Hi there everyone! It has been a long time since I stopped writing fanfic, well probably...two years? However, I am very grateful for everyone who continue to support me. Today, I decided to make a comeback, all thanks to the aspiration that I gained from our fandom's talented writers. Especially, littlerosebud, Saenda, Erendyce, thanks for writing such awesome fic. And chrisandersenyuki, thank you so much for your kind reviews.
Thic fic is dedicated to everyone here who enjoyed reading about our favorite pairing. And please excuse any mistakes or weird writings. It had been too long since I wrote something, and this fic is not yet-betad. It will be a short mult-chap fic, possibly around 5 chaps in total.
So here you go everyone! Enjoy!
Thanks for his father's job as the imperial gardener; Yuri had the privilege of going in and out of the castle as much as his father's work allowed him to. For a thirteen years old kid, it was pretty awesome to enter and exit the enormous palace that forbidden to people from the lower quarter like he owned the place and Yuri loved that idea.
That day, a sunny morning near summer, Yuri tagged along with his father yet again to the castle. He was getting excited since he got nothing better to do besides fooling around with other kids from the lower quarter, and he actually started to get tired playing the same thing every day.
The imperial garden does live up to its name, even from afar, the scents of hundreds different types of flowers swam across the atmosphere, flooding into Yuri's mind a heavenly and refreshing scent that he did not get a chance to experience it before his father brought him here the first time. It was a unique scent that was totally different from any of the flower shops in the lower quarter that he knew.
"Yuri, you are not allowed to wander off like last time, you hear me?" His father looked at him and said in a firm tone.
Yuri pouted. Last time, he had gone behind his father's back, sneaking inside the castle's kitchen and got caught by two Imperial Guards. His father did give him an earful lecture about that on the spot. The two guards must have been scared by witnessing the outburst of his furiously pissed off father so much that they let him off the hook easily without turning him in. Well, Yuri could consider himself lucky.
However, again, there was no way in hell Yuri would sit still. If he sat still for too long, he would get bored, and when he got bored, he had no idea what spiteful prank he could come up with later. So, as being the same as he always was, when his father turned his back and began trimming the bushes, Yuri silently turned on his feet and disappeared out of the garden as if he just teleporting.
'Last time I turned left at the end of this corridor, and it led me to the kitchen.' Yuri thought to himself as he took the view of corridor inside his mind as he tried to recall what path he had taken, so he could choose somewhere else different to explore. It was not every day that you got to enter the castle and walk (more like sneak) around. Turning towards the right side of the hall, Yuri followed the trail of the endless red carpet and wondered happily where this carpet would lead him to. Hopefully, he would run into a beautiful princess that looked like she actually came out from a fairy tale book, or at least a prince, a handsome prince on white horse. The raven haired kid smiled amusingly to himself and carefully made his way down the corridor.
Flynn Sidos Heurassein Scifo was the crown prince of the country, and just turned thirteen a few months ago. He was intelligent and possessed a good sense of justice, despite being young. His parents, the king and queen only had him as son, therefore from when he was younger, he had been taught everything he needed to know in order to become a ruler of the country just like his father in the future. He understood quite well the heavy burden of the expectation that his parents and others placed on him, and considered that his responsibility to not let everyone down. However, once in a while, he felt tired from all those continuous lessons from morning till night, and just wished he had free time to play around with other kids his age. It was impossible, and he knew it. Since he was not allowed to go outside of the castle, and no kids were allowed to enter the castle on their own accord. So he pretty much spent time with his sister, who was three years younger than him. He loved her dearly, and he enjoyed her sweet company. But, Flynn wished for something more than that.
Today, he got a bit of free time because Professor Thelio who was in charge of teaching him military strategies suddenly fell ill and it was so sudden that they could not arrange for a substitute. Flynn did not know if he should feel happy about it or not, but he was thankful that he managed to have a break for himself. However, even though he was given a break, it was not like he had any idea on where to go or what to do. He intended to visit his sister, Princess Estellise, but she still had her lectures with the governesses at least until evening. Therefore, with no clear idea on mind, Flynn decided to just kill a bit of time inside the library and read a few of his favorite books.
