The young man was clearly more radically distinctive than the previous men he was aware of. Jongin finally understood why anybody, even with highest fortune, would not enter this unavowed area as he saw a lovely smile appear on the young man’s face. Clearly, Jongin knew the type—highly expensive slave, and if not for courtiers as he is, only one would be fitted—The Prince.

**********  Prelude  **********

Kyungsoo stood still on the rocks across the border miles away from his home. Here they are, above the mountains, her mother talking with an unfamiliar young man. The man’s eyes studied him. There were low words, from soliciting to agreement. There were words but nothing looked like the chatting he called home. All he felt were fates and promises that he never foreseen.

Kyungsoo, though shuddering from the cool air, held her mother by her arm, trying to let her stay. And then they were alone.

“What’s your name?” The young unfamiliar man said.

Kyungsoo felt the back of the young man’s hand slightly touch his face. It was warm and light. He felt a point of danger as he let himself to shut and to listen.

“You should not be afraid of your brother.” The young man added. “What’s your name, dear?”

Though Kyungsoo’s body was unresponsive to his desire to move, he discovered that he still had the ability to talk.

“What do you want?” He asked, as his speech quivered with fear.

“Soon.” The young man whispered in a voice that could quiet an infant and start a war at the same time. There was now nothing separating them when the man grabbed both his arms, pulling him closer to him. His mind slowly awakened as he felt himself falling forward. He struggled as hard as he could to stop him from pulling him in, but the harder he fought the tighter his hands became. From that little space, he could see the light of the moon drawing the young man’s face. It was so fair and handsome like the courtiers from the other border that sometimes visiting their village.

He could sense himself losing in this twisted display of tug-of-war. With his strength almost completely drained, He started to fall in his embrace. He felt a silent scream build up inside of him, as he finally lost balance.

They were like that for a moment under the formation of rocks until a rumbling noise warned him to feel another level of danger as he heard footsteps of about two or three men. He saw them started chatting with the young man. And then a vaguely familiar scent permeated the air. He had no idea what the young man was now holding in his hand, on a glass vial, but it did not smell right. Nothing seemed right in this strange place. It was all he could feel before everything’s went black.

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Kaisoo Royalty and Slavery AU