Part VI Asteria: Cursed Prince
Part 6: Cursed Prince (Book 2 of the Asteria Series)
Pairings: Sudo
Summary: When a freak storm blows in out of nowhere and his horse throws him, lowly Prince Joonmyun is left outside a lavish mansion with a bruised pride and a twisted wrist. Surely you're not supposed to listen to disembodied voices in an enchanted mansion...
Word Count: 895
"What have you done Jongdae? Why do you look like the cat who got the canary?" Kyungsoo asks suspiciously as Jongdae waltzes back into the dining hall with a self satisfied smirk on his face.
"Nothing. Just a little incentive for you to break your own curse." Jongdae sing songs, plopping himself down at the table and helping himself to more porridge.
Kyungsoo blinks. "Did you find him?" Jongdae looks up from stuffing himself with porridge in exaggerated shock. "I thought you didn't care." Kyungsoo rolled his eyes, worry spiking through him despite his next words.
"I don't. I just want to make sure he can find his way home without dying." Jongdae raises his eyebrows. "He's not going home." "Why not?" "He can't." Kyungsoo rises from his seat, brows furrowed, eyes asking for Jongdae to continue.
"He's under a spell." Jongdae smirks as Kyungsoo's face contorts in fury. "You fucking bastard! What'd he ever do to you?!" He snatches up the butter knife and hurls it at Jongdae, eyes flashing with hatred.
Jongdae yelps and his magic sparks, the butter knife melting into a pool of silver just before hitting him. His eyes darken as he rises, his face twisting into something darker. "You dare..." He clenches his fist and Kyjngsoo gasps when pain invades every pore of his body.
He collapses onto his knees, swearing and clutching at his head in agony. Jongdae twists his wrist and Kyungsoo howls, feeling the tips of his fingers split open. Claws extend from his fingertips, ripping and tearing at the flesh. He screams for mercy when the skin on the back of his hands splits opens, blood streaming from them in rivers, fur forcing their way through.
Jongdae release his fist, dark eyes surveying the wounded man in front of him coldly. Kyungsoo pants and gasps in pain, chest heaving for breath. Sweat trickles down his face as he stares at the fur on the back of his hands in disbelief.
"You brought this upon yourself." Jongdae murmurs coldly. Kyungsoo looks up at him, eyes full of despair. "Your love now sleeps in the highest tower of your estate. He will sleep for eternity until you find a way to break the spell. Your body will gradually turn back into one of a beast as you search for a spell. Considering you don't want to be rescued, now you have to rescue someone. Until you can learn to love, you will feel the pain you have inflicted upon the poor prince fated to be your soul mate. Good luck to you Kyungsoo." Jongdae mutters as he turns away, displeased by the turn of events.
Kyungsoo staggers to his feet as the lights in the mansion flicker and dim, the carpet turning into a disgusting shade of brown. "Wait please." He pleads, grabbing onto Jongdae's arm. Jongdae shakes him off and strides towards the foyer.
"Please Jongdae!" Kyungsoo scrambles after him, desperation lacing his voice. Jongdae spares him a glance and pity makes a place in his heart long enough for him to spit. "Start with the spirit glade." He vanishes before Kyungsoo's eyes as the wretched man falls to his knees.
Kyungsoo moans in despair as he stares at the fur on his hands. He did not want to go through the pain of transformation again. His body trembles uncontrollably as he thinks of the dark days ahead. Biting his lips harshly, he forces back the tears that threaten to spill over and rises to his feet.
He pulls gloves over his hands as he starts out towards the highest tower, determined to see the prince before he starts out for the spirit glade. He would hate to be responsible for the Prince's life.
He walks up the flights of stairs, mind whirling all over the place. A sharp pain in his hands remind him of his situation. He arrives at the top of the stairs panting both from exhaustion and pain.
The door at the top of the tower is bolted shut but Kyungsoo easily wrenches the lock out and kicks the door open. The claws tear open his gloves, exposing his disfigured hands. He swears and pulls off the ruined cloth as he steps into the room.
The room is so dark that he can barely see. He steps carefully around the bed to draw back the curtains covering the window but they don't budge. He sighs and turns his gaze to the bed. The Prince's pale skin looks lovely against the dark burgundy of the satin sheets. His dark lashes are fanned out on his cheeks and he looks peaceful and serene as he sleeps, a rose clutched in his hands. The stone around Kyungsoo's heart softens as he stares at the prince lying on the bed. He looks beautiful just lying there. A strange feeling pools in Kyungsoo's chest and he turns away, vowing to awaken this strange prince no matter what.
He leaves the room quietly, the sense of peace he had looking at the prince fading into a renewed sense of urgency. He hurries down the stairs and packs food for a few days' travel. He knows it is impossible for him to travel by horse so he changes his boots to the sturdier ones and he is ready. And nervous of what he will find in the spirit glade.