The Imperial Library was located quite near the garden. That was one of the reasons why Flynn found himself spent time reading books on the windowsill with the window wide opened. He enjoyed having the flowing gust of wind blow gently, messing around with his blond locks. But above all, was the scent of hundreds flowers in spring that came with it. It smelled freshness and carried an ordinary feeling that came from a place where everything is bound by their own freedom. How Flynn had wished that he could someday able to have a taste of that foreign feeling too.
Following the seemed to be endless corridor actually lead him outside into another part of the imperial garden. Yuri was confident that he did not go around in a circle, because this fraction of the garden smelled entirely of lily, the flower of his name. He could not understand why did his parents give him such a girly name, but he saw no point in complaining, all was done.
Continued at his current pace, Yuri slowly approached a corner and began to turn, only then…just then…he believed he saw the most beautiful angel, who was sitting elegantly on the windowsill with a book in between his hands, with his eyes looking down onto the lily garden a few feet beneath him with a longing gesture. To Yuri, the blonde beauty was the best by far comparing to those he had encountered; maybe he was indeed an angel from heaven. He swore he could even see a pair of white wings grow from the blonde's back.
"Hey!" Yuri called out to the blonde boy. He saw him startled; his body leaned forward and began to lose his balance, falling out from the window sill where he was.
Panic flooded Yuri's mind, as he dashed forward with all of his might. Everything on his mind back then was to catch the blond, to prevent him from breaking into pieces by falling onto the hard ground below. Yes, he actually believed that the blonde was made of glass, and that was childish of him.
Flynn was day dreaming about the world outside the castle's wall. He wondered what it would be to witness everything with his own eyes. He wanted to grasp the taste of the true freedom and feel the freshly smell of ocean's wind splashed onto his face, how wonderful it would be.
"Hey!" A voice disturbed his train of thoughts, but the one thing that startled him was that the voice belonged to a kid, and definitely a boy. How could there possibly be a boy inside the castle?
And then Flynn felt himself losing balance, falling out from the window. It was not high enough to break bone, but it was still going to hurt. Flynn closed his eyes silently, praying for the moment where gravity embraced him and his body made a loud contact with the ground below to end soon. Only to...found himself landed on something soft, and to his surprise, it was not hurt at all.
"Are you alright?"
The prince shot opened his eyes, as he quickly turned around to identify the source of the voice. 'It was definitely a boy' Flynn thought to himself, his mind still hazy from what had happened.
"If you're not hurt, then you mind standing up?"
"Oh, I am so sorry." Only when he realized that the source of voice was from beneath him, Flynn quickly jumped up, and settled on the ground nearby. Then when his mind became a bit coherent enough for him to take the whole situation into his brain, Flynn glanced over to the boy who was climbing up on his feet. His raven-haired was extraordinary; in fact he had not seen many people with hair like that color before. The only one he knew was Captain Nylen, who also processed such beautifully mysterious color, or used to. But now, upon seeing this boy, he thought, Captain Nylen's was nowhere near this. Inside his mane of black, there was hint of some purple highlight, not as dark as the night, but the color was close to those dark nights that reflected off the light of one or two rare stars. Taking a closer look at the boy before him, the most attractive part was not his hair alone, but also those eyes that shone out like two orbs of black pearl, only complemented on his dark mane in a perfect painting of mystic creature. It was rare, a beauty of rareness that suggested he was nowhere belong to the world Flynn was living.
"Despite looking scrawny, you're actually pretty heavy." The raven haired kid smirked at him; a mischievous look graced his big eyes. Well, he was about to thank the other kid for catching his falls, but now when Flynn thought about it, it was that kid's fault for calling out to him so sudden like that. And above anything, that kid just pushed the wrong button by saying 'scrawny', the least word he would want to hear from someone who actually look thinner than him.
The prince knitted his eyebrows in annoyance, remembering how his fencing teacher complained a lot about how unsuited his body was for sword fighting since he could not possibly put up much pressure on the blade just because his arms were too small, and as if it would break easily just by holding the sword alone. Flynn had sorted out some advices from his sister, drinking lots of milk everyday so that he could get taller and stronger and become a perfect leader, just like his father.
