already there, ready to escort them. Kai's gaze met Kyungsoo's, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. Kyungsoo felt self conscious; it was clear that this was going to be his new normal."I pick Kai to accompany us to the docks. The rest of you may rest or patrol."The knight perked up and nodded, a hint of surprise in his dark eyes that Kyungsoo tried to ignore. He wasn't sure why he had done it either.As they approached the West traders' ship, the atmosphere shifted. The ship's deck was bustling with activity, sailors and merchants alike unloading crates and exchanging goods. The air was thick with the smell of saltwater and the tang of exotic spices. Kyungsoo felt a ripple of anticipation as they approached the gangplank. The sight of his Moon emblem and royal robes garnered immediate attention, and whispers spread through the crowd. The traders quickly cleared a path, their eyes darting between Kyungsoo and the armored figure of the Aureate warrior, who stood a step behind him, his golden armor glinting in contrast.Upon seeing Kyungsoo, the ship's captain, a grizzled man with a scar across his cheek, stepped forward and bowed. "Your Highness, an honor," he greeted, his voice rough but respectful, "We've got a fine selection of dragon eggs below deck. Please, follow me."As they descended into the dimly lit hold of the ship, Kyungsoo felt a familiar unease settle in his stomach. The air was cooler here, filled with the faint scent of damp wood and hay. The captain led them to a section where rows of dragon eggs were carefully cradled in steel fittings, cushioned by layers of hay. The eggs glowed faintly in the low light, each one a different hue. Some were stark white, almost luminescent, others a soft blue, and a few had intricate brown spotting.Baekhyun immediately struck up a conversation with the captain, discussing the various breeds. His voice, filled with excitement, echoed in the enclosed space. "This one's from the Azure Isles, isn't it? And those, they're from the Ppalgang Sea, right?" he asked, gesturing to a cluster of eggs with a deep, sea-green hue.Kyungsoo, however, found his attention drifting. He wandered to the far end of the hold, away from the animated discussion, Kai following silently. The eggs, beautiful and varied, felt like a hollow offering. He recognized some of the eggs by their shapes and colors—Earth dragons, known for their sturdy builds and deep connection to the land, usually used for livestalk or brute work; sea dragons, with their sleek forms and oceanic scales, used for sea travel and ocean racing; and a few unknown tropical dragons, their eggs marked by vibrant patterns and blinding detail.But beneath the surface of the exotic display, Kyungsoo sensed something off. There was a darkness to the whole operation that left a bad taste in his mouth. The eggs seemed...smuggled. They were young, obviously taken from the mother the second they emerged from her body. It wasn't the first time he had encountered such dealings. His father, the king, often skirted the edges of legality in his pursuits, especially when it came to acquiring rare and valuable dragons for his own personal gains. The sight of these eggs, possibly taken from their nests and sold in secret, only deepened Kyungsoo's growing disillusionment with the world he was too deep already. A year ago he would have never thought anything of it, but it was different now. Something changed in him. Shattered.He paused in front of a particularly large egg, its shell a delicate white with a faint silver sheen. The captain stopped his boasting to wave in Kyungsoo's direction, "That one ain't for sale. Got 'er here actually, from one the Northern breeders. One of them Moon-Striders." He had an eerie grin on his face, a type of grin the Prince was tired of seeing, "She's gonna be my best investment yet."The realization struck him with a cold clarity: his own life had become not much different, controlled and maneuvered for the benefit of others. Suddenly, the display disgusted him.Kai's presence at his side brought him back to the moment. Kyungsoo turned to the knight, whose expression was unreadable under the overhead lanterns, "What do you think of this?" Kyungsoo asked, his voice low, tinged with poorly hidden judgement, "These eggs... do you think they were legally obtained?"Kai hesitated before responding, choosing his words carefully in his accent, "It's not my place to question the source, Your Highness," he said evenly, "But I understand your concerns. The world of dragon trading is... complicated."Kyungsoo sighed, feeling the weight of the woodwork pressing down on him. "Complicated is one word for it," he muttered, turning back to the eggs. The sense of injustice gnawed at him, a reminder of the things he could not change, at least not yet. The eggs, though beautiful, felt like nothing more than the jewels adorning his crown.Baekhyun looked up as they breached the open air, his eyes bright with curiosity. "See anything that catches your eye, Kyungsoo?" he asked, though his tone was more subdued than before. He must have noticed the weight shift in the Prince's shoulders.Kyungsoo shook his head. "Not really," he replied, forcing a princely smile, "They're all beautiful, but... I need to think about it."The captain nodded behind him, seemingly understanding despite the obvious disapointment in his tone. "Take your time, Your Highness," he said. "These eggs are rare, but they'll be here if you decide to come back. I'm here at the dock a few more days.""We can always come back tomorrow." Baekhyun chirped with an arm slung around his shoulders, "Or we can make a more honorable deal somewhere else." He said more quietly.The Prince laughed, then, for the first time in what felt like all of wintertime.As they reached the castle gates, the looming stone walls felt even more imposing than usual. Kyungsoo turned to Kai, noticing the dark circles under the knight's eyes, evidence of sleepless nights. The golden armor seemed to weight him down, and Kyungsoo felt a pang of something—pity, perhaps? Or was it something deeper, a sense of connection to someone who was also trapped in a role? Whatever it was, he decided to acknowledge it."Kai," Kyungsoo began, his voice softer than it had been. "You should get some rest. I'm beginning to worry you never sleep after all."Kai's eyes flickered with a hint of something unknown before he masked it with a polite nod, "I assure you, Your Highness, I rest as needed. But thank you for your concern."Kyungsoo hesitated, feeling the weight of the conversation lift, "You don't have to stand guard all the time," He added, trying to keep his tone light, "The castle is... secure enough. And besides, it's not good for your health."Kai smiled, a brief, genuine expression that softened his usually stern features. "I'll take your advice, Your Highness," he said, inclining his head slightly. His dark hair was longer than a normal knights and it framed his cheeks, "Though, it was your specific orders to have me accompany you to the docks."Baekhyun, who had been lingering nearby, watching the exchange, stepped forward. Kyungsoo could sense his friend's silent observation, the keen awareness of the dynamics at play. It was a relief when Baekhyun chose not to comment, instead offering a simple, "Kai, I'll take it from here. You should really get some sleep."Kai bowed slightly before excusing himself, his footsteps echoing down the corridor. As he disappeared around a corner, Baekhyun turned to Kyungsoo, a faint smile on his lips. "He seems nice...and brave." he said, his voice deliberately casual, "Brave enough to make a jab at you."Kyungsoo nodded, grateful for Baekhyun's discretion, "All in light jest.""I'm sure." There was a brief, comfortable silence between them, the kind that was rare for the Prince. Baekhyun then cleared his throat, his expression turning more serious, "Kyungsoo, about earlier in the week... I just wanted to say I'm sorry for my father's comments. He can be thoughtless sometimes."Kyungsoo waved off the apology with a tired gesture, walking up the steps to the main hallway, "It's alright, Baekhyun. It's not your fault."Baekhyun hesitated, then asked, "Would you like to join us again for dinner tonight? It might be good to take your mind off things, you know?"The invitation was genuine, and Kyungsoo appreciated it, but the weight of the day had settled on him, making the idea of a lively dinner unbearable. He knew there was only a limit to the noble's grace anyway, "I think I'll just have dinner in my room," he said, his voice tinged with fatigue, "I'm really tired."Baekhyun nodded, understanding. "Of course. I'll be in the dining hall, then."They hugged briefly, a gesture that felt both familiar and comforting. As they parted, Kyungsoo felt a sudden pang of realization—Baekhyun was one of the few true friends he had. The castle was full of people, but how many of them truly knew him? How many saw him as more than just the prince?That night, Kyungsoo retired to his chambers, as he lay in bed, the day's events played over in his mind, a jumble of conflicting emotions and unanswered questions.He fell asleep with a troubled heart, only to be plunged into a nightmare. In his dream, he saw Baekhyun standing in a field, looking up at the sky. A shadow loomed overhead, and suddenly, an iron rod, like the one that had killed Diamond, struck Baekhyun down. The image was so vivid, so horrifyingly real, that Kyungsoo woke with a start, his heart pounding in his chest.Gasping for breath, he sat up in bed, the remnants of the nightmare clinging to his consciousness. The fear and helplessness were palpable, and he realized with a sinking heart that the nightmare was not just about Baekhyun...Kyungsoo lay back down, staring up at the ceiling, unable to shake the haunting vision. The vision of the iron rod haunted him, a symbol of the unseen dangers that now seemed to stalk his every step.Without thinking, he flung the covers aside and got out of bed, not bothering to light a candle this time. The darkness seemed to press in on him, but he welcomed it, needing the cold, the emptiness, to clear his head. He pulled on a cloak but didn't bother with slippers, feeling the chill of the stone floor against his bare feet as he left his room. The halls of the castle were silent, the kind of silence that only comes deep in the night. As he wandered, the moon was absent from the sky, leaving the world outside his window pitch black. The absence of its light felt ominous, as if even the heavens had turned their back on him.His mind was a storm of anger and sadness and everything in between, but one thing stood out clearly: he needed to confront his father. The events of the past days, the nightmares, the constant presence of the Aureate Division—it was all too much. His father's avoidance of the truth, his indifference to Diamond's death, was unacceptable. Kyungsoo couldn't bear it any longer. The King would pay his dues.As he made his way to the opposite wing of the castle where his father's chambers were, the cold bit into him. He welcomed the sensation, using it to ground himself, to focus on the task ahead. The night was so still that the slightest sound seemed amplified, the soft creak of the floorboards, the distant drip of water, his own ragged breathing.A night-duty guard approached, holding a torch that flickered and cast long shadows. "Your Highness... what are you doing out here at this hour?" The guard's voice was filled with concern, but Kyungsoo barely registered it."I need to speak with my father," Kyungsoo said, his voice firm, dismissing the guard with a wave of his hand. The guard hesitated for a moment, then nodded, stepping aside with a respectful bow.Kyungsoo pushed open the door to his father's chambers, the heavy wood creaking as it swung open. He expected to find the king asleep, perhaps startled awake by the intrusion. But instead, he found his father seated at his grand desk, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of a single candle. Papers and scrolls were scattered across the desk, and the king was deeply engrossed in them, his face lined with concentration.The king looked up, surprised to see Kyungsoo standing there. His eyes widened slightly, but he quickly composed himself, setting down the quill he had been using. "Son," he said, his voice calm and measured. "What brings you here at this hour?"Kyungsoo stood in the doorway, the cold seeping into his bones, but he didn't care. The sight of his father, seemingly untroubled, working late into the night, only fueled his anger. He stepped further into the room, the door closing softly behind him. The king watched him, his expression unreadable, as if waiting for Kyungsoo to explode into a ball of fire.His voice, when he spoke, was deceptively calm, but each word was laced with a sharp edge. "Father," he began, keeping his tone steady, "we need to talk about the assassination attempt."The king's expression remained unreadable, his eyes never leaving Kyungsoo's face. "What about it?" he asked, his voice even, betraying no emotion.Kyungsoo clenched his fists at his sides, feeling the cool metal of his signet ring press into his palm. "I could have died," he said, each word pronounced with a deliberate precision. "Diamond was shot out of the sky. My dragon, my closest friend, is dead. And all you do is hire foreign knights to guard the castle, as if that will solve everything. The nobles are afraid to even be associated with me because of what happened. They fear for their lives just by being near me."The king listened, his face a mask of calm. He leaned back in his chair, folding his hands in front of him. "I understand your concerns, Kyungsoo," he said slowly, as if considering each word carefully. "But there are things at play here that you may not fully comprehend."Kyungsoo felt a bitter laugh rise in his throat but swallowed it down with a tight smile, "Things I may not comprehend? Like what, Father? Like the fact that you've been involved in the underbelly of foreign trade? That you've been gambling on dragon races, risking our family's reputation and safety for what? For money? For power?"For a moment, the room was silent, the only sound the faint rustling of the papers on the desk as the king shifted slightly. "Yes," the king admitted finally, his voice steady. Kyungsoo wanted to throw his writing right into the fireplace, "I have been involved in certain... dealings. It is a necessary evil in the world of high-stakes dragon culture. It's where the best breeders and the rarest dragons can be found. And yes, I've made some gambles. But it was all for the good of our kingdom. To secure our position, to ensure we have the finest dragons and the resources we need. We are known across the world as the best at what we do, you are the the Dragon Moon Prince. I made that happen for us."Kyungsoo stared at his father, searching for any sign of remorse, any hint of shame. But the king's expression was as calm and composed as ever, as if he were discussing the weather rather than the chaos he had been partaking in. What was this madness? How was it here the whole time?"So, it's true then," Kyungsoo said, his voice barely more than a whisper, "You gambled with our lives, with my life, and with the lives of those around me. To live through my success?"The king nodded, not breaking eye contact. "Yes, Kyungsoo. For the good of our kingdom, and for our family's legacy. These are dangerous times, and sometimes, one must take risks to secure a future. The assassination attempt was a regrettable consequence of those risks, but it was not without purpose. When you become important, there are people who seek to take that from you."Kyungsoo felt a cold numbness spread through him, a part of him had always known about his father's dealings, had seen the signs, but hearing it confirmed so bluntly, without any trace of regret, was a different kind of wound. The king's lack of shame, his calm acceptance of the situation, was like a slap in the face."And what about Diamond?" Kyungsoo asked, his voice cracking slightly, "She's dead."For the first time, the king's expression softened, but it was a fleeting moment, gone as quickly as it came, "I understand your pain, Kyungsoo. Truly, I do. But sacrifices must be made. Diamond's death is a tragedy, but it is also a reminder of the stakes we are dealing with. We must be vigilant, we must be strong, like she was."Kyungsoo shook his head, disbelief and anger mingling in his chest. "Sacrifices," he repeated, the word tasting bitter on his tongue. "You speak of sacrifices as if they're nothing."The king stood up, placing his hands on the desk, his gaze unwavering, "They are part of the game, Kyungsoo. A game that we must play to survive and to thrive. You will understand this one day, when you take the throne."Kyungsoo felt a wave of cold wash over him, not from the drafty room, but from the realization of how deeply entrenched his father was in this war. He turned away, unable to look at the man who had just confessed to risking everything for power and prestige, without a trace of guilt.He walked to the door, his footsteps echoing in the silent room. "I don't think I ever want to understand," he said quietly, before leaving his father to the cold and the shadows.In the dead of the night, Kyungsoo wrapped himself in a thicker cloak, pulling the hood low over his face to ward off the chill and the prying eyes of any castle guards. The corridors were eerily silent, the occasional flicker of torchlight casting long shadows on the maze-like walls. He slipped through the castle gates and made his way towards the docks, where the trader ship was anchored.As he approached, he noticed the crew still bustling about, hauling in goods and securing the ship for the night. He kept to the shadows, watching for an opening. But before he could slip aboard, a burly crewmember spotted him and called out, "Hey, get lost! This ain't a place for..."Kyungsoo hesitated for a moment, then threw back his hood, revealing his face. The crewmember's eyes widened in recognition and alarm. "Your Highness! I-I didn't realize..." He stammered, stepping aside hastily, "Please, go right ahead."Kyungsoo nodded curtly and boarded the ship, making his way to the lower deck where the dragon eggs were kept. The captain was there, draping cloths over the eggs, ensuring they were protected from the night air. He looked up, clearly surprised to see Kyungsoo, and straightened his posture. The captain was dressed in casual wear, a simple tank and trousers, and a stark contrast to the regal figure standing before him.Kyungsoo wasted no time with a greeting, "I want to buy the Moon Strider." he said, his voice firm and authoritative.The captain stopped and chuckled, a low, rough sound, then hesitated, "Like I said, I'm afraid she's not for sale, Your Highness," he replied, his tone respectful but firm. "That egg is a rare find, one we don't part with easily. I'm happy to give you-""I insist," he said, his eyes narrowing. The captain's smile faltered, replaced by a more cautious expression. He squared his shoulders, clearly preparing to stand his ground."Not even the King could persuade me to sell that egg, It's not just about the gold, Your Highness. It's about value, rarity, the prestige of having such a creature under our care."Kyungsoo reached into his cloak and pulled out a heavy bag, dropping it at the captain's feet. The bag hit the deck with a solid thud, and a few gold coins spilled out, glittering in the dim light. The captain's eyes widened in awe as he looked down at the small fortune scattered before him."And now?" Kyungsoo asked bitterly.The captain hesitated only a moment before bending down to scoop up the coins. His hands shook slightly as he stuffed the gold back into the bag. "Very well," he said, his tone shifting to one of eager compliance. "The egg will be delivered to the stables tonight."Kyungsoo allowed himself a small, satisfied smirk, "Good," he said, turning to leave. The captain's gaze followed him, clearly rattled by the encounter and the unexpected windfall. Kyungsoo stepped off the ship and pulled his cloak tighter around himself, feeling the weight of his decision settle in. The Captain suddenly called after him, "Your Highness, how will we get past the castle guards?"Kyungsoo paused, glancing back at the town with a calm assurance, "That won't be a problem," he replied.He had secured the egg, but at what cost? But there was no turning back now. The Moon Strider would soon be his, a new chapter in his life beginning under the shroud of night. He wondered if the captain would have a bigger mouth about the deal than he anticipated. Oh well, he would face whatever aimed his way...hopefully not another iron rod.Navigating the winding alleys, his hood pulled low over his face, the chattering of the night, broken only by the distant murmurs of the town's nocturnal life, gave him a sense of grim solitude. He arrived at a particularly narrow walkway, where the darkness seemed to close in on him like a veiled archway. Here, he halted and drew a deep breath, "Kai," he called out, his voice slicing through with an edge, "I know you're there."A moment later, Kai emerged from beside a few stacked barrels. Out of uniform, he wore a simple leather vest and trousers, his presence nonetheless formidable. He stepped forward, his face still statue-eque in the dim lighting, "Your Highness," His tone was unruffled by his exposure, "You seem to have a knack for finding me."Kyungsoo's gaze was sharp as he took in Kai's casual attire. "You seem to have a knack for following me," he said, his voice taut with irritation. "I'm growing accustomed to never being alone. This time, I have use of you being here.""What kind of use?""You will keep this discreet, and inform the stable guards to let the traders in with my egg."Kai's lips curved into a faint smile, as if he found some irony in Kyungsoo's words. "You know, you're beginning to remind me more of your father with each passing day," he observed, his voice carrying a hint of wryness.Kyungsoo's jaw tightened at the comparison. He felt a surge of indignation that he swallowed, "He made me who I am," he said, keeping his stride as strong as his words, Kai following, "Now he must understand what that means in all its definitions.""What are you planning with this new Moon Strider of yours?""Why must you know? Are you going to tell my father what I'm doing?" Kyungsoo shot back, eyes piercing through the latter, "Since you are loyal to him under HIS hire, after all.""I am loyal to the royal family." Kai replied, "That means I'm loyal to you, right Sir?"Kyungsoo scoffed. He wasn't sure to knights with an ego...or knights with honeyed words."I'm not telling anyone anything. I'm just doing my job, as I have been.""I wish you weren't so good at it." The Prince admitted."Thank you, your Highness." Kai was almost fighting back a smirk, seemingly calculated under the slip of his mask, "I'll tell the guards to make way for the traders."
