Laurel Prince

Prince Kim sat planted on the jewel encrusted stool of his wardrobe, lazily tossing aside outfit after outfit until he found something that suited him. He was preparing himself for a visit to the Oak Castle, and he wanted to look dapper and chic for his first meeting with Prince Jeon.

"Bring me my golden boots." Taehyung demanded to one of three servants that stood by. He inhaled, thinking of other things to enhance his innate handsomeness. "Also, fetch some oils and...my crown."

The servant started a bit at this last statement. Princes rarely wore their crowns out in public unless it was for a serious matter or an official ceremony. The Laurel Prince had only worn his bedazzled crown three times since he had become prince of the region. 

"I said my crown. Are you deaf?" Taehyung threw an unpleasant, unsuitable pair of silk pants at the servant standing there dumbly. 

"Y-yes, my lord." The servant ran embarrasedly out of the large closet, banging his leg on the door as he hurried away. A small laugh left Taehyung's lips, and he shook his head at the graceless blunder.

After shuffling through countless robes, jewels, and sparkly accessories, Kim Taehyung finally chose a satisfactory outfit for the upcoming meeting. His servants carefully helped their prince into the ambitious choice of clothes.

"Perfect." Taehyung admired his reflection in the mirror, lifting his chin up with the natural domineering he possessed. "It's...perfect."

Golden locks of hair sat daintily atop a tanned face, heavy eyeliner acting as a sharp contrast against his calculating brown eyes. Taehyung's high cheekbones gave him an entitled look, as was fitting for his robust personality.

The expensive earrings looped around his lobes consisted of long golden threads with rubies at the tips. They swung softly to and fro when he moved his long neck to change positions. A heavy maroon cloak with golden and black flowery patterns along the sides hung on his lean body. The cloak tutted a long train that his servants rushed to carry when he walked closer to the mirror with his lengthy legs. Under the cloak, Taehyung beheld a golden vest and sleek black pants that fit tightly to his slim waist. Only half of the buttons of his vest were buttoned up, exposing a tan chest toned via his spontaneous weekly sword fights with party guests. A reddish scar peeked slightly out from under his vest and ran up to stop at the base of his pronounced collar bones. 

Wrapped around his muscular neck--several obsidian necklaces that matched the midnight black of the flowers on his cloak. The final touch to the breathtaking visual: golden boots with black laces that wove around his calves over the outside of his pants. 

Bam!

The door of his wardrobe flew open; the servant from before returning with a heavily padded black bag in hand.

"Sir-" The servant started, but his words halted in his throat at Taehyung's utter beauty. "Wow..."

All servants in the room admired Taehyung's godly figure in the finest of clothes, fit for celestial beings. Taehyung glanced around the dressing room at their gaping mouths and wide eyes. He teasingly smirked, turning toward the servant that had arrived with the bag in hand.

"I see that my crown has arrived." Taehyung whispered. A few servants tensed.

"Y-yes, Prince Kim." The servant set the black bag down on the ground, staring adoringly at Taehyung. With a shaky countenance, he pulled protective velveg gloves over his jittering hands. He then painstakingly removed the golden halo of a crown from the bag. The servant inhaled a sharp break before taking a single, slow, utterly cautious step towards Taehyung. The crown was just as prized as the prince, and the generational object needed to be babied.

"You take too long." Taehyung half-smiled, yanking his crown out of shaking gloved hands. In one smooth movement, he fixed the sparkling headpiece atop his fluffy blond hair. 

"Perfect."

His servants stood frozen, awestruck at the man in front of them. Normally, Taehyung looked deathly handsome on a regular basis, but this was another level of powerful attractiveness and sex appeal. Taehyung's outward charm naturally attracted hundreds to his beautiful castle, all hoping to catch a glimpse of the party prince. 

Taehyung was an extremely sociable prince, talking endlessly and drinking heavily with all of his party guests. Notoriously known for inviting a special handful of guests into his personal chamber, Taehyung usually had many desperate delegates to choose between.

Prince Kim was rightly nicknamed throughout Noirwood as "the Greek God." Countless people paid handsome amounts to those specially chosen ones who had been invited into the prince's personal chamber-- to get a description of the handsome hunk without his clothes on. They wanted all the details, all the dirty--and their high prices reflected their raging curiosity. Noirwoodians even traded their personal possessions for a chance to hear about what exactly went on behind the closed bedroom door.

However, they never got a clear answer. Sometimes, the stories were completely fabricated, pollywock--nothing but fanciful tales of drunken minds. Crazy rumors floated around the kingdom claiming the prince had the longest dick in Noirwood; other rumors adamantly stated that the price did not have one at all. Many claimed to have been in a threesome with him or have had sex with him, both male and female.

Others said that the Prince simply watched from the sidelines like a hawk while the other guests got it on. No one truly knew what happened during these parties, and plenty of guests could not even recall the events of their time in the room. Drugs were rumored to be forced upon guests invited into his private chambers, but nobody knew for sure how many people Taehyung had slept with...or if he had at all. 

Only Taehyung knew the truth of the countless nights of partying and drunken fever that he put himself through within the ginormous Laurel Castle. 

"Hey!" To wake the servants from their drooling stupor watching him, Taehyung snapped his fingers several times with impatience. "I will need a carriage prepared for the journey south...NOW!"

The servants jumped at the sudden outburst and rushed to follow his command. The Laurel Prince acted erratically--sometimes childish--on a regular basis, but his servants could never get used to it. They were constantly on edge, even despising their wild tasks at times. However, they found Taehyung's alluring charm too strong to leave their position at the castle. 

