#rgjunhong

@rgjunhong

Despite being a lady-in-waiting to the Akulakrovi Family, Freya hardly spent her days in the palace with them with the war having her at its beck and call as a healer for the wounded Elvian soldiers. The task in itself was something she greatly enjoyed doing and everyone was extremely grateful to have her. Her skills in water bending made her one of the best healers in the kingdom; also the reason why she was sought after by almost everyone. 

One day in particular, however, began with a serious of extraordinary events. Instead of getting called to the barracks, she was escorted by soldiers to a smaller camp far off into the border and at the sight of the red and gold, she knew this was going to be no ordinary task. “What are we doing here?” She asked, clearly put off by being so close to what she guessed were Suryan troops. 

10: childhood dream headcanon

{ continued from here }

it had been his fault: if he hadn’t been so engrossed in losing himself in the scent of tea (the dry, earthiness of it, as calming as it was when he drank it as tea), then he wouldn’t have missed the prince coming in. out of habit he had attempted to lift his mask over his features again, but it was too late; he kept it there, anyway, crouching down to the bottom shelf (locked) as he tried with trembling hands to close the contained of tea leaves and put it back where it had been. 

he froze, however, at that question -- surprised even more by the earlier revelation that he had been proclaimed dead, instead of non-existent. surely, his father would --

the expression on his face was that of tranquil amusement, if such a thing could exist, though only half of it was displayed since the other half was covered by the cloth of the mask over the lower half of his face.  this, he heard, was the young suryan prince he never had a pleasure to meet. he wondered if things would be different, then.

seungkwan laughs with his whole body. it’s easy to forget himself when things like this happen - it’s easy to forget the boy next to him is the enemy when they’re so similar. “i’m not afraid, okay - but you go first!” he almost tacks on ‘you have less to lose’ but no, that’s not really true at all. he nudges junhong’s back, pointing to a roof in the distance. “i bet you can’t get all the way over there.” 

“A part of me does think I see a ghost, because I do recall running a blade through your body like a kebab after you killed about half of my army.” Lucas stated, crossing his arms. “What are you doing  here? Come to gloat, Shin, about oh so easy victory over Tempestade and how easily we will be conquered?” he asked, sass lining his voice. “Or have you come to surrender and offer your head on a spike?” he asked, hopeful. Lucas knew it was a bit cold, but he had no guilt.

♕~ “But he looked so hungry, big brother.” 

The commotion was nothing short of a security headache that featured the second born prince and princess of Surya. Around them, onlookers gathered in hopes of spotting the royals in between the open spaces of the royal guards that surrounded them-- it was not everyday that the Dragonborns were seen out of the castle walls. Hikari looked at her older brother with a small indignant pout, stubborn as ever as though the beggar she had just offered food to had not tried to physically harm her and though the man was now in the custody of the guards, Junhong was still obviously very much worried. 

“I’m sorry but I was just trying to  be nice...”