Iseul who was listening to the conversation of these royals felt very out of place, as if he was a spy listening in on an important conversation of his enemies.
The weaver couldn't help but feel heavy sitting there, he didn't have a word to say, neither did he feel like he was quite wanted there as the other attendees he wasn't familiar with would sometimes give him a glance, not a kind one at that.
However, when they gave such glares, the prince would always tell them to quit staring as he wasn't a worker of theirs, but for the Jang family. It was oddly comforting, though it felt rather possessive to say the least.
The only thing enjoyable about this journey so far was the ginseng tea, still surprised how the prince had taken notice of it, unless he didn't and also liked ginseng tea himself, but if he did... Why wasn't he drinking any?
Jun-Suk only poured in some strong wine, the sweet scent coming from it burning in his eyes, that was a strong wine if he had seen any.
So he was a drinker, not surprising given his unpredictable and rather strange way of handling things, or even socially. Even with these attendees who were supposed to be his business partners and friends did he feel like he was quite harsh.
Perhaps it was for the better, as the next subject came to the death of a princess who was supposedly wed out to Jun-Suk. This shocked Iseul, he had never read about this.
His hands locking tightly against his teacup as he looked at his rippling reflection, listening anxiously to the prince's explanation, did he kill her?
"I wasn't in love with her, so why waste my time and money?" That was straight forward, the weaver thought as he slightly gulped, quickly sipping his tea to not bring any attention to him, but that was too late as one of the older attendees asked him why he looked so tense.
"Oh, I just burned my tongue that's all..." Iseul made up the excuse. He truly didn't want to be in the spotlight, especially not now in a room about business involving a murder.
He could definitely tell the prince had his way with words, swooning everyone including his sister who was supposed to be so familiar with her brother's ways. Iseul however, knowing more about the prince than the prince was aware of, wasn't.
His education truly shun light on some subjects, especially on how he should possibly answer some things, if he were asked. He could kind of predict the future, which made him think, what if he somehow managed to change something in this timeline?
Would that have repercussions in the future? He wanted to find out... But he wasn't all too sure whether that'd be such a good idea or not.
The get together was cut short with the sound of the cold wind swooshing around the tavern, making the prince stand up to help his sister on her feet, Iseul crawling up on his own.
The others were dismissed as they made their way to their homes or their ordered rooms for stay in this same tavern. The prince and princess however, stepped outside, Iseul following close after as the words of the prince's order echoed in his mind.
Would he really be safe around this prince? He knew the prince had his sword with him at all times, but whether this man wouldn't be dangerous as a person himself is the question.
"Lets head to our vacation home, you, peasant, will stay in my room," What did he just say?
Iseul looked up at the prince, before quickly looking away, talking back would not be the right moment as the two siblings looked clearly frustrated.
Were there underlying threats he didn't pick up on? the others did speak with high class words which he couldn't understand half of. Sure he was used to fancy speech, but not of this kind with terms he hadn't even learned yet.
The street was slippery, making Iseul shuffle with his feet not leaving the ground, it would be shameful if he were to slip - at the mention of it - Iseul found himself sitting on the ground, groaning in pain as his tailbone was sore from the fall.
The prince chuckled while the princess immediately asked if he was alright.
The weaver got pulled up by his wrist, how was he so light to this man? Was he truly this strong? Almost inhumane.
"Thank you milord..." Iseul thanked his new lord before lightly rubbing his cold hands together. Thankfully they arrived at the royal vacation home where he could feel the comfortable heat of the flames that would keep the three warm.
"Quick, give me a massage, the cold has restrained my muscles," the prince ordered as he slid his robe off of his shoulders to hang onto his hips and the ribbon. Really... He was also forced to give massages to him now?
How great.
The princess moved to her room to change into more comfortable and suitable attire for a rest by a fireplace while the prince sat himself down on a soft and large pillow like surface. Iseul moved to kneel behind him, slowly and gentle massaging into the soft yet firm skin.
Sure he felt a dislike and fear towards this prince, but today he was sweet... In his own way that is. He took care of him, almost like how most bosses or managers would take care of their employees in good working environments.
"Did you understand anything of the conversation?" the prince asked, making Iseul flinch slightly before debating whether he'd be honest or not.
"Yes and no, sir," Iseul answer truthfully "you seem more educated than the average working class, where are you from, tell me."
How on earth would he be able to explain this? Should he say he was some sort of time traveler? Or make up a story on his background...
Iseul opened his mouth as his brain was grinding it's gears to put on a story.