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Kyungsoo could not fully comprehend the source of his newfound faith. It felt as though it had emerged from a storm of ambition and bitterness, a tempest spun from threads of resentment toward his father. This swirling mix of emotions had given birth to something deeper, a dark truth that gnawed at his very soul. His faith was like a limb of grief itself, a twisted branch of sorrow reaching out from his heart, its roots winding tightly around his once unshakable sense of self. His transformation was undeniable, and with it, his plans had changed as well.The Prince had revised his scheme swiftly, knowing that they needed to act fast now that it was in motion. The stables lay too close to the castle’s main entrance—a vulnerable position far too exposed to prying eyes and eager ears. The plan needed subtlety, something sharper than mere strength. Getting the dragon egg to the castle’s dock had been the easy part. Kai had ensured their passage was smooth, the guards were none the wiser, but now the true challenge awaited. The hatchery. How could he possibly conceal a moonstrider—a creature so rare, so coveted—among the dragon eggs the nobles coveted like hungry wolves? They were always watching, always hovering over their own eggs to boast and trade. To hide the egg in plain sight would be idiotic. No, he needed something else.A place where no one would ever think to look, yet one that could provide the proper conditions. The egg needed heat, warmth to nurture the life within, and a bed soft enough for growth, yet strong enough to protect its fragile shell. A hidden garden, perhaps, away from the eyes of the court, with the right balance of sunlight and shade. His mind worked feverishly, which betrayed him in a sense."You’ve gotten quiet, my lord," Kai mumbled, standing beside him on the weathered wooden dock. They had made their way to the docks under the cover of early twilight and the typical night-time business, the harbor still and quiet, save for the occasional ripple of water or the dull thud of cargo being unloaded. The usual royal shipments were in progress, but otherwise, the area was deserted—just a few night patrols loitering in the distance. Any later, and the patrols would grow suspicious, their eyes narrowing as they approached, questions on their lips. They needed to move, and quickly.Kyungsoo, his hood casting deep shadows over his face, bent down to lift the crate that held the egg. The wood was worn smooth, but it was still heavy and left his fingers raw, "Just thinking," he kept his voice low. "Your men have made sure the guards won’t inform my father, yes?"Kai nodded, his tone nonchalant, yet there was an undercurrent of tension, as if maybe he wasn't as sure as he once was now that they stood so close. "I told them you were here on official business and not to question the Dragon Prince. Close enough, I suppose.""So, you threatened them," Kyungsoo's words sharp yet carrying a faint note of amusement.Kai offered a shrug, his regret barely perceptible. "Would you have preferred I didn't?"Kyungsoo stood up slowly, relinquishing the crate after a brief struggle, his pride forcing him to hand it over. "As long as it works, I won’t complain," he replied, the urgency in his voice undeniable. He glanced toward the castle’s shadowy silhouette looming over the dock. "Let’s head to the garden through the side. There’s a spot that might serve our purpose."Kai raised an eyebrow as they began their ascent from the docks, their footsteps muffled by the thickening night. Kyungsoo could almost feel his companion’s skepticism. He scoffed lightly, shaking his head as they slipped deeper into the shadows, "Until I find a better place, it will have to do. Don’t give me that look." His tone grew harsher. "Have you forgotten your place in all of this?"For once, Kai had no quick retort. His silence was a welcome reprieve, and Kyungsoo savored it as they made their way toward one of the castle’s back gates, their path swallowed by the deepening twilight. There was a back gate that was through the isles of cobblestone, serving as a way for cargo to quickly go to the main kitchen, but in this case it would be their perfect plan. Few ventured into the gardens after nightfall. Even during the day, the area was largely neglected save for a handful of servants whose care was minimal at best. But Kyungsoo knew this place better than any other, due to it being his only freedom within the castle. It was his sanctuary, a place where no prying eyes would follow.He led Kai to the farthest corner, where a massive white orchid plant grew, its vines sprawling across the stone wall like pale fingers stretching toward the sky. The moonlight kissed its petals, making them glow softly against the darkened backdrop of the night. It was a mess of wild growth, neglected and unruly, but that made it all the better for their task. The chaotic tangle of vines and leaves provided the cover they needed."This is the place," Kyungsoo murmured, pausing for a brief moment as memories washed over him. It was here, beneath the shadow of the old oak and amidst the blooming orchids, where he and Diamond had played when they were both small. She was never, well, small, but she could fit well enough. This corner of the garden had been their secret hideaway, a place untouched by the rigid protocols of royal life. When his father had ordered the rest of the grounds manicured and polished to perfection, Kyungsoo had begged him to leave this small section as it was—untamed, wild, a fragment of his childhood preserved in its rawest form.His father, ever stern and distant, had agreed, though Kyungsoo suspected it was more out of indifference than sentiment. Yet now, as he stood before it, that neglected corner was perhaps the most valuable spot in the entire garden.Kai glanced around, his sharp eyes assessing the surroundings as if Kyungsoo wasn't stuck in his head. "Let's hope this place works well." he said, though his hands were already moving, carefully tucking the wooden crate beneath the thick clumps of brush. "If I may...I think it would be much easier to tend to if it was closer to your quarters or mine. If that's possible, Sir."Kyungsoo knelt beside him, running his fingers over the smooth, weathered surface of the crate before brushing it with dirt and leaves, making sure it was as hidden as possible. It wasn’t the safest hiding spot—not by any stretch of the imagination—but it was the best they had for now. The nobles, usually drunk, wouldn’t think to look here. Not in a corner of the garden where the Prince had once played as a boy. The wild vines and overgrown roots would do well to cloak it until it needed sun."This will be temporary, until we find a way to move it into the castle safely." Kyungsoo said quietly, pulling back slightly to survey their work. His voice was filled with a subtle note of unease. Kai rose to his feet, brushing dirt from his hands. "The Aureate Division can move it inside. If that's something you'd wish." There was a flicker of a friendly offer on his lips, but his eyes were watchful, scanning the shadows. He had the bearing of a man always waiting for the next challenge, always on edge. Kyungsoo had a hard time reading how to respond when they flickered between formal and informal speach so quickly.Kyungsoo's gaze drifted to the pale orchids once more, "You trust them? Your whole division?" he asked softly, the need for an answer more for himself than for Kai. "Kai’s expression softened briefly, though he said nothing. Instead, he simply nodded, turning his attention back toward the darkened path leading away from the garden."Your Highness." Kai said, his tone shifting back to professionalism. Kyungsoo assumed that maybe he was reaching too deep with that question. "They will notice your gone by now. Maybe it's best to head back to your room."Kyungsoo nodded, pulling his hood back over his head. The moonlight was growing stronger, casting long shadows across the ground. He gave the hidden crate one last glance, a small knot of anxiety twisting in his chest. They had taken a risk tonight—a bold one. And though it was well-hidden for now, he knew the danger was far from over. If anyone discovered what lay beneath those vines, he wouldn't know how to react."I guess this is where we part ways until further notice, Kai." Kyungsoo whispered, his voice barely audible as he turned to follow the other back through the twisting garden paths."Give me a time." Kai replied.Kyungsoo couldn't read his expression, nor justify is lack of the word 'sir'."Tomorrow evening. Before dinner. Meet me outside my quarters.""I'll be there." Even after all that, Kyungsoo could hardly recall the night as he awakened in his own bed. His cloak was discarded and replaced with his sleeping tunic, his boots off to the side and placed as if they never left their space by the window. The curtain was softly dancing in the wintry breeze, as if all was the same in the world. Except..."The Moonstrider." He whispered to himself, as if to make it real. If the fear in his throat was valid, the egg was found minutes after him and Kai left it and a large search would be underway. He began to sweat and it was barely dawn.A knock at the barreled doors, "Your Highness?"He sat up abruptly, forgetting his modesty, " Ah, yes?""It's just me." Baekhyun let himself in softly, his face not carrying anything besides the usual concern and sprinkle of playfulness, "You slept in. I'm all for beauty sleep, but I didn't know you needed so much. Trying to look good for someone?"Well, that was the exact same. That humour.Kyungsoo let himself relax back into the pillows, fighting a smile, "Did I miss breakfast?"“I brought you breakfast,” Baekhyun declared in response, setting the tray on Kyungsoo’s lap with a dramatic flourish. It was hot bread and a stew with vegetables and some poultry. Some of it almost spilled on his sheets. “You missed dinner last night, so I thought I’d do the honors of feeding you this morning. Since I am such a good, lovely friend to you."Kyungsoo rubbed his eyes, offering a faint smile, though the exhaustion in his expression was hard to mask. "You’re too cheerful for this early in the morning." he muttered, though there was no real bite to his words. Also, it was probably later than he assumed and was willing to admit.“That’s because someone has to be.,” Baekhyun teased, snagging a piece of bread from the tray and taking a bite. “I swear, you’re like an old man some days.”They ate together, sitting cross-legged on the bed, the morning sun growing brighter as it slowly climbed higher in the sky. Baekhyun chatted aimlessly, his words flowing with ease as he recounted some gossip from the night before, his energy infectious. But Kyungsoo’s thoughts were elsewhere, the memory of the hidden egg beneath the wild orchids gnawing at him.He wondered, briefly, whether he should tell Baekhyun about it. They had always shared everything, ever since they were children running through the castle halls, but this... this was different. The moonstrider egg was dangerous, and its very existence would place them all at risk. Baekhyun, with his light-hearted charm and carefree attitude, would never fully understand the weight of what Kyungsoo was carrying. He was a smart man, but for his safety, for both their sakes, Kyungsoo decided to keep the secret buried.“So,” Baekhyun said, breaking through Kyungsoo’s silence as he wiped his hands on his trousers. Gross. “I was thinking we should head down to the docks and check out the dragon traders again before they leave the coast. You know, for fun. Maybe pick up something interesting before it’s all gone.”“No,” Kyungsoo answered quickly, his tone sharper than he intended. “We’re not going back there.”Baekhyun blinked, surprised by the sudden refusal. “No? I know we joked about the guy last time but..."“I said no. I'm not interested in that guy's shady business.” Kyungsoo’s voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. His heart raced for a moment, the thought of being anywhere near the traders sending a jolt of anxiety through him. If they went down there, if Baekhyun saw anything or asked the wrong questions.Baekhyun raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further, “Alright, alright. No need to bite my head off,” he said, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. He took a moment to chew on his next words, then shrugged casually. “I suppose I should just stick with training Black Pearl anyway. That stubborn beast needs more attention than I can give it right now. Leave it to my father to put ideas into my head about a new dragon egg despite my work being cut out for me. He needs to lay off the mead and get out of my head."Kyungsoo’s lips quirked into a small smile at the mention of Black Pearl, Baekhyun’s childhood dragon. The creature was notorious for its stubbornness, refusing to listen to anyone but Baekhyun himself, and even then only when it felt like it. The creature was the opposite of Diamond, who seemed to fit Kyungsoo like his leather glove. Having an obsidian, nocturnal dragon that liked to sleep and eat suited Baekhyun in a way. He liked a challenge, and he got one."You’d think after all these years he’d finally start listening to you," Kyungsoo said, leaning back against the headboard as he allowed himself to sink into the lightness of the conversation. He thought of Kai, of their deal for later. He shook his head.Baekhyun laughed, shaking his head with bread in his mouth, "Oh, He listens. He just likes to pretend He doesn’t. But I suppose that's the charm, isn't it? The bastard keeps me on my toes."In his mind’s eye, Kyungsoo could still see the egg, cradled in the dark soil, waiting. But for now, he allowed Baekhyun’s warmth and laughter to fill the quiet spaces, even if the taste of the food turned to ash on his tongue.The day passed in a haze for Kyungsoo, every hour feeling stretched and taut, yet too fleeting for comfort. His mind, no matter how hard he tried to distract it, always drifted back to the hidden egg. He couldn’t stop himself from wandering near the garden several times throughout the day, his feet carrying him toward the corner where the moonstrider lay buried beneath the orchids. But each time, he would stop just short, standing still as though some invisible barrier held him back. He couldn’t bring himself to look, afraid that something might have changed—that someone might have found it. Yet there was no sign of alarm, no tension in the castle’s atmosphere. The guards went about their business, the servants moved with their usual pace, and the nobles laughed and gossiped in their chambers. No one seemed to know. And for that, Kyungsoo was almost relieved. Almost.That fragile sense of calm, however, shattered when he rounded a corner and nearly collided with his father.The King stood before him, dressed in his traveling cloak, the heavy fur trim draped over his shoulders in the manner that only he could make look so effortlessly regal. Behind him trailed a small entourage—his noble friends, their laughter and chatter like an undercurrent to the King’s presence. But what caught Kyungsoo’s eye were the two figures clad in golden armor, their faces hidden beneath ornate helmets: members of the Aureate Division, the elite guards of the realm. The sight of them always sent a ripple of unease through Kyungsoo, though he knew they were meant to symbolize protection and loyalty to the crown, even though Kai was one of them."Ah, Kyungsoo," his father said, his voice gruff but not unkind. "I’ve been meaning to tell you—I’m heading across the water to the meadery. I’ll be gone for a night and a day. Business with the traders there. Nothing for you to worry about. I’ve increased security in the castle while I’m away. Patrols will be more frequent, just until I am back."Kyungsoo’s heart sank at that. More frequent patrols. It felt as though the world was conspiring against him, closing in on his secret."You’ve doubled the security?" Kyungsoo asked, keeping his tone as casual as possible."Yes," his father nodded, his eyes scanning the hallway briefly as if already thinking of his departure. "We can’t afford to be careless these days. You know this." The last sentence was laced with a hint of disdain, though he quickly shook it off. "But don’t worry about any of that. The Aureate Division will handle everything, as they have been doing."The King paused, as if considering something, and then added, almost as an afterthought, "It will be good for you to have some quiet while I’m gone. I trust the castle will remain peaceful in my absence."Kyungsoo said nothing, merely nodding. His father’s tone was firm, yet his words seemed rehearsed, like he was giving instructions to a steward rather than speaking to his son. But then, as Kyungsoo was about to step back and let him pass, something compelled him to act.On impulse, Kyungsoo leaned forward and embraced his father. The gesture was awkward at first, stiff and unfamiliar—he hadn’t hugged his father in years, not since he was a boy. But something in the air shifted. The King, caught off