✨️ Heartless Dress 💄KimChay Au 🗡 ✨️

Pawn

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"Hey...hey!" A man said, trying to get the attention of the other person in the room. They were just too focusing on their beer to even listen to him. "Hey!" He insisted. "I know the mystery of the Princess!"

"Of the marriage that wasn't even officially announced? Of course! We will believe you!" A woman mocked loudly.

"Oh shut up! I know this time why we DON'T know anything!" He screamed playful.

"Tell us!" They all laughed. The man smirked staying silent.

"Man...if you tell us...." The barman said smiling slyly. " I am giving you a free beer."

"Okay okay!" He said stepping on the table. "Listen...the woman...is in fact....A MAN!"

No one reacted. Some sighed loudly. Some laughed at him. "What bullshit! You won't get your beer man !" The barman concluded.

"I swear it's true ! This is why we didn't know anything officially ! This is why they didn't present the Princess to us!" Those sentences made people look at him again, his words weren't that false and it tickled something in them. It was getting interesting for their repeating life. They were just out of everything, working, dying and another generation of working and dying. Suddenly it looked like a mystery to solve. 

Suddenly they might discover something the royalty wouldn't want them to know. "She has a beard !" He screamed and they all laughed again. His comedic behavior wouldn't let this look real. But it for sure began little words, little words and hugger words spreading in all the country.

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Porchay sat down at the table looking at the same paper. Kim was trying to write and put his thoughts together on the bed. It made Porchay laugh inside; he looked like a child, rolling on the bed sometimes, scratching his head because he couldn't put one and one together. It made Porchay wonder who he really was, why was he looking so young now. Though none of those questions could reassure him or made him feel safe. His mother, something happened to his mother, he was sure of it. He didn't know who he could trust or who he should be careful with. 

And it was torturing his mind. He found a painting of his mother, a link between their countries and it wasn't great news. It meant that something else was happening, something even more tragic could have happened inside his house. Without him knowing nothing. Porchay was simple, he loved, he liked and it meant the world to him. His world. Now he couldn't love. He couldn't do anything, know who to trust. He couldn't let his heart wander like he wanted to and it was pressuring his identity. At each moment, his head could be their trophy. He didn't have any strength anymore to try understanding.

Porchay looked up, he gazed at the room. He was trying to just live through time but even breathing normally was hard to do. His eyes encountered a little trap for mice. Near the entry of the supposed house, two traps. It was old, full of dust. The mouse might have died a long time ago and no one ever put this away. Trapped between two promises of death. This was really what he felt, he was a mouse. A little mouse which didn't expect this to welcome him. He was in the middle, at his right the castle and all of those strangers, at his left his father and all his guards who would die for his madness, it was their loyalty. Porchay sighed. He began to feel nauseous thinking that he might be in the middle of the two countries, near the end of his life. And that promise between two countries...