You sat in your chamber by the edge of the bed, waiting for the boy to wake up.
You are the new emperor of the empire of Draconis. And the boy who was laying on your bed, beaten to unconsciousness is Han Jisung. And if you're not wrong....he is the prince of one of the small kingdoms, Valoria, under your empire.
How you recognised? By the family crest at the back of his dress.
Just five hours ago before dusk, three of your soilder came up with an unconscious boy, all cold, lying at the border of your palace. You almost mistook the prince for a female.
His lips which were previously purple from the cold have now gained it's natural strawberry red color. So did his cheeks and the rest of the body, sleeping peacefully under some warm comforters of your large bed.
It's not like you or the prince were strangers to eachother. No. You both have met a numerous times before along with many other kingdoms in your empire for buisness purpose only. But as a crowned prince of the empire. And it would be a lie to say that you didn't find the prince attractive.
Ethereal even. His feminine beauty and that beautifully carved fragile and delicate body is the one which makes him stand out the most among all the princes like a wild flower. From some princesses even. He was fragile and naive.
But the question is that....what was he doing out in the cold and by whom he was beaten to unconsciousness? Someone must've beaten him up and left him to die in the cold. Thankfully the prince didn't.
You were in your own thoughts when you heard a soft whimper coming from beside you. You glanced to see Jisung's head moving slightly, whimpering from the pain and the black and blue bruises on his body that were treated and bandaged by one of your maids.
He slowly opened his eyes, oblivious to you, the emperor's presence beside him, and tried to get up but hissed in pain.
"Where-....arghh....my legs...."
You were almost amused. He had no idea of anyone's presence beside him, let yours.
How naive. How....adorable.