Trash of the Royal Family (Ao3)

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[A/N: Mellow chapter NYuhuhuhuhuhuh]

The Seventh Prince.

The black sun of the Rowoon Kingdom

The gods were said to favor the brilliant prince.

"They changed their minds about you right away," Cale said as he flipped through the Rowoon Kingdom newspapers. "The reaper of death. The rising sun of Rowoon. Hah! The darling of the heavens?"

"What a truckload of cheese," snorts Callen, leaning on his brother. He looked exhausted. With the great Clopeh following him, he's surely suffering from stress. Alver drapes his arm around his waist and pats his stomach like a teddy bear. It's kind of comfortable, actually. The younger one was seen borrowing into his Hyunnie's arms.

"Would you like to go see some polar bears, Hyunnie?" Callen inquired.

"Would you like to visit the Paerun Kingdom?" Alver translated Callen's words. The older brother's smile was mirrored by the little brother's smile.

Callen smiled innocently. "Or could it be that you want to go fire pillar sightseeing?"

Alver agreed. "Both?"

Cale Henituse cringed. These siblings looked the same right now. It's that smile that gives him the chills. Whenever the prince smiles like that, something shitty happens. With this little prince in the mix, it's pure domination and destruction.

"Honestly, what are you trying to do there? Extinguish the fire pillar?"

"Why not?" Callen said. "If we do that, Cloppy's as good as ours."

"He's with you already; why do all that hard work?" Cale asks.

"There's a difference between an opinion and actually seeing it," Callen responded. He squirms in Alver's arm and tucks himself back by resting Hyunnie's arms on his tummy. His tiny hands played with it all while Alver patted him.

They're adorable.

Clopeh may betray them if he finds someone more omnipotent and powerful than Callen. According to Cale's account, Clopeh was betrayed by the white bastard, and the latter went against his beliefs while cursing all the deities.

[Make Little Cale your saint, baby.]

Oh, Grandpa White! What a nice idea!

Callen smirks and looks at Cale Henituse, who appears to be shivering all over. Clopeh can be the pope of his own cult in any capacity, but why not make Cale Henituse the face of this cult? Although it appeared to be a drag, that was a fantastic suggestion because he won't be alone in this kind of sh*t.

"By the way, Callie, what are you looking at?" Cake inquired, looking in the same direction as Callen.

They're drinking tea outside, but Callie's mind is elsewhere.

"Looking at how good-looking Vicchi and his abs are," the child nonchalantly said while pouting with a huge smile. Those biceps and triceps will undoubtedly be developed enough to hold a real sword soon. However, Vicross sure looks even hotter with a whip! Callen giggles and looks up. "But I like Hyunnie's tiddies the best!"

[A/N: Vicchi is now Vicross. I have a thing for nicknames, okay? From noona to Vicchi hahaha]

"Can't you just say it, not in a very perverted way?" Cale frowns as he elegantly drinks some tea.

Alver simply smiled. At the very least, his Callie isn't interested in anyone else.

His muscles defined Vicross' masculinity. Alver simply made a mental note to stay in shape so that his baby doesn't end up with someone else.