guard, hesitated for only a moment before he wrapped his arms around his son in return. It was brief, but the embrace was warm, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Kyungsoo sensed a strange happiness from his father, as if the gesture had reached a part of him long untouched by the trappings of duty and politics."Be well, Kyungsoo," his father murmured, his voice softer than before."You too, Father," Kyungsoo replied, stepping back as the King gave him a final nod and turned to leave with his entourage in tow.As they disappeared down the hall, Kyungsoo was left standing in silence, the weight of the moment settling over him like a cloak. He couldn’t help himself. Kyungsoo began pacing again, his steps quick and restless as he made his way back toward the gardens. The castle was quieter now, the nobles retreating to their chambers or to their private dealings, and the corridors were lined with guards, each more watchful than before. Every time he passed a patrol, his heart skipped a beat, wondering if any of them suspected what lay hidden just beyond the stone walls of the garden.As he rounded another corner, Kyungsoo’s eyes caught sight of a figure clad in gold—the unmistakable armor of the Aureate Division. His heart jumped. Kai. Finally, someone he could trust."Kai," he called out softly, his pace quickening as he approached the armored figure. But as the figure turned, Kyungsoo’s breath caught in his throat. It wasn’t Kai.The man before him was tall—taller than Kai, with broader shoulders and a softer, more boyish face. His helmet was tucked under his arm, revealing dark, tousled hair and two large eyes. His eyes were what stood out the most: wide, observant, carrying a glint of curiosity that bordered childish question."Apologies, my lord," the man said, bowing slightly. "I’m not Kai. I’m Chanyeol, of the Aureate Division. We haven't met personally."Kyungsoo blinked, his mind racing to keep up with the change. "Chanyeol?" he repeated, his voice guarded."Yes, my lord," Chanyeol replied, his tone polite yet firm. "I was stationed here for the King’s absence. I’ve been informed to keep an eye on the estate while he’s away. Is there anything I can assist you with?"Kyungsoo forced a smile, though his unease had only deepened. "No, nothing at the moment," he said carefully. "Just… making sure everything is in order."Chanyeol nodded, his expression respectful yet unreadable. "Of course, your Highness. If you need anything, you can always call on me. He assigned me to this floor so that is where I'll be for the time being."Kyungsoo offered a polite nod in return, though his stomach churned with nerves. As Chanyeol turned and made his way down the corridor, Kyungsoo couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. With a sigh, Kyungsoo resumed his pacing, the unease gnawing at him as the day dragged on.The sun had begun its descent, casting long shadows across the castle as the warmth of the day gave way to the cool embrace of evening. Kyungsoo found himself standing near the balcony. He had expected to spend the evening finalizing his plans with Kai, but with everything that had transpired—the increased patrols, his father’s sudden departure, and the arrival of the unfamiliar Aureate member, Chanyeol—his carefully laid plans now felt tenuous at best.Just as he was preparing to slip away and head toward the garden once more, the familiar sound of footsteps approached. He didn’t need to turn around to know it was Baekhyun.“Your Highness!” Baekhyun called out, his voice cheerful and warm, as always. It was grating, in this moment.Kyungsoo turned to greet his friend, expecting some lighthearted joke or a quip about his perpetual brooding. Instead, Baekhyun had a wide, almost mischievous grin on his face. “I was thinking,” he began, “it’s getting late, and I noticed you haven’t eaten much today. Why don’t we have an early dinner together? Just like old times?”Thrown off by the sudden offer, Kyungsoo opened his mouth to refuse. He had so much on his mind, and dinner—no matter how fond the memories of their childhood sneaking meals together—seemed like a distraction he couldn’t afford. But before he could form the words, they were already tumbling from his lips. "Sure, that sounds nice."What am I doing? Kyungsoo thought, his heart skipping a beat in confusion. This wasn’t part of the plan—he was supposed to meet Kai, to check on the egg, to do anything but sit around and indulge in nostalgia. Yet there was something about Baekhyun’s carefree invitation that made him feel less guilty about saying yes. He could already hear Kai’s voice in his head, telling him not to worry, that he’d handle things. It would only be for a short while. Baekhyun didn’t need to know about the heavy burdens Kyungsoo was carrying.Baekhyun beamed at his acceptance, clearly pleased. "Great! It’ll be just like when we were kids, sneaking into the kitchens and eating wherever we wanted. I even managed to swipe something sweet."Kyungsoo chuckled, his nerves easing just a fraction. He followed his friend back to Baekhyun’s chambers, the familiar route bringing back memories of late-night escapades through the castle’s halls.As they entered Baekhyun’s room, Kyungsoo’s eyes fell on a tray already set up on a small table near the hearth. Two white plates, filled to the brim with cakes, rolls, and sweet pastries, gleamed under the soft candlelight. The smell of freshly baked bread and sugar filled the air, and Kyungsoo couldn’t help but laugh. “You really went all out,” he said, raising an eyebrow.Baekhyun grinned as he sauntered over to the tray, lifting the lid off a bottle that had been concealed beneath a cloth. “And that’s not all,” he added, pulling out a bottle of deep red wine. “I thought we could have a little treat. Nothing like a good bottle of wine to top off an evening.”Kyungsoo shook his head with amusement but accepted the goblet that Baekhyun handed him. “You’ve always had a flair for the dramatic.”“Well, it’s a special occasion,” Baekhyun said, his voice lilting with excitement. He took a sip from his own goblet before adding, “Besides, I have a gift for you.”“A gift?” Kyungsoo raised an eyebrow, confused. His mind immediately began to race. Was it something trivial? Something sentimental? Whatever it was, he wasn’t prepared for what came next.“Yes, a lead. On your would-be assassin.”The words hit Kyungsoo like a bolt of lightning. His grip on the goblet faltered, and for a split second, it teetered in his hand. The deep red liquid sloshed near the rim, but Kyungsoo managed to catch himself before it spilled.“My... assassin?” His voice was barely above a whisper, the shock and disbelief evident.Baekhyun nodded eagerly, setting the wine down to fully wave his hands in excitement. The candles in the room seemed much brighter now, “Yes. It’s been traced back to the Haesbit Kingdom. I had some connections look into it further outside of your father's, and they confirmed the trail leads directly there.”Kyungsoo felt the blood drain from his face. Haesbit. The kingdom from which the Aureate Division hailed. His thoughts whirled, pieces of information clicking into place, though none of it made sense. The Aureate Division. Chanyeol had introduced himself earlier, and now the mention of Haesbit sent a ripple of suspicion through Kyungsoo’s chest."Haesbit?" he repeated, trying to keep his voice steady. "That’s…"“That’s where the Aureate Division is from, I know,” Baekhyun said, his tone growing more serious. “But I thought you should know. I didn’t want to keep this from you.”Kyungsoo’s mind raced, the pieces of the puzzle coming together in a way that left him breathless. Was it a coincidence? Or was there something darker at play? He couldn’t shake the thought that the increased patrols, the unfamiliar guards, and now this revelation were all connected. His father was a secretive man. A stupid one. One stupid enough to leave Kyungsoo alone on his own around strangers.Baekhyun, oblivious to the storm brewing in Kyungsoo’s mind, leaned forward, his voice hushed. "I’m going to keep digging, but I thought you’d want to know as soon as possible. Whoever is behind this… they’ve been covering their tracks well. But not well enough. There is a large underground organization that sells dragon-hunting arrows like the one that got Diamond.""Thank you," he finally managed, though the words felt distant, hollow.Baekhyun, noticing the tension in Kyungsoo’s face, placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, don’t let it ruin dinner. We’ll get to the bottom of it. You’re safe here. I'd thought you'd be happy to know we made progress."Safe. The word rang hollow in Kyungsoo’s mind. With the moonstrider egg hidden in the garden, and the revelation about Haesbit gnawing at him, he had never felt less safe in his life.“To friendship, then,” he said, though his thoughts were far from the camaraderie he tried to project.Baekhyun clinked his goblet against Kyungsoo’s with a grin, seemingly unaware of the storm brewing in his friend’s mind. As they drank, the room was suddenly dark again. As remnants of wine lingered in Kyungsoo’s mind, a gentle buzz humming through his veins as he left Baekhyun’s room. He chuckled softly to himself, remembering how he’d tossed his friend onto the bed in a heap of silk robes. Baekhyun had passed out almost immediately after they’d finished the wine and sweets, his soft snores filling the room. Kyungsoo had considered staying for a moment longer, but the weight of the day—and the thoughts swirling in his mind—pushed him to leave. He needed solitude.The halls were quiet, dimly lit by torches that flickered against the stone walls. The familiar sound of his loafers echoed softly as he made his way back to his room, passing the guards stationed at their usual posts. They greeted him with brief nods, and Kyungsoo responded with a quick acknowledgment, trying to keep his shoulders and eyes firmly taunt.When he finally reached his chambers, however, Kyungsoo's already muddled thoughts sharpened. His gaze fixed on the two figures standing outside his door. One was Kai, standing tall and relaxed as ever, his expression unreadable under the faint glow of the torchlight. The other figure, to Kyungsoo’s immediate discomfort, was Chanyeol, the Aureate guard he had met earlier.What is he doing here? Kyungsoo’s heart thudded in his chest. He wasn’t sure how to handle the situation. Why was Chanyeol here, and why with Kai? His instincts urged him to dismiss them both, send them away so he could gather his thoughts and deal with things on his own terms. But before he could speak, Kai stepped forward, his voice smooth and authoritative.“I am here by orders to escort you to your father’s study,” Kai said, his voice strict, "He has some delicate information for you regarding his departure.”Kyungsoo’s eyes darted from Kai to Chanyeol, trying to gauge what this was really about. His father had already left—what kind of information would need to be passed along now? And why was Chanyeol standing there as well, silent and observant as ever? Unease curled in his stomach, but he nodded regardless. “Very well,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady.Kai motioned for him to follow, and Kyungsoo fell into step behind him, leaving Chanyeol behind, still standing guard outside his chambers. As they walked through the winding corridors, Kyungsoo’s nerves finally got the better of him.“When did I become important enough to require two Aureate guards? Is that what my father meant by upping the security?” he asked quietly, his voice tinged with sarcasm but laced with genuine curiosity. His father’s increased security measures were one thing, but now this? Kai was already like his shadow, in the corner of his eyes and behind every step.Kai didn’t immediately answer. They passed through several empty hallways, the sound of their footsteps the only noise in the otherwise still castle. When they were far enough from any potential eavesdroppers, Kai slowed his pace slightly, glancing over his shoulder at Kyungsoo. He could see Kai's sharp features furrowed in thought, lips pressed flat.“I didn’t realize I needed a partner.” Kai said in a low voice, a trace of irritation hidden beneath his usual calm demeanor. “Chanyeol was assigned by your father when the extra patrols were ordered. It wasn’t my call. He's loyal, but he did throw off our plans a bit."“Do you trust him?” Kyungsoo asked after a moment, his voice barely above a whisper. He almost bit his tongue. He needed to stop showcasing his insecurity so evidently. He probably looked like a prized hen to whoever was after him, always nervous and paranoid like prey.Kai glanced at him briefly before looking ahead again, “I don’t know him well enough to say. But I trust your father’s judgment. He wouldn’t have assigned Chanyeol if he didn’t think it necessary. He's good at his job which is what matters to most people around here."They reached the door to his father’s study, a large, ornately carved wooden door that seemed heavier tonight than it ever had before. Kai stopped just short of the entrance and turned to face him.“You’ll be safe with me,” Kai said quietly, his voice softer now, almost reassuring.There was that word again: Safe. It felt like a fake word now. “We’ll figure this out. But be careful. There are more eyes on you now than you realize.”Kyungsoo avoided his gaze and nodded, though the words did little to ease his growing sense of unease. With a deep breath, he stepped forward and pushed open the door to his father’s study, "You keep forgetting.""Forgetting what?""To speak formally to me."Kai actually appeared flustered as the door shut behind them, encasing them in blackness until a swift match was floating the lighting the bolted lanterns, "My apologies, your Highness. It's been awhile since I've done an overseas job with...royalty of your prestige. I'm a bit rusty.""What do you usually do back home?" Kyungsoo grazed over the rows of dusty books and letters scattered over the room. It smelled like smoke from a stomped out fireplace and the staleness of home."I escort a lot of important people on Dragon-back, or sometimes I end up doing body guard jobs for certain merchants or for precious cargo. It's rare for our division to get top priority job like the one we're doing now. This one could take months." He rambled on for a moment, just occupied with making the room less dim. He stopped a moment and seemed to collect himself, "I lied about you having business in here. I just knew it would be a chance for us to talk about...our situation."Which one? Kyungsoo almost said. He wasn't sure why. He cleared his throat and nodded to commend Kai's quick thinking, "I figured. I was a bit caught off guard. I suppose it's my fault for ruining our plan by drinking with Baekhyun, after all. It threw off the timing of everything.""I wasn't worried. You deserve to relax a little bit." The latter bit back a dim smile in the flame, "In my opinion...Sir.""You have a lot of those. Opinions." Kyungsoo mimicked his jest, his heart lips shaping into a beaming light, "We have that in common. I suppose that is why I feel so keen on dragging you into my moments of insanity."Kai's mask faltered for a moment. His eyes flickered with piqued surprise before quickly hiding the reaction behind his usual shell of calm indifference. For the briefest of moments, Kyungsoo allowed himself to observe the man standing before him. The candlelight danced along the contours of his face, highlighting the sharpness of his jaw and the deep shadows beneath his narrow eyes. His skin, tanned from years under the sun, gleamed with a warmth that felt almost out of place in this cold, stone castle. His dark hair had grown out since Kyungsoo had first seen him, tumbling messily around his face, and he wore his armor with an ease that only a seasoned soldier could—golden and regal, as if he had been born to wear it.Kai was, in every sense, a handsome man—young but hardened by battle, loyal but distant. The royal armor clung to him like a second skin, and Kyungsoo couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of… what? Admiration? Longing? He wasn’t sure if it was the wine still clouding his thoughts or the strange likeness Kai bore to the friend he had lost. Perhaps it was grief. Perhaps it was simply loneliness.For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Kyungsoo felt exposed, as though he had let slip something far too personal. A prince shouldn’t feel this way. The thought gnawed at him, but it was too late to take it back now. He turned away abruptly, feeling the burn of vulnerability in his chest, and busied himself with the documents scattered across the desk—his father’s hasty scribbles, the language of politics and kingdom, things that had little meaning to Kyungsoo in this moment.Kai bowed his head slightly. His face shut down once more, closing off whatever brief spark of emotion had flared in those dark eyes. He was back to being the ever-faithful guard, his expression unreadable and firm. The rejection Kyungsoo felt was subtle, but it stung. He had allowed himself to be too open, too human.
