Because there aren't enough Yona fics out there.
Disclaimer: I do not own Akatsuki no Yona
The day starts, as usual, with Prince Hak combing his hair.
The crown Prince whines and fidgets with the silky locks, mumbling about the lack of movement and flow as he stood in front of the mirror.
Min-soo sighed as his arms ached under the tea set he was carrying. "My Lord, I believe your hair is quite fine."
Prince Hak frowns and picks at his bangs, repositioning them and flipping them over his shoulder and then finally –tying them up in his usual style.
He stood in front of the mirror, watching with pale blue eyes, at his broad chest, long silky hair and how his adorned robe fell about his tall body.
"Is this appropriate for the ceremony?" He asked suddenly, unsure about whether or not something as simple as his light blue robe and overcoat was all right.
Completely forgetting about the fact that the robes were covered in priceless gems and interweaved with just enough gold thread to make it shimmer in the sunlight.
"Yes, my Lord—"
The door opened and the king stepped in, smiling broadly. Growing chubby in his old age, the King heaved himself over the steps and began to walk towards the Prince, running a hand through graying black hair.
The servants bow and Min-soo is the only one to notice the red-haired girl slip in behind him.
"My son—"
"Father am I dressed appropriately for the ceremony?" The crown prince asks, turning towards his father.
"Erm…Hak, the ceremony has already finished…" The king said slowly, waiting for a tantrum.
"Oh." Hak said. "Well then it must've only been a frivolous thing—I have a policy you know—I only attend ceremonies that wait for me to ready myself."
"If we waited for you, we would have waited a week." A voice said from next to Min-soo and Hak turned to find the little red-haired thing that had ambled behind him since he was seven.
"Hello, Yona. How are you on this fine day?" He smiled, blue eyes winking flirtatiously.
Yona rolled her eyes and sipped a cup of tea. "Better when you're not talking."
Hak's hand came to press over his heart and Yona resisted the urge to scoff aloud, "You've wounded me with your sharp wit and intellect, my lady."
"I'm sure you can manage, Idiot Prince, with all of the other complaints you must be getting." Yona smiled, batting her eyelashes.
"Actually I'm sure they're just because of my boorish guard. Honestly, Yona, you should really concentrate on looking pretty." Hak raised an eyebrow at her form.
"What's wrong with looking like this, Oh holy one?" Yona spat back, her spine stiffening and eyes beginning to burn with annoyance.
Hak gestured at her and sighed.
Yona looked down. Sure, her boots were a little muddy and she was wearing pants (obviously! Because if his stupid highness tripped over something how on earth was she going to get out of the way fast enough?) that were ripped at the hemline. Her chest was covered with bindings and she had a slip-on red top that she would take off for training when needed.
Her weapons were strapped to her body—a wooden bow running along her back and a longsword strapped to her waist—and the way she moved was heavy and unlady-like, as if a soldier.
Sometimes, Yona thought, Hak really needed to be reminded that she was one of the four Generals.
But what Hak was really pointing at was her hair.
Her lovely red hair had been tugged and pulled into a frizzy looking braid that ran all the way down to her lower back. No one had ever seen her hair loose and there were bets that if she were to untie it, it would look like the blush of dawn.
Hak had always tried to get it lose—even his stupid cousin, Soo-won—would attempt to lay stick fingers on her hair but no one, not even her grandfather, had managed to see her with her hair down.
The soldiers she sparred with always tried to tug the hairband undone until one day, she finally snapped and told the newcomer that if he liked the color red so much, then he could run until it dawn.
No one had tried after that.
"Your hair Yona dear…You would look so much more marvelous with it down, don't you think, Father?" Hak suggested, taking a decorated cup from the tea set that Min-soo was carrying.
Yona sighed and put her feet up on the chair that one of Hak's ladies-in-waiting just evacuated. Yes, the spoilt prince really did have ladies-in-waiting despite the fact that traditionally they were meant for Princesses not Princes.
"The King knows my preferences, idiot, and you should really stop involving your father in your arguments. How are you going to be king if you have to continuously have your father being called to and fro from the palace?" Yona smirked as she saw the familiar ticking of Hak's forehead.
She would wait—
Three,
Two,
One.
"Father! Get this ridiculous excuse for a guard out of my chambers!"
"You're being silly Hak," The king sipped at his jasmine tea with a smile, "You've been friends with Yona since childhood!"
"Friends is stretching it!"
Yona left his quarters laughing as he ran his mouth.
"Oh is the Prince in a bad mood?" One of the servants whispered to her, eyes wide and cautious.
"Oh no…that's just the idiot-child being a nuisance. Don't worry; he'll be back to normal in no time, combing his hair."
"I heard that you infuriating woman!"
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