A noise of someone clearing his throat brought Flynn back to reality from his own little sulking world. The raven haired kid smiled at him, and he thought he should just said thank to the other, since it was indeed because of him that he did not get hurt from falling. Well, royalty could not forget their manners, or so he was taught.
"I sincerely am thankful for your kind assistance a moment ago. I…"
"Thank you!"
"Pardon me?" Flynn shot the other boy a confused look, only to be met by a cheerful black eyes staring back at him.
"Just thank you is enough." The boy brought his hand to the back of his head and started scratching it, "Jeez! That is why I can't stand noble, the way they talk just too freaking long. Why not just cut to the chase and get right to the point?"
"Ah…thank you!" Flynn muttered, his face was still confusingly shocked.
"The name is Yuri!"
"I am Flynn Sidos Heurassein Scifo. You can address me by Scifo." The prince extended his hand, expecting to receive a handshake from a boy. However, he found his shoulder got gripped by a small arm, pulling him closer in a short hug before he was released.
"Nah, I'm gonna call you Flynn, much easier."
'Flynn!' Had ever anyone addressed him by his first name like that, not even his parents or his sister. And this kid, judging by the clothes he worn, who was definitely a commoner actually dared to address him like that. However, the sound of his name being spoken out loud for the first time ever since long ago did make him feel refreshing and truthfully, a bit happy.
That aside, how did this kid manage to enter the castle anyway? Flynn wondered. As far as he knew, commoners were not allowed to enter the castle by any means. Even the noble could find it hard time to obtain permission to enter the palace. Then why…?
"Um…you know that you are not supposed to be here, don't you?" Flynn crocked an eyebrow, eyeing the boy carefully. There was no way a kid like him could sneak inside the castle that easily. Not that the castle was heavily guarded to begin with. However, the fact that seeing another kid about his age inside the castle's ground made him a bit happy. A smile almost escaped his lips but then he managed to hide it quickly enough before the other notice his strangely weird behavior.
The boy called Yuri grinned, the mischievous smile graced his lips again as he spoke "Yeah, I guess so. My father nags a lot about how I can't wander off around the castle on my own. But hey, who can resist the urge exploring the places that you don't get to see every day?" It gradually made Flynn feel that being mischievous and playful was a natural part of him.
"However true it may be, you are still not supposed to be…" The prince found himself scowling, encountered the nonchalant expression from the other party.
"Hey Flynn, how old are you?"
"I just turned thirteen a few months ago, but you cannot stay here, you have to…"
"So we are the same age then! Such a coincidence."
"Is that so? It is truly a nice coincidence. But you have to leave before someone else…"
"Do you have any kind of food you like?"
"Oh…nothing in particular for me. And hey, do not keep on changing subject like that."
"You like sweet?"
"…I can eat them, but I would rather not to have them every day…"
And then the stupid circle of irrelevant subjects kept on pilling up and before Flynn knew it, he ended up sitting down on a small marble bench beside the garden and fully engaged in whatever conversations Yuri came up with. They talked for who know how long, and to Flynn's surprise, he did not mind the company of the other boy at all. In fact he was happy and glad that he finally got to chat with someone about his age. A rare opportunity for the prince, and he thought he could take advantage of the situation to rid himself of any boredom within the four walls of the castle.
"Yuri, you mentioned your father just now. May I ask who is he?"
"Einar Lowell, he works here as the Imperial Gardener. Sounds mighty huh? We live in a small house at the Lower Quarter, and usually my parents get paid enough to not worry about being starved, but couldn't say that we make enough for having three square meals everyday." Yuri closed his eyes, kicking both his legs into thin air playfully.
"So you are Mr. Lowell's son? He did mention about having a son around my age." Flynn remembered talking to him a few times when he was passing through the garden. Einar Lowell was a strict, yet very kind hearted man, judging by the way he held each flower branch carefully as if they made out of crystal, Flynn immediately knew. "I am sorry to hear about your family's situation, Yuri. I would not know…" Feeling like something stuck against his throat, Flynn bitterly thought about how many other civilians struggled each passing day just to be able to feed their families, and fighting to stay alive, not knowing what the next day will be.
A harsh slap on his shoulder pulled him back to reality, Flynn surprisingly yelped by the violent contact as he turned around looking at the raven haired boy annoyingly.
