The man looked at the child in the arms of the maid with cold crimson eyes, dull, and soulless, ones to make everyone around him tremble in fear of getting caught within them, the child in the maidservent's arms was just born a few minutes ago, however— he hasn't shed a tear. instead he was sleeping soundly, well, alive, and breathing.

He, the child had a full head of platinum hair, that was still wet because of how the maids rushed to clean him up before The arrives. it curled around his Pale still with a tint of deep red skin, he had long blonde lashes that twitched along with his eyelids, the tiny hands that were all clutched in.

he was a beautiful, bursting with health baby boy, nevertheless he was definitely on the smaller side.

As The man moved closer to the child, and in an immediate response, the maid holding him, held him tighter, and with protectiveness, as if he was her own-

for it was only a right act of instinct.

he the king was fully prepared to snap the child's neck, his cue being the moment he comes to hear him cry.

This was the firstborn boy that was a spitting image of the late grandfather when he was young.

his crimson eyes nearly flickered in the dim, and spacious room, where the maids were aligned and parted, frozen in their positions along with the few guards.

they who didn't dare to avert their eyes from the ground, stood silent knowing exactly what to expect,

unless.

♦ a time before, and in a entirely different world ♦

His life's to be described as an average student's. Been an only child, who was very hardworking, he had completely ignored his mental instability.

work first, feel and think later

in result there were his impressive accomplishments.

A family of two that cared about him, and treated him well, to the point where he couldn't remember the last time he's ever gotten scolded by them, or them raising a hand on him.

Overall his Life would fit under the simple, short description of the word -bland-

at the subway station, He.

waiting by the lane for the train to arrive.

The male kept his eyes, and fingers busy with his cellphone checking random news, and the weather.

Nothing out of the ordinary, the world was in chaos, as always.

Glancing to the direction of the train upon hearing the sound of the constantly increasing crisp chugging noises as it got closer.

Taking a heavy step forward, not crossing the lined yellow tape on the floor.

"You dropped something." Said an owner of an unknown voice, one that was filled with smug along with an almost hippyish dialect.

Hard to forget.

The brunette turned around to look at him, unsure if he's talking to him or to someone else, seeing how he was facing him, he naturally took it as if he was indeed the one expecting a reply from.

The mono-lidded eyes that were once relaxed and tired, widened when a firm hand came in contact with the center of his chest, heart-beats getting louder and faster, like it's competing with the rumbling of the train.

and in a flash his body got pushed back with such strong force "h..?——"

The Last thing he felt was the numb yet sharp pain of his body clashing against the hard ground, and the cold of the train's metal rail against his back.

it followed by hearing the sound of his own bones getting crushed.

'I was crushed to death.'

♦ ♦

'And now I'm here , surrounded by this oddly comforting darkness, is this what comes after death?'

He turned around continuing to scan the dark space.

'..Emptiness.'

He was in disbelief, yet spent no efforts trying to convince himself of believing it.

He lifted his semi-translucent limbs upwards, clenching and unclenching.

The boy only sat down in silence, contemplating.

"It's a little.." his deep voice echoed in the void.

"Lonesome." He shut his eyes closed.

The whole situation bore a nerve racking truth, not that he has live nerves that could be racked at the moment, playing the already damaged tape of memories Over and over again, as that was all what he had left in the end.

sensed time like it was passing fairly quickly, and terribly slowly at once.

This instant ambience was particularly dissimilar, he had the sense as if he was alive again, in a body that wasn't his, how bizarre it was.

Noises slowly becoming less muffled as they seeped into his ears.

"Give it to me" A prominent low voice of a man spelt out.

He furrowed, being unable to move his limbs, wobbly lowering his sight, to check his hands '!!-'

They were so tiny, round and a bit wrinkly even, alike of a newborn's.

'am I dreaming of the past?' He pondered for a second.

Feeling irritation as gentle breeze passed across his eyes, causing him to involuntarily close them again.

That's when it hit him. 'Wait..'

'Did I just feel something?'

He was aware of the arms holding him, ones that he felt awfully small and vulnerable in.

Then theirs were shaking, warm, and sweaty— if he would add.

The sleeves were clothed with a fabric that would make his skin itchy each time it ever so slightly brushed against him.

'Is my mind making all this up?'

Right after, we were on the move. 'It would make sense, if these were mere delusions.'

They took hurried steps to the front, the person appeared to be very..terrified, He could nearly hear her heart beating out of her chest, stopping briefly as to glance down at him.

'Well, This is an interesting experience for the least..I guess.'

He motioned his head to where he thought is facing them with an unfazed expression, unaware of what he got himself into.

'if it was a dream would've woken up long time ago, surely I'm not in a coma since I felt my every inch of my body get crushed..' his small body shivered repeatedly as he remembered the scene.

feeling agitated by the person who killed him, 'I'm pretty sure There isn't people who hold grudges against me, not to the point where they'd murder me in public.'

