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Verdance - SEUNGMIN
I am ready to collapse my brain is melting and I want to yell but holy crap it is FINISHED. IT IS FINISHED. Please enjoy this bit of prince Seungmin in a Cinderella retelling - it’s not quite what I envisioned when I first thought of Seungmin’s Whispers of Nature story, but I love it nonetheless :) I hope you do too!
Beside being a part of Whispers of Nature, this was also written for Izzy’s (@decembermoonskz) Wilting Wisteria collab! The masterlist for the collab is linked below, so please don’t forget to check out the other works :) all of the authors are amazing!!
Pairing: Seungmin x gender neutral!reader
Genre: fluff, angst, nature spirit!au, royalty!au
Triggers: verbal abuse from an ugly stepmother (not featured often)
Word Count: 14.2k
When a prince appears under your mother’s tree, you finally learn what it is worth to love.
SKZ Masterlist | Whispers of Nature | Wilting Wisteria
prologue.
Seungmin doesn’t think he’s crying. It doesn’t feel like it, at least – his chest doesn’t hurt, his throat doesn’t ache, his eyes don’t burn with a fire like the sun shining during the hottest hour of the day, but when his legs finally give out and he collapses to the grass, something liquid falls on the backs of his hands, glistening in the moonlight.
Not a cloud dots the sky. It’s too early in the night for dew. Seungmin blinks once, twice, and something wet trickles down his face.
Tears, then. Even if he didn’t know he was crying.
With a sigh, Seungmin brushes the wetness from his eyes, ignoring the tremble of his fingers against his cheeks. He clenches them in a fist and outstretches them once more. They shake a little less as they drop to the grass, blades blissfully cool on his skin, and his eyes close automatically, head falling backward to lean against the trunk of the tree he fell under.
This is nice. This is alright. Soft wind breezes past Seungmin’s face, rustling the grass beneath his palm and the leaves overhead, fresh air after having breathed stale whispers and gossip between stone palace walls for so long – spirits, Seungmin does appreciate his lot in life and enjoys the part he plays in it, but sometimes, by all the stars, sometimes it’s just so –
“Who weeps beneath my mother’s tree?”
He screams.
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Crystal Bird - Prologue
Crown Prince! Chan x Princess (fem.) Genre: Royal au! Angst, Romance, Historical, hidden identity, slow-burn Warnings: mentions of blood, war, death, cursing, somewhat proofread A/N: Short prologue. Based on a dream. Feedback is always welcome, enjoy!
Synopsis: The Crown Prince is saved by the Princess of a rival kingdom, and he swears his second life to his savior. A forbidden friendship no one knew of, grows deeper with every secret meeting. As the two are kept apart, memories of their sunset playdates by the serene river, begin blossoming into something beautiful. Cheeks blushed, stomach butterflies fluttered at the thought of each other. Years of yearning and imagining had only made them crave a sweeter reunion. And finally meeting at a Royal banquet, he could only stare at the now grown Princess, taken by her beauty, while she only watches as he gives his heart to the wrong princess.
Prologue
The silent still of the body, drip drop blood pooling in a wide puddle against the cold tiles of the grand room. Dark and red.
Her hands had shot to her mouth, eyes wide. Her fingers muffled the sound of her shaky breathing, heart beating erratically as she scurried back from the lifeless body of her chamber maid.
The guard who’s armor adorned the crest of the kingdom, the guard who was supposed to protect the princess, had just killed her chambermaid. The guard who was supposed to protect her was going to kill her next.
She could hear her heart thrumming loudly at every beat, a hot feeling spread throughout her body. She hit the wall, no where else to go. Her nightgown was covered in the blood of the lifeless maid, and she was seconds away from joining. The guard’s cold eyes fixed on her trembling form, face sprayed with the blood of the poor girl, who had stood in front of the sword. He grit his teeth, look of anger on his face.
“It’s all your fault princess. You have betrayed your kingdom for those savages.” He grunts, raising his sword once again.
There was a surge of emotions running through the princess’ mind. One moment she was getting ready for bed, the next, her chambermaid had barged into the room, handing her a dagger.
“You must protect yourself Princess. They have attacked.”
The shaky voice still rang in her ears.
Before she could question what was going on out there, her guard had kicked in the door, forgetting all forms of etiquette.
She must protect herself.