The other smirked, "Of course you wouldn't know. Considering how a spoiled prince like you has never set foot outside this castle. I wouldn't expect anything less!" And it made Flynn felt extremely stupid and arrogant about the world. Not that what the other said was entirely wrong either.
A warm breeze flowed through the garden of lily, as Flynn noticed the new scent that the wind brought along. It was a refreshing and heart-warming scent that set one's mind at ease. Why now, after so long now that the wind started to change. No longer did he felt being cramped by the place he was living. He glanced over to the boy who he just knew for a few hours, whose cheerful personality had managed to rub off on him. Flynn had never found himself laughing so much that his stomach hurt like crazy prior meeting the boy. Little did he know this boy would one day mess up his foretold life, twisting his feeling around, and indeed become a part of him. A new, yet strangely precious wind that came and blew away the cage that held him captive from reaching for the blue sky. The only key that truly set him free.
After a few small chat, the two finally parted as Yuri needed to hurry back to where his father was before him noticing his absence. Flynn's eyes followed the running off figure of the small boy; before he completely disappeared around the corner that he finally let his mind began thinking about the promise of meeting again the next few days.
"Brother, you look so happy. Did something good happen?" The pink haired princess asked, while leaning against her older brother's shoulder.
"Oh...It is nothing." Flynn denied quickly. As much as he loved his sister dearly, he could not risk talking about Yuri to others, afraid that everyone would prevent him from secretly meeting up with him again.
"You have been spacing out too much recently. Yesterday, you were busy smiling to yourself that you did not hear Professor Alkin was calling on you. Even though mother is happy that you have become more energetic, but father is not at all."
Indeed, his father would not be pleasant hearing reports about him spacing out here and there, and especially during class. However, Flynn could not possibly give his full attention to the lecture, since he was busying recalled the great time that he had and wishfully waiting for his next encounter with Yuri.
Each time Yuri visited him, he brought along many stories from the Lower Quarter where he lived and around the city. It was fun and entertaining hearing the boy talked about what he saw and did. How he sometimes went fishing at the nearby river with his father, and even how he got into fights with other kids from the Royal Quarter. Flynn did give the boy a lecture about not fighting other people, but Yuri just waved it off. Well, it was not Yuri's fault that the fight started to begin with. So Flynn let the matter slide easily.
"That red headed fat kid that always wear this big of a ring on his thump, what was his servant called him again?"
"You must be referring to Alberto, he is the son of Earl Manshattis. I was introduced to him by his father a few months ago during my thirteenth birthday party. And for some reason, Earl Manshattis family are really fond of wearing huge diamond rings." Flynn recalled his awful encounter that time, how both the Earl and his son made a big commotion just because they dropped the ring onto the dance floor and a person unintentionally stepped on it. Obviously, it was not broken, since it made out of diamond, however, they made quite a scene and needless to say, he would appreciate not meeting them again for the rest of his life.
Yuri waved his hand, not minding the little detail, continued with his story, "That one and a few others were bullying an abandoned puppy. So I had to give them a lesson. While fighting, that fat kid dropped his ring, and I snatched it away from him when he was about to lean down and pick it up. And of course, that was my trophy." A victorious gleam blinked off within Yuri's dark eyes, like a single star that shone up the night sky.
"Yuri, you knew that taking what is not yours is wrong right?"
"Well, I never said that I didn't give it back, I throw it back into their garden, and I'm hoping that they manage to find it inside some bushes. Or not!"
"Oh Yuri…!" Flynn could not help but smiled widely. Yuri could make him laugh all day without putting up too much effort.
"And that dog, I brought him home, and my parents already allowed me to keep it. I'm trying to think of a cool name for him. He is like a small wolf, with blue fur and a tail shaped like a thunder bold, so I was thinking of naming him Thunder Bold or something."
After a second thinking to himself, Flynn opened his mouth, "Thunder Bold sounds a bit lame, and I do not believe the dog would appreciate that."
Faking a hurt expression, Yuri turned to the prince with his hand hugging his chest as if in pain, his other free hand wrapped around the blonde's shoulder and pulled him close, "Your Highness, please pardon me-a commoner who was not given a proper education ever since he was born."