Snapping out of his thoughts, Once again, he tried to open his eyes to look at his surroundings, seemingly an interior of a mansion, his mouth gaped into an 'o' as his eye* scanned up at the blinding ceiling.

'uh oh, am I drooling-' his transportation stopped, therefore it meant that they Arrived at the destination.

The room that was entered, was yet an other spacious one, the main piece of furniture was a crib,

He was overwhelmed, still trying to make this pass as a delusion 'I must really be shocked to the point of..'

the maidservant gently placed the child down at his crib, she sighed "you poor child, just who knows what it be fortune or misfortune that's going to be waiting for you in the future." She spoke with such a considerate tone, her voice soothing the hearer's ears as she wiped the mouth of our male lead with a pitiful smile.

'What's the worse that could happen to me? I've already died once, now I find myself in this ridiculous mansion, with no game guide or whatever.'

'At least they're all treating me well, But I still feel a little unsafe.'

♦- -♦

"omo , omo , omo! How adorable ! Just look at him, he's a little angel." her eyes were sparkling, which meant that she was sincere for the least, and so were the other maidservants swooning around the crib.

'I have yet to have the chance to see how I looked like, and I can wiggle my hands, and feet a bit now.'

As for his left eye, he couldn't seem to manage to open it. 'it still won't open...Did I forget how to open my own eyes?'

The maidservant expression suddenly changed to an anxious, and troubled one, the child looked up at her as she said " however..shouldn't we summon a doctor, his left eye still won't open all though it's been a week now !"

The other maidservants agreed with a vigorous nod.

"he also haven't cried at all." An other maid added.

"doesn't that mean that he's just healthy? " while an other one said

"hmph, that's probably because you haven't seen a child genius like him before!"

the maid held the child gently, wrapping him in a couple of blankets. and she looked down at him as if she's thinking of what to do now .

"Who are you kidding, it clearly means that he's mute." One bluntly stated.

Her statement filled the Room with silence for a while.

"Then when his majesty finds out about this he would be dead sooner than—"

"You watch your trap!" The main maid put an end to her talk.

And so they ended up taking the child to the head doctor, and the doctor announced that he was rather healthy, with a small percent of him to be mute, and for his eye could take an other week "if not he shall be brought back for an other check up. "

Apparently, the king ended up finding out about it that day, and he came for a visit. From that day and on , his father always carried him around.

It was easy for the child to notice the sneaky glances, and stares of terror from the passerby's, when they arrived to a room with an enormous golden door, which suddenly got opened by the guards, he felt the strong air drift outside, turning his head to his left, and looking forward to what appeared to be a Throne, it was now confirmed

'I got reincarnated as the king's son.'

the guards were lined up and parted in their positions, one might come aware of their nervousness peeking through their Stoney expressions.

The king strode in the middle past them, and to his throne, they bowed and didn't lift their heads until his father sat on his throne, and made a hand gesture.

Now in the king's arms, while he's sitting on the throne, it was a good chance to admire and memorize his features.

he had flawless, healthy skin, a pair of crimson eyes, that made the child ponder if he got them from him too, he had raven neck-length hair, and sword shaped eyebrows.

he looked down at the child with his usual soulless gaze, they exchanged an eye to eye contact, before the little one closed his eye* and gave in to sleep.

waking up shortly after getting disturbed to the sound of an argument.

"Y-Your majesty, this is inappropriate that child shouldn't sit on the throne with You!"

An unfamiliar old man said while wiping his sweaty forehead with a handkerchief.

The king seemed completely unbothered, resting his otherworldly face on his hand, eyes aimlessly looking to the front.

The young one's light eyebrows knitted as he gathered my determination to try practicing my speaking skills 'it might be a little early, but let's see what you can do!'

The tiny mouth parted as he began his experiment to discover if any voice would come out "..a..u..".

That's when their eyes locked, his crimson orbs widening ever so slightly as he met the smaller ones*, the child tilted his head, it being the first time he saw this expression from him, he was a little startled.

'oh, my other eye finally opened.' He was glad, as it was a bit uncomfortable for him to keep using one eye.

The crimson eyed king stood up "silence."

He commanded, in a voice deep and low yet loud enough to send shiver down the small spine.

The old man gulped, and quickly kneeled down on the floor, to the point where it let out a loud thud.

he started begging for forgiveness, though it seemed like it was too late for that now.

His father unemotionally, once again used a hand gesture to the guards.

And shortly after, they had taken the man, whilst the father and son made their way out, Paying no mind to the desperate pleads that followed them to the hall.

now sitting in a different room, one could easily guess that it was where it happened, a king's duties. on the desk, paperworks piled up neatly, he sat on his seat and rubbed his forehead, the firm shoulders slowly relaxing against the chair.

Here the platinum head could only dully stare up at his father for a good time, his eyes looked more gentle this time, one could see the little spark in them for once.

a big hand interrupted the little one's daze when it came to cup the plump cheeks, and positioned his face back to the front

"You are mine."

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