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THE PRINCE'S UPRISING ZINE WORKS [a smol glipse] for @princes-uprising

01. the princely delinquent

“Enjoy! If you need anything, call for Ekatrine!” She cheers before stepping away towards another table as Leona scans the menu for the meatiest dish the restaurant could cook up. “Oi, frosh. What’s the meat dish you said I could order?”  “Huh?” Deuce pauses, tilting his head ever-so-slightly to the left, looking like a lost puppy, and Leona feels the mild need to ruffle his hair and feel it through the leather that covers his hands. “Oh, I recommend the Gooey Steak Skewers- I don’t why there’s ‘gooey’ in the name, because I’ve had them before and they’re quite nice! Not at all gooey, to be honest. But a bit too fancy for my taste. There’s 7 skewers in one order, and they’re about a foot long, so it’s better if you order only one plate, haha.”  “Ekatrine!” Leona calls, one gloved hand in the air, and the restaurant almost quiets- and Deuce’s eyes widen as he recognises this power. This is the power of his voice- and this is what Jack-kun was talking about that day at practice, that Leona-senpai has the ability to quiet every room he walks into, has the power sitting right in his palm- and that he will never be acknowledged simply because of the order of his birth. That’s a rich person's problem that he’s never going to be able to understand, he’s afraid. “Two plates of the Gooey Steak Skewers and whatever Deuce wants- put it all on the card.” Leona says nonchalantly as he hands Ekatrine a black card. “Hurry the order along as fast as you can, though. Oh, and maybe prepare to pack some for takeout.” 

02. the setting sun- side: cheka kingscholar

[this is a side story of @quillaffinity's heheheh]

“What are you doing here?” right now, he is not Cheka’s benevolent and clumsy and loving baba, he is the Crown Prince. Cheka hates the Crown Prince. “Cheka.” his wrist, small enough to be covered in one hand, is grabbed harshly, and Mr. Pimbi falls to the ground. “Answer me. Why are you not in bed?” He hates this side of his baba- this side is harsh and ugly and mean, to everyone, even him and mama. “Cheka.”  “I- I wanted to see Uncle Leona,” Cheka whispers with as much courage as he can muster, but he can also see that the answer displeases his father, as golden-red eyes narrow with suspicion and mistrust. They told you to stay away from Uncle Leona. Why did you tell the truth? However, whatever he was expecting to happen did not, and Farena let go of his son’s wrists. “Go back to bed, Cheka.”  The next morning, he wakes up surrounded by a retinue of guards.