The prince's face immediately turned red as he whispered words of apology. Yuri just being Yuri and laughed it off, giving the blonde's back yet another harsh pat. Sometimes, Flynn wondered, did Yuri even remember that he was talking to a royal and a crown prince as a matter of fact? But oh well, it was just Yuri being himself. And Flynn found himself completely fine with that.
Then Flynn suddenly remembered he read in the book a few days ago, he smiled softly and turned asides to face his raven-haired friend, "How about naming him Repede? A few days ago, I went through this old book of myths, and stumbled across this name. That name means 'Lightning' in ancient language, and it was also the name of a brave hero who accompanied a mage on her quest to discover about the aer and blastia that we are using today. So I think the name would fit him."
To Flynn's surprise, Yuri agreed to it without saying anything, too easily. He thought at least the raven haired was going to give him another one of those look, saying it was a lame idea. He even said that the final decision was still the dog though, but he was pretty sure the dog would not mind having such a cool name like that.
Seeing the look in his friend's eyes, gleaming with brilliant light of someone who could taste the wind of freedom splashed across his face every day of his lives, Flynn felt jealous. Ever since he was born, Flynn was not given the chance to go outside the castle. He understood that someday, when he grew older, he would be allowed to go outside to the world. But, it was a pretty slim chance for a crown prince, who needed extreme protection, and there was unnecessary to travel outside. Furthermore, he had not had the confidence of growing up not turning arrogant and become a spoiled prince that everyone would laugh at. Even his father, King Finath had not been outside for as long as he could remember.
Flynn sighed; he wondered if one day he would grow up to be an arrogant and ignorant about the world like he feared? His mother-the Queen once said to his princess sister: 'Ignorant is a bliss' However true it might be, Flynn could not bring himself to live a happy and carefree life as long as he was still a crown prince. An ignorant King could not lead a country.
Then an insane idea came up to his mind, a thinking that he could not believe that it even existed in him. He wondered where all of these crazy ideas came from. Throughout those past thirteen years, none of these ideas had even crossed his mind. Perhaps, it was an influence that Yuri rubbed on him. The blonde gathered his strength, turning towards his friend, and asked, "Can you please escort me outside of the castle, and by 'escort' I mean sneak out, because I am not allowed to leave this palace. I want to see the world outside this castle's walls. I cannot afford to let myself grow up to be a useless prince, knowing nothing about the world." He looked straight at the other boy and said with a pleading tone. And he immediately received a playful smile from Yuri, plus one soft grip from the boy on his shoulder.
Yuri blinked his eyes, smiling, "Thought you will never ask."
Had the boy already anticipated that he would eventually ask that of him at some point? Flynn could not tell what was going on with the other boy. One thing clear was that he could truly be the right wind that needed to set him off into a new direction. Whether it was going to be good or bad, he could not tell. However, for some reason, he knew he could at least put some trust for this boy, at least for now.
"Conveniently, I just found out that there is a part of the garden that has a hole connected to the outside. Im not sure why it was there, but it connected to an abandoned house in the Public Quarter. Not many guards patrol that area often though, so I think we can use that to sneak out."
"That is pretty amazing Yuri. Although, I cannot bring myself to accept the fact that you wandering around the castle ground on your own accord like that." Yet, he could not hide the smile that was gracing his lips while remanding the other boy. "However, I am in your debt, Yuri!"
The next day when Flynn had just dismissed his servants and they obediently left him alone at the garden without any further question, he turned around the corner and walked slowly to where he was supposed to meet up with Yuri. And to his anticipation, the raven haired had already showed up, leaning against the stoned wall with decorative vines swam across and messily between small cracks of the wall.
Yuri gave the Prince a small nod before motioning his hand for the blonde to follow. The two kids carefully made their way across the garden, tip-toeing on their feet, and quickly hide when there was a sight of a guard coming by. That exotic feeling was foreign to Flynn. Never did he have the leisure to walk around the castle with his back benched downwards like he was ready to commit an act of sin. It was strangely how his heart was always on the edge of jumping out of his chest whenever he caught a glimpse of a Guard's shadow nearby. His heart beat so fast, holding his breath in check was difficult. Comparing to him, Yuri seemed to be at ease and relaxed as always, the boy was indeed enjoying himself out of all this.