Perhaps I am too lonely.
The thought lingered for a moment, heavy between them, before Kai spoke, bringing them back to the dull ache of reality.“We need to talk about the egg,” Kai began, his voice steady, cutting through the prince’s haze of emotions. “We can’t leave it in the garden for long. It needs proper heat, somewhere with enough padding. If we’re not careful, it might not survive the night.”Kyungsoo nodded, though his thoughts still churned in the background. He turned back to Kai, forcing his focus back to the problem at hand, “Baekhyun’s quarters are warmer. We could hide it there. His rooms catch more sunlight in the morning, and it’s far from the more populated parts of the castle. It's important to have a good balance of light and dark, and he could tend to it while we were away."Kai’s face darkened slightly at the suggestion. “Baekhyun?” His tone was cautious. “The fewer people who know about the egg, the better. Not even Baekhyun should be involved. The moonstrider is too rare—too dangerous. If word gets out to the nobles..."Kyungsoo bristled at Kai’s skepticism, defensive over his friend, “I trust Baekhyun,” he replied, his voice wavering on sharpness, “He wouldn’t betray me.”“This isn’t about trust, my lord,” Kai countered, his voice calm but firm, as if speaking to a child who didn’t quite understand the gravity of the situation, “This is about secrecy. The egg needs more than warmth. It needs darkness, stable conditions. Baekhyun’s chambers are too exposed. The moonstrider requires a place where no one will think to look.”Kyungsoo’s frustration boiled over. “I know what it needs! I’ve read the texts—moonstriders thrive in shadows, not in sunlight. Too much light and heat will kill it before it even hatches, but too much shadow will leave it underdeveloped. I know what I’m doing.”Kai’s expression remained unchanged, though Kyungsoo could see the tension building in his frame. “You may know the theory, Your Highness, but I’ve handled dragon eggs before. This isn’t something we can afford to let everyone in on. The castle is full of eyes, and any misstep will be costly.”“And I’m telling you,” Kyungsoo shot back, his voice now low and dangerous, “That this is different. This isn’t some common dragon egg you’ve dealt with in the past. This is a moonstrider—It needs shadow, not sunlight. It needs careful tending, not overprotection. It needs someone to watch over it, and neither of us are capable of that with our positions. We can't do this on our own.""Then how did you plan on you doing this at all and succeeding?""Don't speak to me like I'm incapable."The silence stretched once again, broken only by the crackle of the small flames around them. Kai let out a long breath, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as he softened his tone. “I’m only trying to protect you… and the egg,” he said quietly. “We can’t afford any mistakes. It wouldn't be smart to put it in someone's chambers."“I know,” Kyungsoo whispered, his voice barely audible. “I just… I can’t lose it. Not again. I'm responsible for it.”“We won’t,” Kai was the last part of his sanity, fleeting and hopeful, “We’ll keep it safe. But we have to be smart about this.”Kyungsoo wracked his brain, how did he even get into this situation so quickly with the other? "My balcony could work. We would just need a cover for it. If I took a cutting from the garden It could veil it enough while also letting it get enough sunlight through the branches. Carrying it through the castle is what worries me, as well as a servant being nosy in my room while I'm away."Kai hummed, "We can cover the crate with robes and say you got a new shipment of clothes overseas. It would be strange for YOU since you're not the most materialistic prince, but servants aren't supposed to question royal purchases and needs. It would work.""I could come down with a mild sickness, stay in my chamber for a few weeks. Tend to it until it's able to be left alone." Kyungsoo ran a hand through his raven hair, "I could-"In the next breath, the heavy wooden door to the study creaked open, cutting through the charged conversation between Kyungsoo and Kai. Baekhyun stood framed in the doorway, a familiar mischievous grin curling at the corner of his lips. He held a bottle of wine by its neck, the dark glass glinting in the soft candlelight. His eyes, bright and wild, darted between Kyungsoo and Kai—both standing across from eachother, shadows flickering on their faces.“I was looking for you everywhere!” Baekhyun said, the words slipping out casually, but his expression betrayed far more amusement than his tone. His gaze flickered knowingly between them, taking in the intimate setting, the low light, and the tension in the room. His smirk deepened.Without missing a beat, he took a step back, mischief dancing in his eyes as he quirked a brow. “Don’t let me interrupt...I’ll just pretend I didn’t walk in on something so… compromising.”The door clicked shut before Kyungsoo could even respond, and Baekhyun’s quiet snickering could be heard fading down the hall. Kai, ever composed, stood frozen, not a hint of reaction crossing his features, though the muscles in his jaw tightened just a fraction. Kyungsoo cursed himself silently, turning away from Kai and staring at the door as if willing Baekhyun’s laughter to disappear from his mind.For a moment, the study felt far too small, the air too thick. Kyungsoo shifted awkwardly, his hand tightening on the edge of the desk. “That could have been...worse, I suppose.” he muttered, more to himself than to Kai, but the words hung awkwardly in the air. Kyungsoo could sense that he, too, was holding something back—perhaps amusement, perhaps discomfort. Either way, neither of them spoke as the flickering candlelight filled the silence, casting long shadows on the walls as if mocking them both. Finally, Kyungsoo exhaled, trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation. “Let’s… focus on the egg."
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Kyungsoo took a steadying breath, shaking off the lingering embarrassment from Baekhyun’s intrusion, and forced himself back to the pressing matter at hand—the egg. They couldn’t leave it in the garden any longer. It needed warmth, protection, and a place where prying eyes wouldn’t stumble upon it. His quarters—specifically the room off his private balcony, far from the high-traffic areas of the castle—seemed the only logical option. Only he and assigned servants were permitted there, so it would be secure, if only they could transport the egg undetected.
The crate, however, was as unwieldy as the plan itself. Kyungsoo’s mind raced as he took in its heavy wooden frame, certainly too large to carry inconspicuously through winding corridors and up narrow staircases. How had he even let himself get here?
Kai was already quick to act, his expression sharp and focused as he motioned for Kyungsoo to lean closer, “We can’t leave it overnight,” he murmured, eyes calculating as he spoke quietly. “It will need to look convincing.”
Kyungsoo blinked, watching Kai as he glanced around the room, eyes finally landing on a cabinet where the king’s ceremonial robes were stored. Kai’s lips curved into a grim smile as he stepped over and pulled out a thick, richly embroidered cloak, a deep crimson cloth with golden thread and the emblem of 'House Do' on its back.
“We could drape this over the crate and carry it as though it’s some prized relic or delicate shipment—something no one would dare question.”
Kyungsoo looked at the heavy fabric in Kai’s hands, a fabric of status and shallow pride, “The servants wouldn’t question it,” he agreed slowly, desperate at htis point, “And the Aureate are already accustomed to seeing you in my company. It could work…”
“Then let’s go,” he said, voice low but steady.
Together, they lifted the crate from the dark corner of the garden, its weight and bulk testing even Kai’s strength, but they managed to lift it between them and shovel it into Kai's arms alone. They moved as one, the prince and his guard, heading for the winding halls of the castle, eyes fixed forward.
The corridors were quiet, the castle settling into its evening lull, yet Kyungsoo could feel his heart beating loud as a drum as they passed the occasional servant or guard. Kai kept his posture unyielding, his face set into the calm, implacable expression he always wore, nodding in acknowledgement to those they passed, his hands steady on the crate as if carrying some mundane cargo. No one dared ask a question, and those who watched did so in silence, likely assuming some royal order. Kyungsoo was raised to be a good actor, but he felt challenged to control his face, the wine adding an unwanted flush.
“Keep your head forward,” Kai murmured, his voice low and steady, grounding Kyungsoo in its calm certainty, “They’ll look, but they won’t question. Servants and soldiers alike know their limits.”
“But they’re not blind,” Kyungsoo muttered, teeth clenched as they neared a torch-lit corridor, lined with tapestries that bore his family’s heraldry. The golden beasts, rampant and defiant, glared down at them as if they, too, were watching. “Every one of them could start whispering about this by morning.”
“If they do, they won’t risk more than whispers,” Kai replied, eyes straight ahead, his grip unyielding on the crate, “Whispers can't hurt us, now.”
As they ascended the final staircase, passing only a few more glances from the occasional servant or squire, Kyungsoo found himself glancing toward the places where guards usually stood. The route was the most secure, with a keen-eyed post outside his door to ensure only trusted souls passed within. But tonight, the post was empty; Chanyeol was nowhere to be seen. Kyungsoo’s brow furrowed, his grip on the crate tightening. The Aureate had seemed an unexpected addition from the start, and his absence only cast more shadows.
“You’re wondering where your other guard has gone,” Kai observed, his voice quiet but sharp, “Perhaps he’s taken his duties more to heart elsewhere.”
“Or,” Kyungsoo replied, voice low and guarded, “perhaps my father was simply testing my need for him.”
Kai only nodded, his eyes carrying an expression Kyungsoo couldn’t read. Finally, they arrived. Kyungsoo leaned against the door, catching his breath as Kai set the crate down with quiet care. Kyungsoo glanced around his quarters, checking for any misplaced shadows, any hint of eavesdroppers lurking. He felt the stillness press down on him, and with a sigh, he gestured Kai inside, securing the door behind them.
“Well, we’ve made it,” Kyungsoo said, his hand still on the lock, “Smoother than expected, though I suppose I should expect no less from an Aureate.”
“Expect nothing, and you won’t be disappointed, Your Highness. Today we were lucky. Luck has a way of changing.”
Kyungsoo’s lip quirked, something sardonic twisting his misplaced grin as he watched the other place the egg down, “Always the voice of practicality, Kai. Though I can’t deny it.” He stepped closer to the crate, lifting the edge of the crimson fabric to peer inside. The sight of the egg, gleaming dully in the dim candlelight, seemed surreal—a memory he had as a child, a relic he’d never imagined holding in his own hands again.
“Since it's here, there’s no going back, you realize? The walls have eyes, and even the most loyal eyes can’t remain closed forever.”
Kyungsoo’s gaze lingered on the egg, his fingers brushing lightly over its hard shell. “I’ve come this far, haven’t I? The guards, the servants, even my own father—no one knows but us.”
Kai’s jaw visibly tightened, sharp and angled, “But they’ll come to suspect.”
“Let them,” Kyungsoo replied, his voice quiet against the truth, “For once, I’m making this choice for myself."
Kai lingered by the door. There was a restlessness in his posture, his usual air of quiet assurance disrupted by something unspoken. As Kyungsoo knelt to uncover the egg, peeling back the layers of rich cloth and positioning it behind an ornate vase, Kai shifted, as though torn between staying and leaving.
Kyungsoo’s hands were steady as he opened the balcony doors, the cool night air rushing in, bringing with it the earthy, floral scent of the castle gardens below. The moonlight poured in like silvered water, casting its pale glow across the ivory. The shell was smooth and pure silken white, its surface gleaming faintly, each curve catching the moonlight like polished stone. Kyungsoo’s breath hitched at the sight of it, a flash of memory tugging at him—Diamond’s egg, resting in the warmth of the hearth when he’d been only a boy, so precious, so vibrant with life waiting to break free.
Kyungsoo reached out and traced his fingers gently along its surface, the familiar cold and smoothness of the shell grounding him. He closed his eyes, feeling that strange, raw ache of both loss and longing. For a moment, he was lost in memory, a younger version of himself beside Diamond, his father’s hand on his shoulder, guiding him. The boy he’d been seemed a stranger now.
“Kai…” Kyungsoo’s voice was low, and he took his finger away as if it burned, “This isn’t your responsibility anymore. You’ve done more than I could have asked. From here, this is my problem.”
Kai didn’t move, his gaze darkening as he stared at the prince, hsi shoulders now a straight line, “Your Highness, I made a promise to your father to ensure your protection, no matter the risk. This is hardly ‘just your problem.’”
