He supposed that he could not really blame the man. After all, he should have known that something was going to go horrible wrong. He had gotten that...feling which he proceeded to brush aside like an idiot. In all reality, there was not really a day of rest for him. Despite the fact that his father never allowed him out of the palace, that did not mean that he did not try to get out.

Unfortunately it was a lot more complicated then one may think. He did manage to get outside, but never past the gates. It was really more annoying then anything else at this point. When he wasn't vainly attempting to escape, he was shoved with more study work then anyone should ever be doomed to have. He knew that his father thought that it would curb his free time in order to go wandering about, but he underestimated him greatly. There would always be time for him to try and leave.

It was something that irked him to no end, and he and his father had many arguments about it, which usually ended up in his cheek red, and his body trembling at his father's wrath, flames licking at the wound, and him locked in his room for an undetermined amount of time. His father claimed that he was supposed to be taking over the kingdom, which in his mind meant that he should actually go see the kingdom.

Unfortunately, it would seem on he and MinHyun were of a similar agreement on that, as his father vehemently refused to allow it.

He could say that it was just because his father was ridiculously overprotective. He doubted it, though, because despite refusing to allow him to wander the palace, he never actually kept an eye on him. His servant, MinHyun, reported to his father but he was not exactly the most capable in the fighting arena. Jokull had been the one to train him, after all. He was also not an idiot.

He knew that Minhyun had been placed with him for his father to keep tabs on him, but what confused him further was the lack of training that Minhyun had despite his father claiming the other boy was to be with him for protection.

Yes, he had his magic, but that was only capable of taking someone so far. They needed to be properly trained if they wished to protect someone.

Yingxue could not deny that he was somewhat grateful for the lack of training that Minhyun had despite everything. After all, that helped him spend some quality time with his 'body guard'. Which in turn had slowly turned Minhyun's loyalty from the King to himself. Yet another thing that he was grateful for, though he knew that it would through the King all out of sorts should he find out, so he and Minhyun had tread very carefully to ensure that he did not suspect anything.

Though in all honesty, he had beginning to suspect things long before Minhyun had been assigned to him for his supposed safety. After all, he looked nothing like his father or anyone within the palace. He had silver white hair, and yet his father had dark black, with hints of red, even their powers were total opposites, though he did not speak his suspicions to his father. There was also many other things, the least of which included that his father refused to speak of his history. He could not remember much before waking up in the palace, and at the beginning he had seen the wary and hostile glances from the servant personal. He had managed to shove the feelings aside, but his father refused to speak on anything but the future.

Perhaps fitting for a king. Yingxue just knew something was off. He...he did not really know what, and unfortunately his memory remained just as foggy as it had when he just woke up now years later. It was rather frustrating, but he did not care too much enough to bother with it.

Minhyun was what Yinxue would consider his closest friend, and despite the tense nature of relations that the young Prince had with everyone else, he felt as long as Minhyun was with him, he was fine. He had become quite dear to him, actually...though...he supposed saying that he was his closest friend was a bit of a stretch considering that the young Prince had not exactly known anyone else to be friends.

Many people were too frightened him, as a general rule, and even after Yingxue had begun to keep his magic to himself, he found that even still, many were frightened of making friends with a Prince. He understood, but he had been quite lonely before Minhyun had come around. Now that he had though, the Prince had gotten used to many things.

First and foremost was the fact that every morning without fail, Minhyun would wake him wiht a screech and a good morning. While it was a rather abrupt way of waking up...he had to admit that it was not the worst good morning wake up call that he could have been forced through.

He had water poured over him a few times by his irate father when he was late, so, being woken by a shout and high pitched squeals was the better option. Which was also why he instantly knew that this was going to be a bad day. A'Xue had suspected that something would happen, more then likely something very, very bad, when Minhyun had not come to greet him instantly, as he normally did.

In fact, it was a good hour and a half past the time that Minhyun would usually wake him, something he only noticed when he felt the sun streak across his closed eyelids. The realization left him bolt upright in his bed only to be faced with a knife at his neck and a stranger with a hooded face staring at him, eyes dark, but not...not angry or hostile, which confused him.

He stared into the eyes of the person who held the weapon at his throat, he did not really dare to breathe. What were they doing here? Was Minhyun okay? Why was...He did not think too much as the other person finally spoke.

"Who are you?" the person whispered, their head tilting to the side. A'Xue almost wanted to laugh, both out of shock, irritation, and fright, but just barely managed to refrained himself.

Really though, it was such a stupid question. This person managed to sneak their way into the palace, get all the way to his rooms, Minhyun was likely dispatched elsewhere or otherwise incapacitated, perhaps even dead, and yet this person had no idea who the one they held at knife point was? What sort of ridiculousness was this?

The Prince did not even know if they wanted him to truly even answer that question.

Whether they wanted to or not his voice failed him once they extended their free hand to trace the silver circlet which he wore. He swallowed nervously as the cold fingers traced the silver metal, his entire body alight with fear all of a sudden.

What was this person doing? They had come here to either kidnap him or kill him and yet it seemed as though they were toying with him instead.

"Why do you have this?" They asked. Their voice was low, and it was scarcely a whisper, but it held a tinge of an edge at this question. Jökull did not know what to do, so he just looked away, unable to look the stranger in the eyes. It was not as though he could answer the question anyways. He had it with him from the beginning of his memories. What more did they want from him.

He felt a slap to his face, and his head jerked to the side, his eyes flew open wide with shock. They...They really slapped him? How was he to make sense of that? It was different, though, from when his father would slap him and he would feel pain flooding through his cheek as his father's fire coursed it's way around the edges of where his hand had made contact with his skin until finally fading completely. In all honesty, compared to his father's lovely hits, this was nothing.

"How did you get it?" The person snarled at him. He breathed heavily, his breath coming out in puffs of air as his panic began to finally get the best of him.

Before, when he had woken, the infiltrator had seemed confused but calm. To the point where he had not believed he was in too much danger. Now, though, now they were angry. Very much angry. Over his circlet apparently. As though he had not been set on edge before, and now, he was spiraling off an abyss as fear curled it's talons about his body, wringing him of all he had.

"Why do you even..." Before he could say another word vines ripped the man off of him and flung him through the air, leaving A'Xue's breath to escape him in a sudden rush. Such a sheer heavy weight of relief flooded him that he did not know how to breathe for but a few moments.

Minhyun was alive, and had quickly ripped the man off of him...Thank the Gods.