After minutes of frantic preparation, Taehyung was led down elegant, crystalline steps to the front doors of his castle. Swaying string music filled the air of the massive grand hall entrance that he stood in. His golden boots tapped rashly on the marble floor to the ebbs and flows of the melody.

"Hmm?" He paused suddenly, snapping his head up--eyes fiery and demanding.

"I need a cane! My gods, get me a cane!" Taehyung barked at a servant. His deep husky voice boomed throughout the different rooms on the first floor of the castle. The servant returned promptly with an ancient golden cane--one that held a lot of history.

"My...my father's cane." Taehyung reached out for the cane but did not take it right away. "I...did not know we still had this."

"It was found in the lower chambers a couple of days ago. I thought it would please you to use this, my lord." The servant pushed the cane into Taehyung's outstretched hand and retreated away like a sullen dog. 

"My...father's..." Taehyung stood there, frozen in the horrible memories pouring in. He debated throwing the cane at the mirror to his left, but collected himself before he could. The green emeralds that painted the side of the cane seemed to buzz with laughter in his hand. Taehyung tightened his grip on the fancy stick and pushed open the doors of his castle. Noon sunlight kissed his tan face as he glid gracefully outside.

Two servants trailed behind him to carry the train of his cloak. His entourage paraded dutifully to the sleek black carriage that had been prepared for him. The Laurel Prince hopped into the carriage and set the cane down on the seat across from him. His eyes ran along its worn surface with sadness. 

His father...those nights...

The memories came unpleasantly pouring back into him. 

The memory of his cruel father--after all of the guests left the large parties held in the Laurel Castle Taehyung was in now...the memory of his old man stumbling up the stairs to Taehyung's bedroom...

"Shhhwweet sweet Tae Taeee!" His father would slur up the stairwell. "Where ahhhhrre youuuuu?"

Taehyung would either hide in the servants chamber or in the folds of the clothes in his closet, trying to avoid his drunken father. He always prayed that he wouldn't be found. He couldn't be found with his father like this.

"I know you are hidingggg... I won't hurt you this t-time." His father's slurred words slithered through the air into Taehyung's anxious ears. "I just want my Tae Tae...I need him..."

Usually, if Taehyung was quiet enough and chose a strategic hiding place, his father would leave him alone if he couldn't find his son. He would give up the search, stumbling away from Taehyung's bedroom in drunken disappointment. Leave Taehyung be.

But if Taehyung was found...

Thunk.

Taehyung went airborne for a second before slamming back down on his carriage seat in pain. "SHIT!"

Fuck these bumpy roads...He made an important mental note to fund repairs for the roadways between the two castles. Between Laurel and Oak.

The Oak Castle...

It was the Oak Prince's fault that Taehyung was looking at his father's old cane now. If Prince Jeon hadn't broken the pact in the first place then Taehyung wouldn't have to doll himself up to visit the cause of his problems. It made him confused, made him think things over.

What did Prince Jeon do to break the pact?

Everybody throughout Noirwood knew about the pact that the Oak Prince had with his uncle. The pact went back to the first founding Jeon of Noirwood.

The first Oak King---the current Prince Jeon's grandfather---had owned all of Noirwood by himself. There was no 'three divisions' as there was now. In his will, the Oak King left his kingdom to his youngest son, Prince Jeon's father, instead of the oldest son, Prince Jeon's uncle. Uncle Jeon was too unstable in the mind to take control of the kingdom--he was ten times worse than Taehyung when it came to ruling. He was a power thirsty asshole and an irresponsible child who grew into an even worse man. When the time came, choosing Prince Jeon's father as the heir to the land was the easiest choice to make. But it lead to a dangerous vengeance...a familial hatred.

When the Oak King finally died, Jungkook's uncle created unrest throughout the kingdom by rallying a band of revolutionaries that supported him as the next true successor of the throne.

Jungkook's father quickly stopped the rally and banished him to the north--told him he could start his own kingdom up there in the lonesome forest as long as he promised not to sabotage Noirwood in any way. Uncle Jeon agreed to those terms, but made one catch. According to Uncle Jeon's pact, if any ruling Jeon of Noirwood ended up infringing on his northern kingdom in any way, it meant war.

Prince Jeon's father agreed to these terms right away, having no interest in the affairs of his northern brother. Jungkook's father had heavy confidence in the troops of Noirwood to handle a war if there was one. 

Over time, Prince Jeon's father became friends with the fathers of Prince Kim and Prince Park. He split the kingdom in three sections--among his friends, to made a more diversified kingdom that could be better controlled within each sector.

And then Prince Jeon's father died...then Prince Kim's father died...and finally Prince Park's. When each of their fathers perished in the last few years, each wife killed herself; as it was custom for wives in Noirwood to join their husbands in death. So the inexperienced sons took control without any parental guidance.

The last few years had been Prince Jeon, Prince Kim, and Prince Park getting used to their titles and trying to successfully run the kingdom with the aid of their staff. 

Taehyung thought all of this history over. If what he knew about the benevolence of Prince Jeon was true, then what did the Oak Prince do to get on the bad side of his uncle?

I guess I'll have to find out...

Prince Kim gave one last spiteful glance at his father's cane before letting his brown eyes flutter shut. His carriage bumped down the road to the Oak Castle for the first time in history, ready to discover the secret of the pact.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Thanks for reading!

Anyone love/hate the Laurel Prince yet?

Also! If U are an artist I'm watching U closely (not creepily) cuz I need someone to draw the princes for me, hmu if you're talented in the art sector and can draw better than a stick figure like me LMAO