Kyungsoo shook his head, feeling a familiar heaviness at the mention of the king, “My father doesn’t know what he’s asking,” he said quietly. “He thinks he’s keeping me safe by keeping me surrounded. But this... this is something I chose. He doesn’t understand that, nor would he approve if he did.”
Kai’s brows furrowed in the moonlight, a sincere bout of fear lacing his tone. It was the familiar unprofessionalism he failed to detect through emotion. Kyungsoo found himself needing to hear it, “So that’s it, then? You carry this alone?”
“Yes,” Kyungsoo replied. He forced himself to meet Kai’s gaze, “This is my path to follow. You’re dismissed, Kai. Please, resume your usual duties. I’ll be fine.”
But Kai remained motionless, his hands folded neatly in front of him but his lip twitched slightly, betraying his hesitation, “The castle is quiet, but silence doesn’t mean safety.” He took a step forward, his gaze flickering to the egg, “I could stay, keep watch.”
Kyungsoo felt a rush of unexpected warmth at the offer, but he quickly pushed it aside, “You’ve already risked enough. The king would suspect something if he thought I needed you in my quarters. Go, Kai. I’ll call if I have need.”
“As you wish, Sir.”
Kyungsoo watched as Kai turned to go, feeling a pang of something close to regret as he watched him walk away, his figure swallowed by the darkened halls beyond. For a moment, Kyungsoo wondered if he’d made a mistake, if he was simply driving away those few who truly understood the weight he carried.
He turned back to the egg, exhaling a shaky breath as the moonlight bathed it in a silvery glow. Alone once more, he felt the vastness of his choice settle over him like a cloak too heavy to bear. He laid his hand on the egg’s smooth surface again, hoping that it might offer some comfort, though deep down he knew it could only bring him more mystery, more risk, more untold burdens.
And yet, he could feel it—underneath the cold shell, the faintest warmth, a pulsing beat of something alive, something waiting for him to make the next move.
Sleep evaded Kyungsoo as if it were a secret withheld by the night itself. He lay in bed for what felt like hours, staring up at the darkened canopy, feeling every beat of his heart like a drum echoing in the silence of his chamber. Each time he closed his eyes, his mind wandered to the Moonrider—lying in wait, gleaming under the faint light filtering through his balcony doors. The mystery of it gnawed at him, the weight of his choice becoming heavier with each passing moment. What had he been thinking, truly?
Restless, he rose, padding softly across the room to peer out the window. The moon hung low, casting a ghostly glow over the castle grounds, every shadow twisted and dark, like fingers reaching out toward him. He glanced down at the egg again, crouching beside it to place his hand on the smooth, cold surface, feeling for any sign of warmth, any hint of life within. The shell was still cool beneath his touch, unyielding, almost indifferent to the tremble of his hand.
He forced himself to return to bed, sinking back against the pillows, only for his mind to wander into troubled dreams. The vision came quickly and vividly—the shell cracking open, a dragon emerging with scales like liquid silver, wings beating against the stone walls of his chamber. He imagined it growing in mere moments, stretching to impossible heights, its claws raking across the floors, a tongue licking out from its jaws as it thrashed in the confines of his room, everything he knew reduced to splintered wood and spilled ink. Kyungsoo jolted awake, a soft gasp escaping him as he pressed a hand to his chest, trying to still the frantic beat of his heart.
He ran his fingers over his face, rubbing his eyes, feeling the weariness settle deeper into his bones. For a moment, he wondered who might be stationed outside his door tonight, listening as he drifted in and out of his restless pacing. Kai had likely been reassigned somewhere, though he couldn’t help but hope that Kai was resting more easily than he was. But his mind drifted back to the words Kai had spoken—how silence didn’t mean safety. And in the stillness of the night, those words echoed, lending a hollow weight to the quiet.
Finally, Kyungsoo slumped back into bed, letting his mind drift where it wanted, settling on memories of Diamond. He could see her there, gliding over the castle grounds, her wings spread wide, scales glinting beneath the sun, a cry echoing into the heavens as she soared higher and higher into the clouds. His last thought before sleep claimed him was of her, her silhouette against the endless blue sky, carrying a freedom he could only dream of.
Kyungsoo woke with a sharp inhale, a twinge of panic flaring in his chest as he shot upright, his eyes darting to the spot by the balcony. His heart still pounding, he scrambled from bed, stumbling slightly as he moved toward the egg. It sat there, shimmering quietly under the warmth of the afternoon sun, unharmed and unbothered. He quickly reached for the cover, tossing it over the gleaming shell before anyone might glance up from the gardens below and catch a glimmer they weren’t meant to see.
Peering out through the narrow balcony slats, Kyungsoo scanned the grounds and the distant hills, relieved to see only a few noble riders on dragons far off in the skies, circling over the training grounds. None of them were near, yet he was sure he would notice the harsh beating of wings by his window regardless. Sighing, he slumped back, the weight of the night’s terrors still pressing on him. He was still in his clothes from yesterday, and with another rush of urgency, he pulled himself together, slipping into his simpler castle robes, hastily tying the sash at his waist.
Just then, a knock sounded on his door, and his pulse quickened. He cast one last glance toward the egg, reassured that it was well-covered, and opened the door, steeling his expression into something cool and composed. Standing on the other side was a member of the Aureate Division, his armor polished, his stance formal as he offered a respectful bow. How many of these knights were there? It seemed to be endless.
“Your Highness,” the man said, voice calm and measured, “an invitation has arrived for you. The nobles down at the riding grounds have requested your presence. If you choose to accept, you are to be accompanied by an escort. Do you wish to proceed with this invitation?"
“And who are you?”
“Junmyeon, Your Highness,” he answered, standing just a touch taller as he met Kyungsoo’s gaze. His features were composed, perhaps even a touch noble in their refinement. Short-cropped hair framed a face that was almost princely, though without the haughty air that often accompanied his father’s court. There was no fidgeting, no unnecessary shifting—he was all business, a quiet, assured presence. In another life, he might have been the Prince his father originally wanted.
Kyungsoo eyed him for a beat longer. Junmyeon wasn’t like the other soldiers who hovered with a youthful aura, glancing over their shoulders every few moments. No, he had an air of ease, of calm duty, without any of the heavy-lidded scrutiny Kyungsoo had learned to anticipate.
With a slight nod, Kyungsoo inclined his head. “Very well, Junmyeon. I’ll join them. I''ll be just a moment."
The soldier bowed once more, allowing Kyungsoo to pull the door shut with quiet deliberation. He gave the room one last glance, nerves tightening his stomach as his eyes lingered on the hidden shape of the egg.
Kyungsoo stepped back into his room, the sight of his riding gear stirring memories he’d kept buried since Diamond’s death. The leather was still rich and supple, its buckles gleaming in the afternoon light. He slipped it on, the once-familiar weight feeling different on his frame, now looser—a reminder of the toll that sleepless nights and skipped meals had on him. He pulled the strap across his chest, inhaling the faint, earthy scent that still clung to it, Diamond’s scent, bringing back the warmth of their rides and her thunderous roars as they tore across the sky.
A pang struck his heart, sudden and unbidden. He blinked quickly, swallowing down the ache, steeling himself before he stepped outside to face the world again.
The journey led them out into the courtyard, where the brisk air hit him, sunlight cascading in long, golden rays across the open ground. His eyes quickly scanned the crowd gathered by the stables—familiar faces both welcome and wearying. His father’s older friends, Baekhyun, and even Baekhyun’s father stood nearby, hands clasped behind their backs, their eyes sliding over him with quiet reverence. At the edge of the group were a few of Baekhyun’s friends, young noblemen who’d always kept their distance, their deference sharpened by the gap in station between them and Kyungsoo.
A murmur passed through the crowd as he approached, each figure dipping their head in respect. Kyungsoo caught Baekhyun’s eye, his friend’s mouth curving into a familiar, reassuring grin. The warmth of the sun took the edge off the chill, its light settling over the stables and casting long shadows over the dragons tethered there, each one a proud creature bearing the mark of his family’s line. Today, though, Kyungsoo’s heart felt strangely distant from them, the memory of being on the flying grounds every day now a distant thought.
Baekhyun greeted him with a flash of that familiar, easy smile, stepping forward and clasping a firm hand on Kyungsoo’s shoulder. A collective murmur rose from the crowd, a faint gasp escaping a few of the nobles, their eyes widening at the ease with which Baekhyun reached out. They likely hadn’t seen that it was only the touch of pompous fools that set Kyungsoo’s patience aflame, not the closeness of a true friend. Their obsession with the royal order never failed to amuse him.
"Kyungsoo, you’ll laugh when you hear it, but we spent all morning wrangling Black Pearl from our manor stables. Nearly had to wrestle the beast myself, but it’s a perfect day for flying, wouldn’t you say?” His eyes glinted with excitement as he gestured toward the skies. “Some of the others have worn themselves out already, but I’ve barely warmed up. What do you say, Highness? Care to join me in the skies? I didn't send you a fancy messenger for nothing."
"I’m down here, aren't I? but give me a moment to ease back into it.” He scanned the stables as he spoke, letting the noble tug at him in jest.
Junmyeon took a few quiet steps back, slipping into a shadowed spot beside the stable entrance. He inclined his head, acknowledging Kyungsoo’s unspoken dismissal. Still, his eyes never fully left the Prince, maintaining a silent, watchful distance that was as reassuring as it was unnerving. Baekhyun, however, was quick to pull Kyungsoo aside, lowering his voice to a murmur.
"And where, might I ask, is your shadow?" Baekhyun’s eyes glimmered with mischief as he glanced over his shoulder at the other guard, "Your ever-watchful, ever-scowling Kai?”
Kyungsoo feigned confusion, tilting his head innocently, “Kai?” he said, his tone deliberately mild, “Didn’t realize we were a match set.”
Baekhyun chuckled, his eyebrow quirking knowingly, “Of course, Your Highness. The old man’s orders, I suppose I can’t fault him. Though it’s clear you’re quite capable of keeping yourself well out of danger,” he replied with an exaggerated bow. They moved together through the stable’s wide wooden doors, Kyungsoo’s eyes adjusting to the dim, warm light. The smells—warm hay, mixed with the musky scent of dragons, and the sharp tang of damp wood—brought back memories, thick and sudden. At the end of the aisle, he spotted the familiar form of Black Pearl.
The great beast lifted his head as they approached, his obsidian scales glinting in the weak light, muscles rippling beneath the smooth surface. Black Pearl’s massive frame shifted, and he snorted against Kyungsoo’s outstretched hand, the warm breath carrying the faint odor of whatever beast he’d last hunted. It was an oddly comforting smell—a reminder of the raw nature of these creatures. Kyungsoo chuckled, the dragon’s low rumble vibrating through his palm as it nuzzled him.
“Black Pearl.” he murmured, his voice barely a whisper, as if it were an old friend’s name spoken after years apart. He gently stroked the dragon’s coarse hide, scaley and smooth over his hand.
Baekhyun sidled up, reaching to give Black Pearl a friendly pat, but the dragon turned his head and huffed sharply at him, nearly toppling him backward. Kyungsoo’s laughter rang out, full and unrestrained, filling the stable as Baekhyun staggered back, feigning an offended pout, “I see he still doesn’t want to make this easy,” Baekhyun grumbled, casting a wary eye at the dragon as he cautiously approached to unharness him, “All that effort to fetch you, and this is the gratitude I get?”
The winter air bit at Kyungsoo’s cheeks as he laughed harder, feeling a sharp pang of mirth he hadn’t felt in too long. He cast a glance around the stable, where the noblemen’s dragons rested in temporary stalls, roped with thick harnesses and manes swaying gently in their half-sleep. Bright greens and blues stood stark against Black Pearl’s gleaming black, each dragon as unique as its rider. Many were Forest dragons, slighter in build, or Sky dragons with feathered crests, bred for speed and agility rather than Black Pearl’s raw power.
Baekhyun, oblivious to Kyungsoo’s silent grief, scolded Black Pearl lightly as he loosened the last straps of the harness. “For a beast who puts on so much bravado, you’d think you’d be kinder to the one feeding you, hm?” he muttered, pretending to shake his head in disapproval.
The nobles around them quieted as Kyungsoo and Baekhyun led Black Pearl toward the riding grounds. Kyungsoo’s father, standing among his noble friends, raised his voice with a mischievous glint in his eyes that was all too familiar, “Hold tight, Baekhyun!” he called, laughter mingling with his words, “Or he might throw you before you’re even off the ground!”
Baekhyun rolled his eyes, letting out a small, exasperated sigh as he wrestled with Black Pearl’s reins, “Be quiet!” he called back, his tone playful, but his focus unwavering as he worked to calm the dragon’s sudden thrashing. Black Pearl huffed, his wings unfurling in a graceful, if impatient, spread. Kyungsoo, careful to avoid the powerful, sweeping wings, dodged an unexpected gust that sent his hair flying in disarray. For all Black Pearl’s defiance, Kyungsoo knew his bluster well; beneath the show of strength and pride lay a creature who rode like the wind, who trusted his riders in a way only those close to him understood.
The dragon rumbled, claws scratching impatiently against the ground, but he stayed still enough for Baekhyun to swing himself onto his back, settling into the saddle with practiced ease. He glanced back, patting the seat behind him with an encouraging grin, “Come on, Kyungsoo! You know he won’t bite.” His voice was warm, teasing, but Kyungsoo felt his feet rooted in place.
As he looked out over the horizon, he could see the sun setting in a golden blaze, casting long shadows across the hills. The sky was a muted shade, just as it had been that day when an arrow had come hurtling from the clouds, narrowly missing him in flight. He felt the tension grip his chest, a familiar chill spreading through his hands despite the warmth of the sun.
“Kyungsoo?” Baekhyun’s voice pulled him back, and Kyungsoo blinked. He reached out, feeling the leather of the saddle beneath his hand, a tactile reminder that he was here, not in some ghostly moment from the past.
With a final glance over his shoulder at the castle—at the walls that held the fragile, precious egg he’d hidden so carefully—Kyungsoo climbed up behind Baekhyun, settling into the seat. The leather felt foreign after all these months, but there was a familiar security in the way it molded to his frame. It was like seeing an old friend.
His stomach tightened as Black Pearl’s wings unfurled wide, the powerful muscles rippling beneath dark scales. In the brief moment it took Baekhyun to get his dragon saddled, Kyungsoo hadn’t noticed that Junmyeon was now mounted and ready on his own steed—a brilliant, golden-scaled dragon that glowed in the early sun. The knight sat with an air of unwavering duty, eyes narrowed, vigilant.
It struck Kyungsoo then, with cold certainty: up here, he was exposed, like a beacon in the open skies, vulnerable to the unseen eyes lurking in shadowed places. His pulse quickened, and his mouth opened to protest, his voice barely a whisper against the whipping wind.
“Baekhyun, wait—”
But Baekhyun, full of unrestrained energy, was already moving, oblivious to the weight of his friend’s fears. He gave Black Pearl the cue, and before Kyungsoo could form another thought, they were airborne. His breath caught, a sharp gasp escaping as he clung to Baekhyun, fingers digging into his friend’s cloak. The ground fell away beneath them, and a biting chill settled over him as they rose higher, Black Pearl’s wings beating against the crisp morning air.
