"Please say something, anything."

Taekwoon gave a small yawn as Wonshik intertwined their legs. "You're an idiot," he mumbled. The peasant's brow creased and he narrowed his eyes in confusion, unsure he heard right "I'm sorry?"

"I said you're a bloody idiot," the prince said a little louder. A small pang of adrenaline had been running through his body since he woke up, his eyes meeting Wonshik's. It seemed he had woken up a little before him and he hadn't hesitated to explain the situation. To Taekwoon, it sounded a little too good to be true. Wonshik bit his lip and shuffled closer and the prince shook his head in mock disgust "You're a joke."

Before he could say anything more, the peasant grabbed his shoulders and yanked him closer to him. Their lips crashed together as he slanted his mouth over Taekwoon's. The prince grasped his thick locks tightly in his right hand as his left lay flattened on Wonshik's chest. It was strange them being in bed and fully dressed in yesterday's day wear, he though. Under the thick, fur throw, they felt shielded from the rest of the world- like nothing else could ever hurt them. 

Wonshik twisted and rolled him over until his back was flush against the mattess and no air could pass between them. Their lips never unlocked once. Taekwoon reached up and pulled the leather cord keeping Wonshik's shirt laced loose, running his hand over the scorching surface of his chest. 

Suddenly, Wonshik's hand was on his thigh, hiking him up a little higher up on the bed. Taekwoon kicked off the blanket tangled round them, constricting them, and wrapped his long arms round his neck tightly. The prince gave a small, poorly stifled moan as Wonshik moved his kisses to his neck and cheek, giving them both chance to breathe. Although he didn't feel he needed to. The peasant pulled back and grinned cheekily "Still think I'm a joke?"

Taekwoon hummed and bit his lip, closing his eyes. "What time is it?"

"Time I was at work," Wonshik chuckled, rolling off him and looping his arm round his waist lazily. He opened his mouth widely in a yawn and arched his back to stretch his body "But, I'm so comfortable here."

The prince snorted lightly and turned over to face him, hearing the palace bell chiming in the distance "The servants will be in to dress me in a few minutes." Wonshik couldn't help but tilt his head, a seemingly puzzled look on his face "'Dress you'?"

Taekwoon rolled his eyes and felt the corners of his lips twinge upwards "Yes... so, you had better go. Because if they don't come in first, Hongbin and Hakyeon most definitely will." Wonshik looked at him and groaned, grabbing the discarded fur throw and covering himself with it, closing his eyes and laying his forearm over his face "I am quaking, sire." 

The prince scoffed and tore the blanket off him, tossing it to the floor as if it was nothing. "You should be," he chuckled "I may be the best with a sword but that doesn't mean Hakyeon won't hesitate to cut your balls off if he sees you- possibly mine too." 

"And the younger prince?"

"I reckon he would be more in favour of throwing you from the balcony into the rose bushes." 

"Hm," Wonshik nodded slowly, as if weighing up his options "They sound more violent than I anticipated." But he didn't make any effort to move. Taekwoon groaned and sat up, pushing the peasant off his bed and towards the doors of the balcony "Go!" He followed him out onto the stone structure into the warm, morning sunrise. They reached the railing and Wonshik spun round, laughing lightly. "Say you will see me later," he whispered, his eyes sparkling with playful delight.

Taekwoon couldn't help but smile and he looked the man up and down "Maybe I will."

Wonshik pouted and pecked his lips "Will you see me?"

Taekwoon sighed and returned the small kiss "Yes." 

And, with that, the peasant was over the railing and climbing skillfully down the ivy. He almost fell a few times but each time he did, he would look up and smile adoringly at the prince, reassuring him he was okay. It didn't take long before his feet his solid ground and he backed away, blowing a kiss to Taekwoon before disappearing into the brush. 

Taekwoon smiled softly to himself before sighing heavily and looking up at the sky.

"Lovely weather today, wouldn't you agree?"

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Apparently, once the princes are done away with and the King dies of grief after losing his family, we get to take anything we want from the royal household."

"Anything?"

"Yes, Lord Woobin has no use for most of it so it's ours. Payment in it's finest form."

Sanghyuk raised his eyebrows, praying he wasn't hearing what he thought he was. He backed away in shock, spinning round and hoping to warn Jaewhan- anyone- of what he had just heard. But instead he was greeted by two other guards, and was swiftly grabbed with one of their swords held to his neck. "It is against the law to spy on those of higher ranking, servant," one of them hissed, his face twisting into a cruel smirk "You may hear something you shouldn't."

Sanghyuk's eyes widened as he was shoved round the corner and dragged towards the entrance of the palace. He screamed out for Jaewhan to come and help but it was no use: he was too far away from the yard. He kicked out wildly and struggled as he was taken up the stairs to one of the studies, and thrown unceremoniously inside.

He fell to his knees with a grunt and his arms were quickly seized, forcing him to bow before the man before him. Woobin glowered down at him "What is the meaning of this?"

"We found him lurking in the grounds, sire," one of the men holding him said curtly "He was eavesdropping on a private conversation regarding the princes."

"Oh yes?" Woobin pursed his lips, taking slow steps towards Sanghyuk and lifting his chin with his index finger "And what did he hear then, hm?" The younger man fought the urge to spit in the lord's eye and stayed silent, casting his eyes downward to the floor. 

Woobin snorted "I would talk, if I were you, boy. Or else my guards can be very persuasive." As if on cue, the edge of the blade was digging into his throat again and Sanghyuk's breathing hitched. His lips moved for a moment or two, no words coming out for the first few seconds before he finally found his voice. 

"Y- You're a traitor," he mumbled, placing all the pieces of the puzzle in place "You're going to kill the royal family... you killed the Queen."

"A desposable pawn in my plan," the lord said nochalantly. Sanghyuk's eyes narrowed and he tried to lash out, only to be yanked back and held tighter.

"Traitor!" He yelled again "You will never get away with this! The people will rebel!" 

He struggled hard as the lord sauntered over to the closet in the corner of the room and opened the door, the guards dragging their prisoner after him and chucking him inside. 

Woobin laughed and kicked Sanghyuk, knocking him back before he could attempt to get out. "We'll see."