✿︎ - 𝔖𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔯, 𝔓𝔬𝔢𝔱, 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤. - ✿︎

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 ℑℑℑ

In a nation far away, there lived a young poet. There were many names for them, but there was one that stuck most.

"The Hopeful Poet."

They didn't think that the name suited them that much. More often than not, they actually felt very hopeless.

They found themselves in love with someone who would never feel the same way.

They actually didn't imagine themselves with anyone.

That was until another reckless soul came into their life.

☠︎︎✍︎♕︎

I huffed, drying my shoes with a handkerchief.

"It suits you? It suits you?!"

God, I really was a loser.

Why the hell would I give him a stolen scarf? Of course, he wouldn't take it. He's the law!

I've never been so grateful to be close friends with him.

If I wasn't, he'd probably rat me out to the king by now.

"Um... Hello there."

Are they talking to me?

I glanced up, seeing a man stand before me. His hair was a dark black, a shade of medium brown for skin.

He was a pretty eccentric guy, but there was something that stood out even more.

His eyes.

His left eye was a bright red, while his right was a faded gold.

Why do I feel like I've heard of someone with those eyes bef—

No.

This was the king.

"I couldn't hel— ...and now you're kneeling."

What else am I supposed to do?!

Don't you normally bow down to a ruler?

"Uhm— Hello, your majesty."

Was it your majesty or my majesty?

Why would it be his majesty? He is the majesty!

"You don't have to do that... You can stand when you spe—"

I feel like I stood up too quickly.

I'm so stressed out right now.

"Please, just relax. I'm a normal human like y— Why are you holding your breath?!"

"You told me to relax."

"That's not how you relax..."

"Well, I can't relax!"

He let out a sigh, seeming a bit defeated.

Did I make him mad?