The wind roared in his ears, making it hard to gather his thoughts. Below, Junmyeon’s golden dragon remained a fixed presence, its glimmering scales flashing like molten sun as it tracked them from below, vigilant and steady. But Kyungsoo’s gaze flitted to the hills and treetops, shadows beneath them stretching longer than they ought to in the daylight. He cursed himself for not speaking sooner, for not being smart about his place in all the madness.
Baekhyun, unaware of his inner turmoil, looked over his shoulder with a carefree grin. “See, Kyungsoo! Feels like home, doesn't it?"
The wind cut into Kyungsoo’s skin, the chill of the height wrapping itself around him like an icy cloak. His lungs burned with each breath, freezing his insides and making it harder to focus, but they weren't even that high yet—no, this was Baekhyun's idea of easing him back into flight. The heights would come, he knew that much. But this? This made him feel like he was floating between two worlds: the one he used to know, where the air was his ally, and the one he now barely recognized, where fear nipped at his heels.
Baekhyun glanced over his shoulder, his eyes sparkling with that familiar, careless grin that Kyungsoo remembered all too well. "You alright back there? We’ll do a loop over the village and head back, no higher than the clocktower,” he called over the howl of the wind, his voice light, unaffected by the weight of the heights or the rush of air. At this point, the noble was a lot less rusty than he was, and probably a better ride at the moment. Kyungsoo hadn't dusted off a saddle or gear in, well, forever, it seemed.
The people had turned into small shadows, moving ants scurrying along beneath Black Pearl's enormous wings. The docks, where the ships lined the coast, looked fragile, their size distorted by the wind rushing past. The air stung his eyes, and for several moments, he couldn’t help but look down. The streets of the village unfolded beneath them, a patchwork of roofs and chimneys, the sounds of the blacksmiths and the busy market muffled by their altitude. It was strange, seeing everything from so far above. From up here, nothing seemed urgent. The chaos, the struggles, the games of power—it all looked small.
Behind them, Junmyeon’s dragon trailed, a streak of gold against the crisp blue sky, glinting in the sun like an omen. The sight, oddly, brought him a strange comfort. That gold speck was a reminder that he was never to be truly free, even in the air as he once was. They were there. They were watching, waiting, like some otherwordly set of eyes.
His heart thrummed too loudly in his chest, and somewhere deep inside, the weight of his own identity seemed to hang over him like a heavy shroud.
The Dragon Moon Prince. The best rider in all the land. But what was that supposed to mean now? He had spent his life training, mastering the skies, feeling the thrum of the dragon beneath him like a heartbeat. But now? Now the title felt foreign, as though someone else was wearing it. The dragon's wings beat steadily beneath him, but it felt like they were no longer his wings to command. The sky was no longer his domain, but a place where his fears whispered, waiting to drag him back down.
“Kyungsoo?” Baekhyun's voice broke through his thoughts, words stolen by the speed, “You with me?”
Kyungsoo blinked, shaking himself from the haze that had clouded his mind. He didn’t know who he was anymore—who the boy on this dragon even was. He wasn’t the fearless rider that had once soared above the world, commanding dragons with nothing but his will.
But maybe, just maybe, he could be again. Or perhaps, for now, he just needed to survive the ride.
He swallowed, his voice a little thicker than he meant it to be. “Yeah, I’m here.”
Suddenly, Black Pearl dipped, Kyungsoo felt the sudden jolt as his body was yanked downward, pressed violently into the saddle. His breath caught, and for a split second, all he could feel was the rush of wind against his skin, his stomach twisting with the dizzying speed. His hands instinctively gripped the reins tighter, and he tried to steady himself, but something was wrong.
"Baekhyun!" Kyungsoo barked, his voice rising in alarm and annoyance, "What are you—"
But before he could finish, the sound of the wind whipping past his ears grew deafening. Baekhyun's cloak—loose and unfastened in the wind—whipped up around his face, blocking his view completely. The fabric tugged at him, beating against his face like a violent force, and for a moment, he couldn't breathe. He struggled against the fabric, his hands frantically trying to clear the obstruction, feeling the air change. Something was off. Something was terribly wrong.
Black Pearl growled beneath him, the deep, rumbling sound vibrating through the saddle. The dragon's wings began to beat more erratically, the steady rhythm of flight disrupted by some unseen force. Kyungsoo's heart raced. He knew that growl. That was no normal response to a sharp turn or drop. He tore at the fabric of Baekhyun’s cloak, ripping it free and letting it snap behind them, whipping in the air like a flag of warning.
As his vision cleared, the first thing he saw was the side of Baekhyun’s face, flushed with exertion, his brow furrowed in concentration. The noble was pulling with all his strength, his grip on the reins taut as Black Pearl’s wings flapped harder, desperate. Kyungsoo’s stomach churned. His hands tightened around Baekhyun’s arm as he leaned forward, the wind now stinging his face with a force that made it hard to speak.
“Baekhyun! What’s going on?” Kyungsoo demanded, voice hoarse and weak, “What’s happening?”
But before Baekhyun could answer, another gust of wind rushed past them—stronger now, the pull of gravity harder to fight against. Kyungsoo felt himself pressed down against the saddle, the earth below them seeming to rise up with unnatural speed. And then, just as his chest tightened with fear, a blur of metal sliced through the air in front of his face, too fast for him to fully process.
An another glint of steel. A flash of light. And then—scrape—the unmistakable sound of metal grazing against the leather of his riding gear.
An arrow? No, a rod.
It couldn't be.
His heart slammed in his chest. No, this couldn’t be happening. Not now. Not when he was barely getting a grip on what was going on. His mind raced, trying to understand, trying to make sense of everything. Another? Who would…? Why?
Another arrow shot past, this one closer, and Kyungsoo felt the brush of air as it whizzed by. His skin prickled with fear.
“Baekhyun!” Kyungsoo shouted, his voice cracking under the weight of his panic as he squinted through his bangs, “We need to—”
But there was no time. Another arrow—this time, it hit. It lodged itself into the saddle, just inches from Kyungsoo’s thigh. The dragon’s growl intensified, and Black Pearl’s wings beat faster as they turned sharply, trying to veer away from the unseen attacker. The sudden movement sent Kyungsoo reeling, his stomach dropping as they climbed again, a desperate ascent.
Someone knew he was here, and they were trying to bring him down.
"Baekhyun!" Kyungsoo cried out again, his voice laced with a harsh urgency as he leaned again, "We need to go down. Down further!"
Another arrow flew past, narrowly missing them. The wind screamed in his ears, but he heard the distinct sound of something heavier slicing through the air, something that wasn’t meant to miss.
Baekhyun’s grip on the reins tightened further. His voice, usually light and teasing, was sharp now, filled with uncharacteristic seriousness. “Hold on, Kyungsoo,” he ordered, his eyes narrowing as they began to bank harder, shifting the dragon into a tighter turn.
The world below them blurred into a smear of muted earth tones, the frantic beating of Black Pearl’s wings echoing in Kyungsoo’s ears, pounding harder and faster with each beat. His knuckles ached from gripping the saddle so tightly, his body thrumming with the dizzying speed. His stomach twisted, and for a brief, wretched moment, he thought he might vomit, but the force of the ride and his heightened awareness kept him grounded.
Kyungsoo’s eyes kept fluttering shut from the intensity of the turns, each shift of Black Pearl’s wings forcing him to brace himself. His teeth clenched as he reached down, fumbling to free the steel rod lodged in the leather of the saddle. But as his fingers curled around it, Black Pearl growled—a low, guttural sound that sent a shiver down Kyungsoo’s spine. The beast’s wings beat with an odd rhythm, and Kyungsoo felt a deep ache of dread settle in his chest.
His fingers trembled as he tried to dislodge the rod, but it wouldn’t come free. The wound wasn’t deep, but it was enough. He could feel the difference in Black Pearl’s movements. The sleek, smooth flow of flight had become jagged, as though something was hindering him.
A growl rumbled again, this time more frustrated than before. Whoever had done this had a skill far beyond mere archery. The rods—he recognized them now—were faster, more precise, not the sort of amateur shot a village hunter would take. They were deadly.
Another wave of icy wind broke through his thoughts as Black Pearl cut through the trees, maneuvering expertly through the thick branches. They dipped low, skimming the canopy, the thicket closing in around them. The cold grew more intense, and Kyungsoo’s breath came out in sharp, visible bursts, freezing against his skin. The shadows beneath them stretched long and dark, as if the very forest itself was aiding their flight.
This was Black Pearl’s element—darkness, speed, and stealth. Kyungsoo, although disoriented and shaken by the wild flight, couldn’t help but be impressed by the beast’s grace. A nocturnal dragon, born to move like this, through the night and the shadows. If anyone could outrun this attack, it was Black Pearl, and Kyungsoo couldn’t help but be grateful that Baekhyun, a lifelong rider of such a dragon, knew how to navigate speed and darkness.
Baekhyun’s voice broke through the noise, “We’re going to circle back and head for the castle—towards the lower docks!”
He tried to reply, to shout something back, but then, through the gaps in the branches, he saw it. A flash of gold.
As Black Pearl surged back upwards, the dark canopy of trees parted before them, revealing an open expanse of sky. He dared to glance over his shoulder, and that’s when he saw him. Junmyeon.
The golden dragon had followed them overhead the dense forest, its shimmering scales glistening like a beacon in the silver daylight. The knight riding it kept his distance, careful not to get too close to Black Pearl, yet still riding with purpose, as if not wanting to lose them. He rode with ease.
“Your Highness!” Junmyeon’s voice rang out, heavy with his accent, probably slipping through when he wasn't poised and polished, “I saw two dragon riders flee from the lower part of the village. I recognized their dragons. They weren’t ordinary beasts. There’s more to this danger than we first anticipated.”
He didn’t need to hear more. His mind raced, piecing the fragments of information together, “Go back,” Kyungsoo commanded, his voice stronger now. His heart beat faster as the words left his mouth. It wasn’t like him to give orders like this—he rarely spoke with authority in front of others, especially not to a knight who outranked him in combat and defensive strategy. But now, there was no time for hesitation.
“Go back to the castle and warn the others. Gather the knights, get them on patrol and have security at every entrance. Don’t let the nobles out of the flying grounds. We're going to land at the back stables. Be there with a medic."
With a firm nod, Junmyeon turned his dragon toward the horizon, already taking flight back toward the castle over the village.
Kyungsoo didn’t have time to watch him go.
When Black Pearl finally landed in the back of the castle stables after slicing through the back paths, Kyungsoo’s breath caught in his throat. The beast didn't stick the landing as gracefully as he usually did. The dragon’s claws scraped against the cobblestone as he scrambled for control, sending dirt and gravel flying. Kyungsoo gritted his teeth, bracing against the jolt of impact, determined not to let his tongue bite in the process. The landing was rough, but they had made it. That was enough.
“My god.” Baekhyun muttered, his hands tight around the reins, eyes fixed shut.
Kyungsoo quickly unsaddled himself, his movements swift and practiced despite the shaking in his bones. He tugged at the leather straps, feeling the weight of his own tension in every movement. The ground beneath him felt real now—solid, reassuring. But not enough to keep the panic at bay. It was only enough to aid the sickness away in his gut and throbbing skull.
Baekhyun remained still for a moment longer, his knuckles white as he gripped the reins. His face was pale, eyes now wide, like the storm inside him was still brewing, but he was trying to control it. Kyungsoo noticed he had fully shredded Baekhyun's cloak off in the attempt to see earlier. It was the one with Baekhyun's family name on it. The sight made Kyungsoo’s chest tighten. He felt the familiar anger rise up—anger at whoever had dared to harm them, to harm Black Pearl, and put any of them in a situation so dire.
"Let’s get him inside. We’ll tend to the wound. You can let go now, we made it."
With a clumsy motion, the other hopped down from the saddle, his hair wild from the flight. They were both disheveled, drenched in the aftermath of the flight, sweat and blood mixing with the windburned skin. Kyungsoo noticed, with a heavy heart, that the blood was windswept from where Black Pearl had been struck.
Black Pearl’s deep, rumbling growl vibrated through the air as they led him to the stable’s door. The dragon’s large eyes flicked over them, irritation in his gaze, more concerned with his discomfort than anything else.
Together, they walked the dragon into the stable, the wooden door creaking shut behind them. The dim light inside was a welcome relief from the harshness of the open sky. For a moment, it felt like time slowed, and the noise of the world outside fell away. Kyungsoo’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he was grateful for it—for the stillness. How he longed for stillness.
Baekhyun immediately went to work, hurriedly undoing the saddle with frantic hands, trying to relieve Black Pearl of the weight. But as he tugged, the rod still lodged in the dragon’s scales prevented him from removing it. He stopped, momentarily frozen, his brow furrowed in panic.
Kyungsoo could see the strain in Baekhyun’s face, and he quickly stepped in, voice low but sharp, “Get some cloth from the cabinets. He'll need pressure on the wound when we dislodge it.”
Baekhyun gave a quick nod, relief and guilt flickering through his expression before he turned away, moving quickly toward the stable cabinets.
Kyungsoo turned his full attention back to Black Pearl, who was now laying on the ground, groaning in irritation. His breath quickened as he traced the sharp edge, the cold metal still slick with blood. And then, he saw it—something familiar. The design of the arrowhead was unmistakable. His heart sank. It was the same type of arrow that had taken Diamond from him.
“I’m sorry,” Kyungsoo whispered, his voice quiet and broken. He wasn’t sure who he was apologizing to—Black Pearl, Baekhyun, or the memories of Diamond—but it didn’t matter. The words felt empty, futile, like every apology he’d ever spoken for his failure.
A sudden rattle at the door broke him from his thoughts, and he turned, surprised. That was...quick.
The door burst open, and a group of Aureate Knights entered, the sound of their armor clattering in the still air. Kyungsoo stiffened, unsure whether he should feel relief or more tension.
There, standing at the front of the group, was Junmyeon. The golden armor of his dragon shimmered behind him, and his expression was one of quiet poise. But the figure beside him made Kyungsoo’s chest tighten all over again.
Kai.
The soldier’s eyes flickered to Kyungsoo as he entered, his gaze quickly darting to where blood was dried over his gear. Kyungsoo’s body gave an involuntary lurch at the sight of him, his knees almost buckling from a strange sudden relief. But there was no time to dwell on it. The knights were here, and the situation demanded their attention.
Junmyeon gave a quick bow as he stepped forward, “We’ve spread the word and the castle is on high alert. The medics are here to assist.”
Kyungsoo nodded stiffly, his gaze briefly flicking from Kai before he looked back to Junmyeon, “Thank you. It's not deep but he's stressed, in pain. Please help him quickly."
The healers moved forward quickly, and Kyungsoo took a step back, his mind now empty watching them crouch down and begin severing the leather off of the dragon's hide. Baekhyun came back with the fabric, his face still carrying the turmoil the attack, eyebrows pressed together and mouth flat. He had never seen his friend look like that. Pale and shaking like a ghost. Exactly how he had looked when saved by Kai all those months ago.