And she does, grasping the dagger that she had forgotten about with both hands and stabbing forwards, eyes shut and unaware of where she had pierced. The guard drops his sword, staggering back with a loud groan. She opens her eyes to see the hilt of her dagger sticking out of the front side of his upper chest. He curses under his breath, and all the princess could do was run.
She was wearing nothing but the satin chemise stained with blood. A stark contrast of the red against her white nightgown. Her vision was blurred in tears, messy hair flying as she ran, but she could hear the distant screams and chaos happening within the palace walls as she ran for her life through the corridors of her living quarters. She could also hear her once personal guard running after her. She was scared, terrified. And painfully aware no one would come save her. No one cared for a forgotten princess like her, a princess who should be grateful she served as a decoy while the more important members of the royal family escaped in a situation like this.
As she makes it onto the main hall, she stares wide eyed at what was infront of her. A masked soldier. He’s wearing the enemy armor, and she watches in horror as he pulls his bloodied sword out of one of the palace guards, whose body fell to the ground with a thud.
He was a warrior of Bahng.
She freezes and he faces her. She could hear her chaser getting closer from behind, but blood stained feet refused to move. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, the princess could only let out a muffled sob, shaking in spot as she watched the masked warrior step forward and raise his sword in launch formation from a few feet away. He was going to throw his sword from there and slice her neck.
She was sure of it.
It went so fast, like when you throw a ball and it moves faster than your eye can follow. Yet at the same time, it felt like she could see the glint of the sword reflect her wide gaze as it swooshed past her head, piercing the berserk guard that had caught up behind her. She stiffens at the sound of another body falling with a loud thud. Her almost frozen figure and teary gaze, too scared to turn around and look back at the dead man. Except before she could get a good look, she is pulled forward, facing the masked soldier. There was more blood on his armor than she had initially thought, dripping down the steel surface, making her nauseous. The grip he had on her was cold, the steel gloves almost piercing into her bare arms.
“Princess…” His tone is cold, but immediately she recognizes his voice, even muffled behind the armor.
He takes off the masked helmet protecting his face to reveal himself, and he was indeed the man she thought. His gaze is unreadable as he gives her shaking, bloodied body a once-over before looking into her wide eyes.
“Your Highness!” The loud yell of his fellow commander is loud in the silent corridor.
The commander unsheathes the warrior’s thrown sword from the lifeless guards’ body, and hands it back to his superior. Taking it with one hand, he still held the frozen princess in his grasp with the other.
“They managed to escape through a secret tunnel.” The commander glances at the princess once, before looking back at his highness.
The now unmasked leader lets her go and like a string, her legs give out and she falls to the ground, slowly staring up at the man. Her ears are still ringing with her heartbeat, the distant screams and clatter had seemed to have died out and she was enveloped in nothing but silence and the stench of blood. He raises his sword, inches from her throat, his hardened expression watching as she stiffens yet again and stares at the bloodied metal.
“Where does the tunnel lead?” The Commander’s voice is loud, looking between his superior and the terrified girl.
The forgotten princess had served her purpose as a decoy, while everyone escaped.
How unfair.
She was accused of betraying her country, she might as well commit the crime then.
“The tunnel opens into the square outside the palace. They should still be making their way there.” She whispers.
Her bloodshot eyes slowly raise to look at the silent soldier who held the sword in front of her.
“Go where she says. Capture the first princess and lead her to safety—” He pauses for a second, not tearing his gaze from her teary one.
“Find everyone else and kill them.” The man in charge mutters.
The Commander nods and bows his head before he scurries off, and the two are left in silence once again. His grip on the hilt of his sword seemed to tighten the longer he held it in front of her, inches from her skin. The blood that was on the weapon drips down in blooms of spots on her white dress. Her vision grew hazy and the stench of blood was making her dizzy. What an ending this was for her. Killed by the man she had been enamored with for god knows how long. Would he be fine once he finds out the truth? Should she tell him before he beheads her?
Pathetic.
Instead she smiles. The teardrops finally fall down her already tear stricken cheeks for maybe the final time. Awaiting for him to slice her throat she whispers a name she hadn’t in what felt like forever.
“Chan…”
His eyes grow wide as he stares down at her limp figure. She falls back with a thud and he stands frozen, sword falling to the ground with an echoing clatter. Wondering if he had in fact heard what he had heard.
A name he hadn’t been called since he was a child.
— to be continued.