The King immediately turned his head towards the direction of the approaching regent prince, and he hums in amusement of the prince's entrance. 

"Seokjin, you must pick from these men to aide you. It is but a requirement to find a Sir of courage and wisdom. Perhaps, a dandy knight that'll keep you unharmed?"

"Forsooth, there are a lot to choose from. But there is someone in particular that had caught my eye at the first glance." Seokjin smiled up at the crowd of alphas, trying to look for that particular person he had met eyes with, as aforementioned.

Namjoon kept his gaze down, biting his lower lip and already wanting to withdraw from the hell he must've entered obliviously. It took the movement of an eye as a wild guess that the prince must have chosen somebody already at the silence, but once he had tried to look, his gaze landed upon the orbs of the prince's as the prince smiled at him, and everyone had caught the attention he didn't want to in the first place.

Namjoon quickly ducked his head down, as Seokjin went his way through the crowd of alphas, and when Namjoon had detected that the prince of fair beauty stopped in front of him, he clears his throat as sweat trailed down in rivulets from his neck.

"I have chosen you."

Namjoon couldn't fight back. He may have want revenge, but this isn't the perfect time. He had to act like a slave to proceed with his plans to avenge his parents, and the loss of his childhood and dreams.

"A-as you wish, sire." Albeit an alpha, he shouldn't act all conceited and mighty over the ones who rule the kingdom, and the loss of his freedom itself made him furious.

Why would an alpha need another alpha anyway.

"It is settled, then. Come with me." Seokjin tugged at his hand, and it just felt like Namjoon went back to the reality that this prince who's holding him, is both the key and his cage.

Seokjin let go of his hand as they both got out of the crowd, and the king orienting the other alphas of how they'll be assigned by the spokesperson of the King himself, and the crowned prince's escorts as well.

Namjoon had to be mindful of his actions as he just followed the prince through the hallways of the enormous castle, even seeing the walls that kept their kingdom protected, the distant statue of the contemporary King in the middle of the town square as he kept quiet, waiting for the prince to give orders.

Seokjin was humming to himself, only to look back at Namjoon whom is staring from afar in deep thought. "You are?" The prince asked curiously, wanting to address his escort a name.

"O-oh." Namjoon blushed as the prince broke the silence and he looks down onto his twined fingers. "I-it's Namjoon, sire."

"Hmm, Joon." Namjoon bit his lips inwardly and he nods as he looks at his footsteps as they walked down the long path. "You know what to address me of, right? Then I'll have no worries at all."

"Yes, sire." Namjoon looked back to see Seokjin smiling back at him in awe.

"I can sense you are quite tensed and nervous, Sir Namjoon. All you have to do is stick with me, and follow orders as it is." Seokjin walked closer, only to wrap his arms around Namjoon's arm and the younger widened his eyes in surprise as Seokjin giggled with a hum, and even eyesmiling.

The prince seemed playful and very clingy for a prince. He wasn't like that when they both met gazes at first.

Namjoon just sighed to himself and he shrugs the thought off. Maybe this was more of a butler thing to be this prince's escort.

Yeah, maybe so.