Hyunjin really didn’t believe he was fit to become prince, no matter how much he trained, how much etiquette he studied, how many rules he’s set in place, he feels like a poser. It’s almost as if he’s doing someone else’s job, it’s not his calling, his passion.

He had to get out, just for a night. He couldn’t spend one more hour in that oversized jail cell. It was dark and lifeless at night, shops all closed but around the corner of a dark alley, laughter and joyous noise was heard. Strange, it was a bright tent, the red stripes gleaming from the light that flowed inside.

Upon stepping in, Prince Hyunjin was met with a scene of acrobatics, fire usage, exotic animals, and a delighted crowd who's attention was captured by the daring adventure of the circus crew. He, too, was taken aback by the messy yet organization of the events. His heart sprung up in joy, taking a seat.

His eyes fell over all the actors in the circus. The ringmaster, the juggler, the trapeze artist, the acrobats, the tightrope walker, the magician, and the strongman. He felt his gaze mainly linger on the trapeze artist, a charming yet powerful sight, dangerous yet safe. This was the moment that Prince Hyunjin fell in love. Not with a person, not with a title, not with an object, but a place.

Il Circo dei Randagi became his home. The Circus of Strays.