Finally they managed to turn at the end of the walk path and found themselves in front of an old stoned wall, it was quite far off inside the other end of the garden, where no one had cared for, judging by the overgrown grasses and messily untrimmed bushes, must be over two to three years utmost.
Yuri looked around for a bit and began rummaging through layers of vines and leaves and within few seconds, revealing a small hole that was about the size of a kid leading to the other side of the stone wall. Outside of the castle and onto the enormous world that Flynn would be able to experience for the first time ever since his birth. He got excited just by the thought, and finally his dream would come true. All thanks to the raven haired boy.
"Give me your hand, Flynn."
Flynn looked up at the extending hand in front of him; he knew this was the right person that going to give the little push for him to be free, the one holding the key to his happiness. Returning the gaze of the raven haired with a smile, the Prince reached out his hand, taking in a hold of the small, bony yet strong hand. "Thank you, Yuri!"
After walking for a while, they finally arrived at the center of the Public Quarter; a big fountain marked the central of the city square with a touch of gentleness to a tough and gray capital. Around him, kids his age ran around in circle, playing tag happily. They kept yelling, laughing along with the merrily laughter from a group of middle aged women nearby that he assumed must be those kids parents. A nudge onto his elbow reminded him that the raven haired boy did not have all day to wait for him to space out. Flynn nodded briefly before start trailing after the boy. Yuri led him to the other side of the fountain, where a beautiful lady sat gracefully on a stone bench with a bunch of kids settled on the ground under and listened to her stories. She was in a middle of a story about a prince and his loyal knight who went through hardships together to protect and lead a nation. Flynn was already familiar with such story since he was younger, but that did not stop him from sucking in the sweet heavenly voice of her.
"Hey Lune, this is the kid I told you about." Yuri spoke to the lady without minding his manner, and the lady didn't seem to mind either.
The lady stopped her story, turning aside looking at Flynn and a smile gracefully appeared, "Hi there, nice to meet you, boy. I'm Lune, the story teller."
"Nice…nice to make your acquaintance, my name is Flynn."
"You wanna join us?"
Before Flynn had a chance to open his mouth to answer, Yuri already dragged him away by his hand. The latter waved back at the lady, "Sorry Lune, another time, this guy has an important date for today." And Flynn found himself blushing at that. The firm grip on his hand only increased the mysterious heat that crawling up his neck subconsciously.
Yuri dragged him away from the Public Quarters and down the cracked gray stoned staircases, in which he assumed was the path to the Lower Quarter. It was these staircases that invisibly divided the differences in living. He had heard of it plenty enough from the people at the castle, however, this was definitely his first time seeing one.
The Lower Quarter was somewhat suffocating, houses next to houses, laundry hung up and down from one house to the other. The roads were crowded with people rushing to do their daily jobs. Shop carts were placed next to each other on each side of the road, Flynn found it to be a hard time for himself to move through the streets without colliding with anyone. However, all thanks to Yuri, who kept on holding onto his hand, guiding him around with swift moment that he did not get to bump into someone, not that he was complaining. As expected from a boy who grew up from this place, Yuri seemed to be knowing his way around.
"Where are we going Yuri?" Flynn asked when they finally stopped at a quite run down building, but by the sight of people walking in and out frequently, Flynn knew it was inhabited. Yuri pointed at the small room on the second floor, saying that it was the room his family rented from the kind landlady who owned the pub downstairs. He told Flynn to wait for him while he went up to get something.
When the sight of the raven haired boy disappeared on the side staircase, Flynn did as he was told, waiting patiently for the other to come back. He took the time taking in the view of the vicinity and the living of the Lower Quarter people. It was certainly mind opening, and certainly different from what he had seen from the Royal Quarter. Everyone here seemed to run against the time to get their job done and always seemed to lack of money. While the people from the Royal Quarter lived and did things leisurely, or sometimes lazily, since they did not need to work hard for money.
"Hey, are you new here?"
Flynn turned towards the source of the voice, and saw a group of kids approaching him. The one that the voice belonged to was a small and tiny girl, probably about the same age as his princess sister or even one or two years older. Her blue hair was pulled up into two messy pony tails as if she had a hard time doing that herself.
