[ bt ] maybe they're not all bad
taemin sits in his chambers, staring blankly into the mirror on the wall in front of him. the anger and resentment continues to bubble in his chest, just as it has ever since he arrived at the palace almost a fortnight ago. as he stares into his own empty eyes, he tries to remember the last time he actually smiled, then sighs quietly when he realizes it must have been before he left home.
and now the prince has asked to meet him personally. taemin hasn't seen much of the prince, other than at meals. he knows that the other is around his age, but other than that he knows next to nothing about the kingdom's future leader, and he'd like to keep it that way. as far as he's concerned, all of the people here -- especially the ones directly related to that asshole of a king -- care about nothing but money and power, and just want to keep taemin here so that they can have leverage over his father.Â
it makes him sick, really.
there's a knock on his door, and he turns his head to watch a servant enter the room and bow his head, apparently unwilling to look taemin in the eye. "the prince requests your presence now, my lord," the servant says, and taemin resists the urge to roll his eyes as he stands up and makes a show of stretching his arms over his head.
"alright," he says simply, before following the servant out and allowing himself to be led to what he's sure must be the prince's chambers. the servant bows again before scuttling off, and taemin watches him go before sighing and raising his hand to knock on the door.
