As the sun fell on Felix's face his honeyed skin became a darker shade of gold, he had a few strands of his hair tied behind as he followed the King to where he was supposed to serve for that day. He wore a white shirt with frills around his neck and wrists, tight black trousers with boots.  He looked gorgeous like someone out of a folklore, everyone bowed as the King made his way through the poorly lit path of rocks, Thunderous was known to be like the burning ground of hell, with blazing fire igniting the Kingdom, with his long red cape flowing King Hyunjin walked with stealth, his guards standing in fear and respect. He sure looked like a Maniac, just how legends spoke of, the son of Hell. 

"Hyunjin?" The boy who couldn't even drag a slave away held Hyunjin's hand.

"Hmm?" The tall man turned to the obviously older guy.

"The jury doesn't like bringing slaves inside the court." He mumbled, the King smirked as he shook his head and reached for my arm, he made the blondie walk beside him as he sat on the throne with Felix right next to him.

The loud whispering made the younger fidgety, Hyunjin was sceptical of who he kept close he trusted no man who stood there, in fact he trusted no one except a selective set of boys close to his age. His expression was nothing compared to how soft he looked last night. Hyunjin was different here, a all new aura of a demonic King who loved the smell of blood.

"Enough! Silence!" He ordered making the freckled beauty flinch.

"But you're majesty! How can you let a slave let alone a foreigner sit alongside of you on the throne?!" A minister frustratedly explained.

"Oh....Now have I to ask you, a mere minister about who I bring to the throne with me? He's no slave, he was a price I won. He deserves to be paraded and perhaps he might even be your Queen. Thunderous is mine, I built Thunderous, you have no right to tell me, your King Hwang Hyunjin what should be done!" Hyunjin roared at the man, his eyes a thin line, his words laced with venom.

"You have ruined this Kingdom, it was better off when you weren't the King, I no longer want to serve you!" The man turned to leave as Hyunjin stood up from his throne, his gaze darkening, he came closer with a smirk. Felix swore he saw the minister gulp and sweat as he fell on his knees begging.

In a blink of an eye the loud defending noise of a sword drawn from its sheath made Felix look to the said direction. Hyunjin swirled the sword skillfully in his long fingers as he hacked the mans neck severing his head from his body. The blood spurted on the King, a sinister thudding sound of a head rolling off.

"Changbin! Take him away from my sight!" Hyunjin ordered, a buff looking man marched in, his men dragging the dead man away.

"If anyone does not serve the King this will be your fate!" He ordered, if looks could kill he definitely murdered everyone he casted a gaze on.

That actually traumatized Felix, he wasn't chained but he was monitored, each move, each breath, the King wasn't near but he knew he was being watched. This man called Minho the one who seemed like a reserved guy followed him. Felix made his way through the gardens, his sadness certainly weighed him down, he used to be a bubbly boy with happiness radiating through him like the sunshine. But now, though sinfully gorgeous he had no reason to be happy nor be smile or a form of energy.

"Hyunjin will kill you!!" Seungmin screamed making Felix and Minho turn to his direction.

"He won't scold me. I'm Yeji noona's favourite." A cute adorable guy giggled.

"But you aren't his favourite." Seungmin smirked.

"Ouch-! That hurt on so many levels. Hyung won't do anything. Unless my real hyung kills me for letting his horse loose. Damn- THE FUCK MINHO HYUNG." The boy lost his soul when he saw Minho lift his eyebrow at his baby brother.

"Hyunjin is sure going to bury you alive when he finds his horse missing. Go find him!" Minho shooed the boys away. "I.N wait, Take Jisung with you. He's alone at home." The older mumbled. Probably talking about the guy he took away that night.

"Do you guys know the King?" Felix fiddled with his stubby tiny fingers.

"Yes. We grew up together. Minho is actually his cousin." Seungmin smiled.

"Seungmin go back to work!" Minho hissed as the boy left, Felix pouted.

Walking tired Felix out terribly, he was a prince, he grew up in luxury with a hundred servants to serve him, on their way back to the palace he met the King, tall, attractive, dominating with his weird eye colours, crazy yet pleasingly soothing. Hyunjin caressed his cheek with the back of his palm, their eyes lazily meeting but not being constant in holding the gaze.

"Why is he treating him like he's going to be the he future Queen?" An Eunuch mumbled to another.

"Hush. He killed a minister for questioning him. Don't end up being food for the scavengers." Another hissed.

"Leave us." Said the King, everyone bowed leaving them alone beside the lake. Felix bit his lips, he didn't want to believe this man, what if all of this was a facade? Then again? He actually had no choice, he was given off as a prize. He'd have take anything this man does to him. Even if that mean being sexually used, he'd seen so many men and women been used for pleasure at his kingdom. That fell right before his eyes. His home, his legacy, everything crushed to pieces.

"Did you have a lover back in Levanter?" Felix looked up at the King, why was he even concerned?

"No. I didn't why?" His deep voice impressed his King.

"Good. You'll be mine then." The older patted Felix's head, something the younger boy adored being done to him. The smile on his face warmed a tiny part of Hyunjin's cold heart. Sadly he was built to feel nothing, to be a blood thirsty King.

"The others would be jealous if you treat me differently." Felix mumbled, taking a step behind from Hyunjin's majestic presence.

"They are slaves. You......You are a Prince. I'm usually not this nice, enjoy it while I'm still here." The older threw a stone into the water, two long strands of his long hair tied behind, his crown on his head. The tight black leather trousers, his black and red shirt that showed skin, the sword with Thunderous court of arms on its handle. He was a man sent directly from Hell, and Felix? He was an Angel sent from heaven. Entirely opposites, yet don't opposites attract?