Pairings: Sudo
Summary: When a freak storm blows in out of nowhere and his horse throws him, lowly Prince Joonmyun is left outside a lavish mansion with a bruised pride and a twisted wrist. Surely you're not supposed to listen to disembodied voices in an enchanted mansion...
Word Count: 895
"What have you done Jongdae? Why do you look like the cat who got the canary?" Kyungsoo asks suspiciously as Jongdae waltzes back into the dining hall with a self satisfied smirk on his face.
"Nothing. Just a little incentive for you to break your own curse." Jongdae sing songs, plopping himself down at the table and helping himself to more porridge.
Kyungsoo blinks. "Did you find him?" Jongdae looks up from stuffing himself with porridge in exaggerated shock. "I thought you didn't care." Kyungsoo rolled his eyes, worry spiking through him despite his next words.
"I don't. I just want to make sure he can find his way home without dying." Jongdae raises his eyebrows. "He's not going home." "Why not?" "He can't." Kyungsoo rises from his seat, brows furrowed, eyes asking for Jongdae to continue.
"He's under a spell." Jongdae smirks as Kyungsoo's face contorts in fury. "You fucking bastard! What'd he ever do to you?!" He snatches up the butter knife and hurls it at Jongdae, eyes flashing with hatred.
Jongdae yelps and his magic sparks, the butter knife melting into a pool of silver just before hitting him. His eyes darken as he rises, his face twisting into something darker. "You dare..." He clenches his fist and Kyjngsoo gasps when pain invades every pore of his body.
He collapses onto his knees, swearing and clutching at his head in agony. Jongdae twists his wrist and Kyungsoo howls, feeling the tips of his fingers split open. Claws extend from his fingertips, ripping and tearing at the flesh. He screams for mercy when the skin on the back of his hands splits opens, blood streaming from them in rivers, fur forcing their way through.
Jongdae release his fist, dark eyes surveying the wounded man in front of him coldly. Kyungsoo pants and gasps in pain, chest heaving for breath. Sweat trickles down his face as he stares at the fur on the back of his hands in disbelief.
"You brought this upon yourself." Jongdae murmurs coldly. Kyungsoo looks up at him, eyes full of despair. "Your love now sleeps in the highest tower of your estate. He will sleep for eternity until you find a way to break the spell. Your body will gradually turn back into one of a beast as you search for a spell. Considering you don't want to be rescued, now you have to rescue someone. Until you can learn to love, you will feel the pain you have inflicted upon the poor prince fated to be your soul mate. Good luck to you Kyungsoo." Jongdae mutters as he turns away, displeased by the turn of events.
Kyungsoo staggers to his feet as the lights in the mansion flicker and dim, the carpet turning into a disgusting shade of brown. "Wait please." He pleads, grabbing onto Jongdae's arm. Jongdae shakes him off and strides towards the foyer.
"Please Jongdae!" Kyungsoo scrambles after him, desperation lacing his voice. Jongdae spares him a glance and pity makes a place in his heart long enough for him to spit. "Start with the spirit glade." He vanishes before Kyungsoo's eyes as the wretched man falls to his knees.
Kyungsoo moans in despair as he stares at the fur on his hands. He did not want to go through the pain of transformation again. His body trembles uncontrollably as he thinks of the dark days ahead. Biting his lips harshly, he forces back the tears that threaten to spill over and rises to his feet.
He pulls gloves over his hands as he starts out towards the highest tower, determined to see the prince before he starts out for the spirit glade. He would hate to be responsible for the Prince's life.
He walks up the flights of stairs, mind whirling all over the place. A sharp pain in his hands remind him of his situation. He arrives at the top of the stairs panting both from exhaustion and pain.
The door at the top of the tower is bolted shut but Kyungsoo easily wrenches the lock out and kicks the door open. The claws tear open his gloves, exposing his disfigured hands. He swears and pulls off the ruined cloth as he steps into the room.
The room is so dark that he can barely see. He steps carefully around the bed to draw back the curtains covering the window but they don't budge. He sighs and turns his gaze to the bed. The Prince's pale skin looks lovely against the dark burgundy of the satin sheets. His dark lashes are fanned out on his cheeks and he looks peaceful and serene as he sleeps, a rose clutched in his hands. The stone around Kyungsoo's heart softens as he stares at the prince lying on the bed. He looks beautiful just lying there. A strange feeling pools in Kyungsoo's chest and he turns away, vowing to awaken this strange prince no matter what.
He leaves the room quietly, the sense of peace he had looking at the prince fading into a renewed sense of urgency. He hurries down the stairs and packs food for a few days' travel. He knows it is impossible for him to travel by horse so he changes his boots to the sturdier ones and he is ready. And nervous of what he will find in the spirit glade.