Chapter 3.
The Little Prince.The Little Prince was going to be the king one day.
Jong Woon stood in silence while the teacher explained to the now twelve years old prince, about the history of their kingdom. The wooden sword was replaced by a neat white sword with a silver and bright sheath now that he was fifteen.
The fights against dragons made of plants and dark clothes that looked like dark monsters moving through the night, were long forgotten. Jong Woon really knew now that outside the castle were a lot of people that envied the prince's life, like the supposed guard that tried to take one of the golden bracelets the prince had when the latter was still wearing it.
"My prince, are you feeling alright?" His attention changed from the door to the Little Prince when he heard those words.
"Yes, I'm sorry." Ryeowook shook his head, trying to focus on the words written on the small blackboard "I was distracted for a moment."
"You wish to take a rest?"
"No! My father says I need to study this" He said firmly, taking a deep breath "Please continue."
Lately, the Little Prince had something disturbing him, Jong Woon knew that there were a lot of things going on his head that keep him from paying attention to his classes and everyday duties. As his protector, Jong Woon knew he had to do something, the problem was that he didn't know what was happening.
Of course he tried to ask, he expressed his worry towards his state and remembered him that he was going to protect him from everything... But the Little Prince said it was nothing, that he didn't need to worry.
He wanted to keep asking but knew he didn't have the right, he was a mere servant.
'I'm really worried for him...' He thought while he heard the teacher asking if he was feeling okay once more.
While he escorted him to the dining room, Jong Woon started to wonder if it was normal to feel this worried for the one he needed to protect. Sure his parents told him day and night that he needed to protect the Little Prince, that his life needed to be consecrated to protect him all day, all year. But, was it normal to feel this grade of affection towards him?
He glanced back when he heard a soft noise,
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