This is because of me, Kyungsoo thought. We almost died because of me. All he had wanted was one moment in the sky and they were watching. They knew.
Silence does not mean safety.
"Sir." Kai said, now at his side and peering down at him through a gaze of intensity, "We should get you somewhere safe. Come with me."
Kyungsoo turned to Baekhyun, but the other had already waved him off, "I'm staying with Black Pearl. I'll find you later. Please."
He nodded, having no fight left.
The air in the back corridor was thick, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. Kyungsoo walked through the narrow stone halls, his boots clicking softly on the cold rock, the sound muted in the oppressiveness. Kai was behind him, as ever, and Junmyeon trailed like a shadow, his presence a distant echo, a reminder of the fortress that surrounded him now, his only tether to something resembling safety. The walls, the floors, the doors—they were all impenetrable to the outside world, but none of it mattered. Kyungsoo felt like he was drowning in his own body.
Junmyeon moved ahead, checking each door with the efficiency of a man trained for war. He paused at a narrow window, peering out into the blackness of the courtyard below. There was no movement, no sign of the danger that had pressed so close only hours before, but Kyungsoo was starting to think he was blind to it.
They arrived at a hidden door, one that only a handful of people knew about. A door that led to an inner stairwell, tucked away from the eyes of the court. It was meant to be a refuge, a place to hide when the world outside became too dangerous. His father had only told him about it in the case of emergencies, and he supposed he must have told the Aureate Division to use it in moments like this.
At the top of the stairs, they arrived at a small, windowless room, hidden deep within the castle’s heart.
“I'd rather to go to my room,” Kyungsoo said, his voice rough, as if it were a thing that had not been used in years. He could taste the steel of his own words, a reminder that he was still the prince, still someone who commanded. But even as he spoke, his hands trembled at his sides. His knees were weak.
Junmyeon’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of concern crossing his face as he halted his motion to lock the door behind them, “Your Highness, it's too dangerous. We need to stay here—"
“I said take me to my room,” Kyungsoo cut him off, his voice sharper now, unfamilar in his own ears. His father's voice had been in him, even now.
Kai’s face remained impassive, unreadable. He did not argue, for once, “Very well,”
Junmyeon stood still for a moment, as if he wished to protest further, but something in Kyungsoo’s gaze stopped him. The knight turned and began walking toward the back corridors.
“We’ll be quick,” Kai muttered, not a word wasted.
The air between them was heavy, and Kyungsoo could not help but notice how close Kai stayed. Too close. As if there were not enough space in the world between them. Or maybe it was just his own paranoia, gnawing at the edges of his mind.
They climbed the stairs again, the journey slower now, heavier with each step. He hadn’t been quick enough. He hadn’t been strong enough. It was all slipping away, just like Diamond had slipped through his fingers.
When they reached his room, the door shut behind them with a finality that made Kyungsoo’s chest tighten. Kai locked it with the same care, the same precision as before. Kyungsoo didn’t wait for an invitation. His eyes were already fixed on the small, dark corner of the room where the egg lay. It was undisturbed, still as it had been when he left.
Safe.
He approached it slowly, falling to his knees beside the velvet cushion, his hands trembling as he reached out. His breath caught in his throat as he studied the egg, perfect and unmoving. For a moment, there was nothing—no world beyond it, no past or future. Just the egg, untouched.
Then, like a wave crashing into the shore, everything hit him all at once. The exhaustion. The terror. The helplessness. His chest constricted, and a sob caught in his throat. He couldn’t stop it, couldn’t stop the burning tears that sprang to his eyes. The first time tears fell from him since Diamond's funeral.
How had it happened again? How had he been so blind, so stupid? He should have seen it. He should have known.
The weight of it all crashed down on him, and for a moment, the room seemed to close in, the walls pressing too tightly, suffocating him. He gasped for air, as if he could somehow breathe it all away.
Kai stood in silence, his presence quiet but constant. He did not speak, did not disturb.
Finally, he looked up, his voice shaking. He was ashamed to be seen in such a state, "Shut the damn curtains."
Kai didn’t hesitate. He moved to the windows and drew the heavy curtains closed, blocking out the faint light of the evening. The darkness swallowed the room, wrapping them both in its cold embrace. Kyungsoo felt the darkness settle over him, a weight pressing down from all sides.
“Light the candles,” he whispered, his voice barely a sound. He needed something. Anything.
Kai moved to the candleholders, his movements swift and practiced. The soft glow of the flames filled the room, but the warmth it offered felt distant, unreal. The shadows did not fade. They lingered and clawed at the corners of his eyes. They shook and danced over the room like a mockery.
The stillness he wanted, was now a sheet of suffocation.
"Sir." The knight cleared his throat, "What of me, now?"
"What of you?"
"If you don't want me stationed in here I must patrol-"
"No." Kyungsoo then stood up, his back facing the other, "What of you?" The question was out before he could stop it, the doubt too loud now to ignore. "What are you going to do, now?"
Kai seemed puzzled, which made him angrier, "Whatever you ask of me, Sir."
"What if I ask something of you that I won't ask anyone else."
Kai tilted his head slightly, just enough to signal he was listening, but there was no fear in him. No answer came immediately, and the silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating. It was a test, a challenge. The thought ran through his mind like a quiet thread of poison. He could not quite place it, but something about the way Kai moved, how his eyes flickered just slightly when they met his, set his instincts on edge. Doubt. It was a low hum in the back of his mind, loud and deafening over the quiet.
The way his shoulders barely twitched when Kyungsoo moved. The way his eyes never strayed far from him, always watching, always calculating.
"What would that be?"
"I ask you of the truth."
"I've always given you the truth." Kai said, "I plan to as long as I'm here to serve you."
"Then," The Prince continued, now fully facing the other in the heat of the candlelight, "What do you know about my killers?"
For a second, Kai’s eyes flickered, a brief moment of something — hesitation, perhaps? But it was gone before Kyungsoo could latch onto it. He studied him now with an intensity that made his skin prickle, like a predator sizing up its prey. Kai was all harsh lines and indented brows, "Everything we know, we are communicating to your father as we speak. There are no secrets amongst the Aureate Division and the royal family, I promise."
"The rod. The ones used on Diamond, and on Black Pearl today. They are from the Haesbit Kingdom. Did you know this?"
"I..." Kai swallowed, hardly visible, if Kyungsoo wasn't eyeing him down, "Yes, Sir."
"Today Junmyeon said that we recognized the dragons that escaped today. That I was in bigger danger than I knew. Why?"
Kai’s breath hitched, and for the first time since they’d entered the room, there was something human in his eyes — something raw, something real. He was no longer the soldier; he was a man on the edge, caught between loyalty and truth, “Junmyeon knows because... he’s seen them before. Those dragons... they were only ever owned by one person,” Kai said, his words coming slow, reluctant, “They belong to someone else. Someone we know.”
Kyungsoo’s gaze hardened, his mind racing to piece together the fragments of nothingness, “Who?”
"Our king."
Kai inhaled sharply, his eyes averting for the first time, and Kyungsoo saw it then — the crack in the armor, the subtle shift in Kai’s demeanor, as though the weight of the truth had just been placed squarely on his shoulders. He wasn’t hiding something from Kyungsoo as his prince, but as a man.
"Your father, you must understand, is a smuggler.” Kai’s words were blunt, heavy, the weight of them sinking deep into the space between them, “He used Haesbit, my kingdom, to bring dragons out of hiding. Stolen dragons. Your father trafficked them for years, trading them to kingdoms that could afford them, that would use them for their own purposes." He took a step forward, and Kyungsoo had the fleeting notion he was in danger, “You’ve always known that the crown is not built on justice, Kyungsoo. It never has been. Your father built his empire on blood, on power. You’ve seen the way dragons are treated — as weapons, as tools, not as beasts of nature, but as commodities. You’ve seen what they do to them. They keep them in stables, ride them like a winged horse, then harness them back in their hovel for days. You were raised with it, rewarded for it."
Kyungsoo's chest constricted, his vision blurring as memories he had long buried surfaced in jagged pieces. He thought of Diamond — her spirit, her fire — contained through the selfishness of a king.
“Haesbit’s king. Our king, has his own stake in the dragon trade. He was just as guilty, if not more, than your father. But when the trade became too much, when the dragons began to disappear from Haesbit territory, he retaliated. Your father had taken too much — too many dragons, too much power. He had begun to move his operation beyond the borders, trafficking dragons right under the king’s nose, using Haesbit land as a cover. And when our king found out…” Kai’s voice faltered for a moment, but he quickly steadied himself.
“Your father, Kyungsoo,” he continued, “wasn’t just playing with fire — he was stoking it. Haesbit’s king had enough of your father’s arrogance, enough of the quiet deals and the stolen dragons. That’s when the attack happened. That’s when they came for you. Your father knew this would happen."
Kyungsoo stiffened at the mention of the attack — It had felt personal, he knew it now. It wasn’t just about him. It was a message. A punishment.
“But why me? Why would Haesbit's king send his men after me? I had done nothing to him.”
“You were the Dragon Moon Prince, the living proof of your father's success, the one who had mastered the dragons, the one who made the skies bend to his will. Your success in taming a rare Moonstrider, your connection to the dragons, it made you an enemy to Haesbit's king. He couldn’t let you keep rising, not with his own grip on power slipping.”
His father, ever the manipulator, had pushed too far. He had made enemies out of allies, burned bridges that could never be rebuilt.
“Why didn’t you tell me this sooner? Why keep all of this hidden from me? You were there. You knew everything."
Kai flinched, a moment of vulnerability flashing in his eyes before he masked it, “Because it wasn’t just your father I was protecting, Kyungsoo,” he said quietly. “It was you. You were never meant to carry this weight. Not yet. Not until you were ready.”
Kyungsoo’s breath came in quick, sharp bursts as he processed Kai’s words. Ready. What did that even mean? How could anyone ever be ready to inherit a kingdom built on lies, a kingdom soaked in blood and betrayal?
"Then now what? You're sent here by your king to kill my father? To take revenge?"
Kai shook his head and stepped closer, sending Kyungsoo backwards to stumble away. Much to his dismay, the knight caught him with an outstretched arm, "No, your Highness. The Aureate Division may hail from the Haesbit kingdom, but he don't fight a war for kings. We fight for the liberation of dragons. For the liberation of freedom under tyranny."
He balanced himself and Jongin's grip was hot over his flesh, "What does that mean?"
"It means that by protecting you and your father, we have access to something more powerful and useful to us in the long run. Something that will end this once and for all."
"What?"
"You." Kai pulled him closer, "And that Moonstrider you're going to raise."
Kyungsoo peered up at him through the fury of dried tears and resolve, "And if I refuse?"
"You won't. Because you value freedom over anything else, don't you?"
His father had betrayed him. The king of Haesbit had betrayed him. And now, it was time for Kyungsoo to reclaim everything that had been stolen from him. He yanked his arm back, seething through his crumbling world, "Is that a threat?"
"Why? Do you feel threatened?" Kai added the honorific like a favor, "Sir."
He was so close now that Kyungsoo could feel the heat radiating from Kai’s body, could smell the faint trace of leather and sweat and something darker.
Everything—everything—shifted. The truth was too blurry now. Kyungsoo couldn’t tell where he ended and Kai began.
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It wasn't any less confusing now within the stillness of the next few weeks.Stillness. That was new to him.And now, silence.Blanketed like a thick fog, cast over his life as a veil of misconstructed, ill-fitted peace.After the second attack, life within the castle grounds dwindled from chaos back into the dull roar of activity. The nobles began to roam out of hiding once more, their dragons taking to the sky again as if nothing ever happened. It was as if arrows had never pierced the sky. As if it was a mere rumor of violence and not a sobering reality he had lived in a month ago. Baekhyun had gone from sleeping by Black Pearl's side every night to finally returning to his quarters, eating dinner and partaking in the occasional drink like he used to. Kyungsoo did not know how to aid him, since after all that had happened, he could hardly soothe himself. Their talks would run short, lacking of substance, and they would separate as the sun settled over the hills.The nightmares were more frequent now. Jolting him from his bed and sending a wave of chill through to his bones. He would dream of Diamond, of Baekhyun, of being on dragonback, falling to his death into the shadows below. He dreamt of Kai, his lips uttering the beauty of a collected threat.He had the conversation echoing in head, back and forth like he was viewing it from outside his body.
"And if I refuse?"
"You won't. Because you value freedom over anything else, don't you?"
