Ice Prince/Light Prince (Ice Prince POV first)

The prince darkly brooded in his freezing room, feet pacing back and forth tirelessly, boots wearing out the thin ice layered on the floor. That man... Small bubbles of annoyance darting around with pricks of curiosity faintly throbbed in his cold skin- 'How dare that prince... How... Why did he even intrude into this terrible castle?' 

Wooyoung had been like his baffled, current state for hours after reminiscing the warmth he had been offered, yet cruelly snatched back with no explanation. And as much as the aching man desperately desired not to care, he did. And to make matter worse, it mattered so deeply so. The Ice Prince took a deep, shuddering breath in, then breathed the black smokes of budding hatred out. He didn't have the luxury to be able to keep his mind wrapped around a mere intruder- or the delightful heat- he needed to figure out that prince's location and quickly dispose of him before his emotions overtook him again. And Wooyoung was not the kind of man to let mistakes as such occur twice. He felt the temperature in the room drop drastically. Scuffles from the Ice Prince's boots fell in step with the faint, slowed 'tic's and 'tock's of his crystal grandfather clock in the corner of Wooyoung's master bedroom. The prince's worked-up brain was fighting hard against the noise- and cold- 'He said his name was Taecyeon...' Wooyoung's combat boots strode to the exit to his suddenly over-bearing room. 'I must refresh my mind from that one measly meeting...' Yet just as Wooyoung furiously paced to his door, the said object banged open, the force behind the push strong enough to force the Ice Prince to stumble backwards, surprise not quite reaching his face.

  Chansung stood, a metal wall filled to the brim with stubborn power and determination. An underlying tone of uneasiness and unhappy darkness lurked in his butler's overwhelming aura, and Wooyoung's temper died down to a weak flame. As Wooyoung's red emotions switched to a melancholy blue he was much more at ease with, Chansung was quick enough to invade the prince's personal space- and clutch and throw Wooyoung's back roughly against the wall. A loud bang resounded as the collision ensued, the air tinted somber. The prince winced at the hard grip on his shoulders, the searing heat in stark contrast to the equally searing cold taking awful delight in pressing its cold fingertips to his back.   The sudden turn of events flicked off the Ice Prince's logical brain functions and the seemly ever-present anxiety wrapped its swirly black, unrelenting grip around Wooyoung's neck.    He flinched against the hard wall as Chansung's clasp on his slim shoulders miraculously became more intense, the dull pain of the grip being too hard setting into the prince's bones.   The trapped young and proud man flittered his black eyes to his butler's as his head rang bells of protests against doing so. But refusal to back down lifted the cold eyes that matched Chansung's narrow, pensive slits. Numerous questions were at the tip of the Ice Prince's sharp tongue, but the moment he opened his mouth Chansung's impatient dominance flared up, causing Wooyoung to snap his mouth shut.    "... Wooyoung." The dangerous tone oozed from his unstable butler's tongue- slow and deep, syrupy, even.  The said man compressed his small shiver of anticipation and his blank, unfeeling face didn't flinch, or move a muscle. Instead, the Ice Prince raised one black eyebrow, arched to showcase mild interest.    "Listen to me, and listen carefully. I already know about the intrusions from the two princes-"   Wooyoung felt a small prick of dismal stab his side. 'I didn't notice the other prince's arrival... When did he... The Dark Prince is still in this castle? The nerve of them- they must be together on this plot, they are scheming to do something behind my back-'   "LISTEN TO ME!" The husky low half-yell expeditiously slithered into the prince's ears. The pulsating of the Ice Prince's pessimism etched in his DNA thudded along with the unfeeling nature of the Ice Prince. Despite the unnerving sight of his usually calm and collected butler, Wooyoung merely huffed, meeting his hard eyes with Chansung's own. And he listened. A deep and weary sigh incorporated itself into Chansung's dwindling voice, previous dominance and commanding aura weakening.    "Look. I know you're going to upset about this, but you and I are going to let them stay."    Wooyoung let the words sink in for a moment. Then as the heavy stone of realization sank deep into his stomach, the prince immediately frowned, wrinkled lines appearing on his pale forehead.   "... Excuse me?" A dark cloud passed over Wooyoung's passive face.    "... We are going to let them stay. The two princes. I overheard your conversation with Ok Taecyeon. See? I have been listening. And I can see that you are none too pleased with having intruders claiming to yearn for romance, but with that assault- no, assassination I witnessed this morning..." Chansung trailed off, his grip on Wooyoung's shoulder loosening as he tried to quickly formulate an idea on how to hinder the rage budding from the Ice Prince.    The butler could already feel the essence of the familiar cold envelop the two. Sharp shards of ice started to imbed themselves into Chansung's black sleeves. Wincing inwardly at the pain, the butler dared to peek at the Ice Prince's face. Wholly unconcern and dark stubbornness shone back at him. But Chansung could identify the tiny cracks in the porcelain mask of unseen anger. He could feel Wooyoung's guilt emanating off, and Chansung briefly reminisced the vivid memory of the prince coldly rejec