The girl eyed him carefully with a pair of curious round eyes that reminded him of the purple amethyst stone on his mother's hairpin. She caught his feature into her eyes and then a smile graced her lips that reminded him too much of a certain raven haired.
The girl took a few steps closer to him, her eyes still fixed on him and it made him stirred uncomfortably. Until now no one in the castle had stared at him this intensely before, Flynn subconsciously took a step back away from the girl. However, the girl did not seem to be doing him the favor of giving him his very much needed personal space as seeing how she kept on cornering him stubbornly.
"The hem of the sleeves and the coat were made from blue satin, the part of this collar and the pockets were made from white silk. And not any kind of silk, but the kind of silk that can only be obtained by really wealthy nobles or royalties."
"Par-pardon me?" The way on how she stretched at the last part almost made him jump. Flynn blinked, bringing his arm up till his eye level, and true enough, they were indeed made out of satin. Flynn had ever notice what materials were used for his clothing. After all, he was not a girl to bother thinking about those stuffs. Talking about girl, this girl seemed to know her stuffs around fabric and clothing. Not that she seemed to come from a high class family judging by the messy hair and the color of the outfit she was wearing was already faded. Flynn felt bad for thinking like that but he doubted the girl had the chance to come in contact with any of the noble or aristocrats.
Then, another set of familiar voice from behind relieved Flynn from his inner uneasiness. He turned around and much to his relief, Yuri was beside him, hand holding onto a basket with a brown fabric covered above the content inside.
"Judy, leave the poor kid alone, will you?" The raven haired said while pushing the basket onto the girl, whose name was apparently 'Judy'. "Here are the cookies that your mother ordered yesterday, thanks for your patronage, please come again."
The girl took off the brown cover, revealing delicious looking cookies; she took one out and had a bite, "Cookies aunty Yuria makes are always yummy." She smiled then offered one for Flynn, in which he politely declined.
"Oh, by the way Yuri, is this the boy that you told me yesterday?" After finishing her cookie, Judy turned her attention to Flynn, asking.
"Yeah, his name is Flynn, a pretty much so-called noble." He nudged at his back, pushing Flynn forward. Then he turned to Flynn, "This is Judy, her mother is a seamstress working at Madam Krafman Imperial Clothing."
That answered his previous question before, if her mom's profession was making clothing and dresses for noble and royalties then it would not be strange for her to come into contact with valuable and expensive materials. And Flynn knew that Madam Krafman's fashion design was extremely popular among the Royal Quarter. His mother was one of the fans.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Judith." The girl smiled, properly introduced herself.
"The pleasure is all mine." Flynn nodded, returning her with just as the same smile.
Then Judith offered to show him around the Lower Quarter, along with Yuri. The three of them went to the square, and had a fun time playing tag. With a few other kids joining in a bit later, the game was pretty much heated up. The climax was when Yuri-being 'it' and ran after Flynn like he was the easiest prey. He tackled both of them and ended up crashing onto a newspaper stand, resulting in a furious man yelling at them. Flynn was so ashamed at himself for causing others trouble, however, upon seeing Yuri stuck his tongue out at the man when he turned around brought a huge grin onto the prince's lips. Never before in his life until now that had he experienced such joy. Running around, playing tag with kids his age without having to worry about the maids frantically running after him to ensure that he did not going to fall.
In between the tag game, Flynn turned around and seeing Yuri ran after him, smiling from ears to ears. A beautifully sincere smile directed at him that none of the noble kids could ever give him. A smile that spoke of a new friendship and perhaps something more than that was about to come. Flynn could not be sure, and for now he would not be able to know. Yet, the thought along built up a sweet feeling inside his heart. Could it be true that this boy would be able to set him free from the cage that was kept him away since his birth?
The question followed him into his sleep that night; it made his heart ached in a joyful throb. The promise of seeing each other tomorrow kept on projecting inside his mind, bringing him to believe that his world was expanding slowly, with Yuri being the ray of sunlight that would touch him at the first presence of morning.
That's it for the first chapter, hope you guys like it! Review are appreciated! Thank you for reading, everyone! :D