Kai hadn't been wrong. Not in the slightest...but he had overstepped. Kyungsoo was speechless from the knight's truth. His words cutting deeper than any arrow could in that moment. With the scent of the rider's armor and heat still under his fingertips, he woke up from a startling noise from the corner of his room. One he was dreading to hear after nights of praying for it. The crackle of an egg.The moonstrider.There were a number of thoughts that flew through his mind, then. One was to call for Kai, and the other was to panic and toss himself off the balcony. He had predicted the egg was due within the month, since they usually hatch in the chill of spring, but it was sooner than he was hoping for. Fear was still imbedded deep in between his ribs and the shaking of his heart, much to his dismay. He had nearly forgotten of his commitment until now.Swinging his legs off the bed, he quickly lit the candle at his bedside and edged close to the egg's nest by the window. His adrenaline fought the cold, and as he got closer he could see the flame's warmth reflected back on the shell. There was a gash on the side, shallow and slick with a clear film. He swallowed, inching closer. It had been years since he had seen an egg hatch like this. Even longer since it had been a dragon of this caliber, cloaked in twilight and ivory under the secret of the moon's familiar caress.Another soft crack and a piece slowly oozed off the side. He watched in anticipation, snapping out of his stupor quick enough to remember what he had prepared for this exact situation. Setting the light down, he hurried to underneath his bedframe and pulled out a wooden crate. It had an earthy, salty smell has he pried it open, revealing layers of dried meats and packaged dried fish. It was never a dragon's first choice to have anything but fresh kills, but this moonstrider would have to live in ignorance of that until further notice. It was then, he realized, that he was about to have a baby dragon in his room. An untrained, fast, dangerous, moonstrider dragon who was supposed to be a complete hidden part of his life. Panic set in again, and he turned over his shoulder to see a wing protrude out of the hole. "Damn it." He whispered to himself, "Damn it all."He hadn't been out of his chambers much since the incident, and it had been even longer since he had spoken to the Aureate. He had banished them from staying outside his door, and stationed them within the halls and entrances instead. After learning their origin and motive, he could hardly muster up enough sanity to decide what to do with them. The fear of their betrayal was now in the back of his mind. His traitorous father, now home, seemed to still be alive and breathing, anyway.But now he'd have to push his pride aside and-He opened his door and stared down the hallway. Why was it that he seemed to trust Kai in these moments? Moments where he felt alone and on the brink of a rash decision. Or maybe Kai was the rash decision after all, he couldn't tell. Either way, he was desperate.He rushed through the corridor after swiftly shutting his door, wishing in all his entirety that the dragon would take its sweet time emerging instead of causing destruction without his supervision. As he moved along, he saw a few of the night-patrol guards making their rounds, but no Aureate. It struck him as odd, to see the castle devoid of glimmering gold armor and menacing aura, especially when they were usually positioned at all the vulernable points of the castle map. He slowed down, watching as a few nobles chattered away into the bowels of the side rooms, and realized: the Aureate's were gone. How long had this been true? His heart was beating again, quickly, and he shuffled past another faceless guard who muttered in quiet awe, "Your Highness..."The last thing he had intended to do was to attract attention to himself in his sleeping garbs, but he was on a mission, and no one could deter that now. He stopped, turning to face the guard, who was still peering down at him, "You. Do you know where the Aureate Division went?""I..." The man blinked in the dimness, "They are in a meeting with the King. Last I heard.""A meeting?" Without me? He wanted to add, but held his tongue. He nodded and kept his stride straight as the other stuttered out a reply he couldn't be bothered to hear. Only the blood rushing in his ears was audible, suffocating and constant as he walked.Outside the King's meeting room, he saw them. All quietly speaking and clammoring in their luxary attire. Tall and important. They were heading in his direction, and the previous terror swiftly dissolved into a moment of embarrassment of being seen after being a recluse so long. A few moved past him with courteous bows, and others seem too distracted by the King's speech that they hardly noticed him. He pressed his lips flat and wrapped his silken garbs tighter around himself, eyes searching for one familar face in the intimate crowd."Prince Do." He heard behind him. The same nasal-tone to his deep voice, of course it was-"Kai." Kyungsoo whirled around and fought the sigh of relief as he met the other's gaze. Taking advantage of the surprise, he observed the other. After all, it had been nearly a month. Of course, he was still tall, tan and wearing that serious look he worked so hard to perfect, framed by the black of his locks. There was also that typical glint of amusement underlying inside the brown of his eyes, waiting to pounce. Kyungsoo lowered his voice, "I need you to come with me.""I was actually about to find you, sir. I have some news.""Well, your news can wait. Mine is urgent.""I see." Kai's face dropped, as if he already knew such peril, "Shall I, um, accompany you to your quarters?""That would be...ideal."To his credit, Kai followed without question, their steps echoing softly through the space. The silence between them felt stretched, weighted with things neither had said since their last encounter. Kyungsoo didn’t dare look at him. He had learned long ago that Kai had a way of twisting him up with nothing but a glance.When they reached the quieter halls near Kyungsoo’s chambers, he finally spoke, voice soft, “I wouldn’t ask for your help unless I needed it.”Kai chuckled, the sound weightless, almost mocking. “So you do still trust me, after everything?”"Trust? I'm not sure." The Prince scowled, pressing on the door, "But either way you are the only one that can fathom what I'm about to show you."The facade of humor fell then, and Kai reached over him to push the door open himself, his reflexes quickly lowering to the hilt of his sword. Kyungsoo respected his urgency, despite the action relfecting how little he seemed the trust the prince as well."You won't need that." He informed. He then walked into the darkness of the room and pulled the other in, shutting the door and switching the lock. The area was dark, awash in silver from the stars spilling through the vast balcony window, casting jagged shadows along the stone walls. The crate was still there, just as he had left it—only now, the curtain he had used to conceal the egg was shoved aside. The outside layer, once whole and smooth, lay in shattered remnants. The dragon was gone from its husk.His stomach turned, but he swallowed the fear down, refusing to show weakness.Kai, however, was already a step ahead, moving into the room past the Prince, posture taut. His hand still at the hilt of his sword, scanning every darkened corner like an unseen enemy lurked in wait.Then, sharp as steel, he turned to Kyungsoo, "Where is it? How could you leave a moonstrider alone?" His honorifics, the thin veil of deference, were gone—stripped away in his urgency. But just as quickly, as if remembering himself, he tacked on, "Your Highness.""It began hatching in the middle of the night," he admitted, forcing himself to sound measured as he began to search for it, "I was…less prepared than I thought I would be. So, I need your help."Kai furrowed his brows to poorly mask his annoyance, still glancing around the room for movement, "With what? Finding it?"Kyungsoo ignored him, "I want you and the Aureate Knights to keep it in your stables. You’ve already told them about the moonstrider, haven’t you?"A pause. A shift. Then Kai shook his head with a wide eyed look, "I told them that it was an idea. Not that it was...a real prospect."The answer unsettled him. Kai was impossible to predict, a locked box with shifting keys, but this—this Kyungsoo had not expected.Before he could press further, he crouched low, searching under the bed. Empty. Kai checked the closet, his broad form momentarily blocking the faint torchlight from under the door, only to glance back at him. “Nothing.”Kyungsoo’s irritation was mounting, not at Kai, but at himself. He should have been watching more closely. Should have—His gaze snapped to the curtains. In two strides, he reached them and yanked them back.There, bathed in the night, was the dragon.She was small, impossibly so, still wet from the egg, her translucent wings trembling as she chittered softly. Her tiny claws were tangled in the fabric of the curtain, gnawing at the threads like a pup at its first meal. The light caught the soft shimmer of her scales, a pale, iridescent blue that gleamed like liquid dusk. The was less white than Diamond had been, but she was still undeniably a Moonstrider. For a moment, everything stilled.Kai moved first, crossing the room in a few long strides before sinking into a crouch beside the creature. Kyungsoo joined him, their bickering silenced by something far greater than either of them.“She’s a female,” Kai's face contorted in a mixture of awe and relief as he pinned the fabric back.Kyungsoo barely heard him. He was too focused on the delicate creature before him, too caught up in the realization that this—she—was real. That she had made it into this world, despite everything, despite the danger.And despite himself, something in him softened. A birth, in the midst of death.The small dragon twitched slightly, its wings rustling against the stone, its soft chittering fading into a rumble. Kyungsoo watched as Kai’s hand hovered just above her head, his fingers twitching as if unsure whether to make contact. The Aureate was quiet, more so than usual, and Kyungsoo could almost hear his thoughts turning like the waves of the ocean. Brewing and violent.But Kyungsoo had no time to wait. Not now.“Like I said...I need your help.” he cut through the quiet. "I regret banishing you from my affairs before. And for not giving you a true answer the night of the second attack. My father is not a truthful man. I know this. I knew this before you told me. I just needed to hear it. I'm sorry for avoiding...this. All of this."That made Kai stiffen. His hand remained poised above the dragon, but his focus shifted fully to Kyungsoo's side profile.“His view of dragons—of everything—altered my own. I let it. I was selfish in my prospects of revenge. I took her—to prove to myself that I could still be a dragon rider. Not for the benefit of her life. Not for anything greater. Just myself. And I was wrong.”Kai's silence spoke for him as he turned away.“I don’t seem to fit as a prince,” Kyungsoo admitted, his hands curling into fists on his knees, “But I don’t think I could be an Aureate, either. I can't help you with your...quest for greatness. For freedom. You were wrong about me."For a long moment, Kai didn’t react. He remained sat, as if the words had caught him off guard, as if they were something akin to a confession. With a quiet breath, something almost like a scoff but lacking malice, he chuckled, “I wasn’t expecting that.”His fingers finally lowered to brush against the dragon’s head.The moonstrider blinked up at him, unbothered, more curious than anything else. She was calmer than she should have been, considering how unnatural her surroundings were.His voice was softer when he finally spoke again, “I shouldn’t have told you all those things after what happened. You’d just gone through another attack. I should’ve waited. I'm lucky you didn’t expose the Aureates to your king for what I said. You could have had us all banished, or killed. That was my fault."Kyungsoo didn’t flinch, but the weight of it settled, “I never intended to tell my father anything. Despite me being his son.” he replied.Kai's cheekbones rose as he shook his head slightly, “Labels,” he mused, “can cause more stress than anything else.”Kyungsoo wasn’t sure if that was meant for him, for himself, or for the both of them.The Knight's sharp eyes studied Kyungsoo, searching for something in the dark. A crack in his resolve. A hesitation. Something to seize upon."Do you really think you're unable to fight?" The challenge was still there, woven through plush lips, " You truly don't think you're unable to free the dragons? That you can't go against your royal order, your father-and succeed? Do you only see death?"Death. Kyungsoo’s breath hitched, but he didn’t move from the other's side. He let the question linger, feeling it settle deep in his bones, gnawing at him from the inside. His gaze drifted to the small dragon beside him. She was blinking up at him, her large eyes mirroring Diamond's in a way that tightened his chest. She was smaller—frailer—but she was still his. She was still there. She felt like a promise that he couldn’t escape. But what was that promise? Was he meant to save her? To raise her and unleash her upon the world?The ache in his chest deepened, spreading like fire through dry wood. His throat tightened. He wanted to speak, wanted to answer, but the words wouldn’t come. Death seemed to follow him wherever he went, nowadays."I’m not sure," Kyungsoo admitted finally as he stood, his voice a whisper, barely audible over the flutter of the dragon’s wings. He swallowed thickly, his gaze shifting from the dragon to Kai, whose dark eyes were back to locking on him, "I don’t know what it all means. What’s at stake. What this—what she—means for me.""The King’s meeting," Kai began, "It was about the war that’s brewing. Your father’s trying to buy the loyalty of the Aureates. If they refuse, they’ve been tasked with sending word to Haesbit- that a war is coming. A war for territory. For dragons. If you’re going to do this—if you’re going to stand against him—you’ll need to meet with the others. You’ll have to plan with the Aureates, take your place at the table, and dismantle the war before it’s too late."Dismantle the war? He wasn’t a soldier, he wasn’t a strategist. How was he supposed to do that? How could he stand up against his father, against the world that had built him? How could he take the reins of something beyond his position?"How could I do that?" Kyungsoo sat back onto his bed, his legs weak at the knowledge of it all, "How could I ever be capable of something like that?"Kai’s gaze softened just slightly, but there was no pity in it. Only understanding. He stepped closer, closing the distance between them, the heat of his body nearly reaching Kyungsoo as he sat beside him and spoke again, "We're planning to free all the dragons in the castle. Then, they’ll move on to the city. At the same time, there is an Aureate division in Haesbit that is attempting the same there. If we both succeed, both of their forces will have weakened tremendously."Kyungsoo scoffed, the weight of Kai’s words hitting him like a blow to the chest. He could barely catch his breath. Free the dragons? All of them? From his father’s control? From the kingdom? The thought was dizzying. Impossible.But it was the same thing he had always dreamed of, wasn’t it? The world where he wasn’t shackled by his bloodline, his royal duties, his father’s cruel grip on everything he held dear.But now it was real. Now it wasn’t just a dream. It was a war."Is it possible?" He could hear the echoes of it in the cold walls of the room. The voices of dragons long forgotten. The ghosts of everything he had lost, "Is it even possible to win?"He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he watched the dragon, his gaze lingering on her frail form as she shuffled around, like her limbs were foreign to her, then looked back at Kyungsoo."Nothing worth having is ever easy to claim. But together... we might just stand a chance. Rebellion is messy, but its the only way to enact change when those in power do nothing but exploit it for their own benefit." The Prince stared at the Moonstrider in mute tension, and Kai gestured for her to crawl over to him, "She can be the first one you save.""I basically stole her, Kai. I'm no better than the man who sold her in the first place.""You stole her from a smuggler. It doesn't count.""She doesn't even have a name.""Then name her." The Knight was smiling, and the smell of leather and wood was back, calming this time, unlike the scent from his nightmares. The dragon toddled towards him shyly, and Kyungsoo heard a real laugh come from the boy beside him, he nearly broke his neck to witness it, "Name her. She will let you ride her as equals, not as a glorified war-horse. It will be something you've never imagined before.""Is that how you guys are? With your dragons?" "Yes. How else would we be the fastest in the world if we didn't treat them as we treat our own kin?" His grin was a beam of light in the heavy air, "My dragon, her name is Oasis. She could leave any time she wants, but we understand eachother. I don't know if you ever noticed, but she's never shackled up in the stables or muzzled. She could fly away and never return, but she doesn't. She trusts me. I trust her. She's been with me ever since...well, a long time.""Ever since?" It was unlike Kyungsoo to pry, but he felt compelled in that moment."Another time." Kai looked at him from under the veil of his lashes, "The point of my rambling is...it is possible. It's possible to be a dragon rider without following in your father's footsteps. Without being a royal pawn for selfish kings. You don't have to be the Prince who was martyred. You can be so much more. You ARE so much more."Kai was close—too close. Close enough that Kyungsoo could feel the heat of him, could see the small scar above his brow, the way his dark hair fell messily over his face. He’d never noticed the scar before, and now, in the quiet of the room, it poked out, an ugly reminder of a past that Kyungsoo couldn't quite grasp. It felt like a betrayal, as if he should know it, should understand it, but he didn't. He didn't have permission yet.He was caught in the feeling of how young Kai looked, younger than his position should allow. His face was soft, the edges of it still sharp.Kai noticed Kyungsoo’s gaze. His fingers twitched at his side, but then—so quickly, it’s almost imperceptible—he reached out, his hand brushing against Kyungsoo’s hair, tucking a stray lock behind his ear. It was careless gesture, but it was like a mark, like something claimed.Kyungsoo leaned back instinctively, the room closing in around him. “I’m tired,” he said, his voice low, too raw, like it’s been dragged through the dirt. He cleared his throat, “I need to think about this.”“You’ll have a week. The Aureate’s will act in that time. You’ll have to choose. You’re either with us or against us.”The creature’s eyes were wide, blinking up at him, and for a brief moment, it felt like the world was suspended in that gaze. “What about her?” Kyungsoo asked, the question awkward on his tongue, “The Moonstrider?”“She’ll be fine. As long as you lock the door and feed her. She might chew on your furniture, but that’s about it.”“Wonderful.” “You’ll need to name her at least." Kai stood, and for a moment, Kyungsoo imagined he might disappear into the shadows. But then he pauses, looking back before lingering in front of the exit, “And...not to overstep more than I have, but, you look tired, your Highness."“I haven’t been sleeping well,” The words slipped out before he can stop them, “I’ve been having nightmares… about you.” “About me?”“You get killed,” he said, his voice strangely hollow, “I see it. Every night. You die. And I can’t do anything to stop it.” Kyungsoo couldn't finish his train of thought. The words were too heavy. The room too small.Kai turned to leave, but stopped again at the door, like there was a barrier, his back to Kyungsoo, “I'm...sorry, sir,” he said, "I..hope you get some rest."Kyungsoo watched him leave, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt as though he’d been left in the remnants of a storm, watching as the last traces of the wind fade into the distance.The dragon cooed at his feet, a soft sound, but it was the only thing left in the room. Kyungsoo didn't know what to do with it. Didn't know what to do with any of it. The silence is all-encompassing, swallowing him whole, until he finally stepped forward to close the door.He locked it.And then he stood in the dark, waiting.If one thing was clear, it was the sudden word, no, name, that appeared behind his eyelids at the knight's departure, Guardian Angel.The dragon made a sound and peered down at it. He was unaware he said it aloud."How do you like that name? Angel?"With a coo and another purr, the night felt as though it was still once more.