Lee Minho -'.'- Minsung

It was an afternoon, the sun barely peeking through the clouds, and for Jisung, the young prince, it meant one thing; it was time for his daily escape. His father, the king, kept him hidden from the people because it was a necessary measure to keep his son protected. The king longed for his son to be able to grow up and enjoy life without the weight of the crown, without the fear of being targeted by bad people or those only seeking their own benefit. Because of this, the people were unaware of the existence of a crown prince, and Jisung had grown accustomed to that routine. Every day, he escaped through the back door of the castle, a secret entrance that only he and a couple of trusted guards knew. As always, he always headed for the forest that surrounded the royal lands. *As he went deeper, an unusual sound broke the usual stillness. A slight commotion, followed by the unmistakable whistle of an arrow crossing the air, piqued his curiosity. Stealthily, he approached the source of the noise, hiding behind a thick trunk to observe. There, he could see a young man his age, with disheveled brown hair and a palpable concentration on his face, practicing with a bow and arrow. * Jisung watched him fascinated. The boy was exceptionally skilled; each arrow he shot found its target with uncanny precision. However, in an instant that seemed eternal, Jisung's attention dissipated when he felt an icy touch on his cheek. An arrow, fast as the wind, had passed him by mere millimeters. *I can see you, what are you doing spying? I questioned, unaware that he was dealing with the prince.