8:12 PM | 𝔓𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔇𝔬𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔤
The King throws a party for the purpose of inviting the neighboring royal kingdoms for the prince to finally find a girl that suits his taste.
He’s at the legal age. Beautiful. Talented. Intelligent. But he seems to keep everyone flying off just by his cold stare.
The king wants to step off to finally rest but judging by the state of his son it’s borderline impossible. The only thing that could fix his existing problem is by throwing an extravagant party out of nowhere just for the sake of his son’s non existent romantic life.
Prince Doyoung’s forehead creases as his hairdressers styled his hair to something that is not common to his sight. Brush up, with occasional blue strands sticking out amongst his jet black hair. He grumbles underneath his breath, “is this even necessary?”
The stylist gives him a wave of his hands. “Why of course! It’s your night.”
“Yeah right.”
“Language prince!”
At the night of the party, the prince grows really bored. He tried to keep a friendly facade just for the sake of the alliance his father has kept all the years he has been ruling. The prince would just sit in his study and paint about landscapes or music, rather than be in an obnoxious party that only gave him a pounding headache.
His butler chimes in. His smile is too flashy for the prince. He claps his hands excitingly, the chains of his monocle clinks against the pin on his suit pockets. “Prince, I’m delighted to show you my niece from the Capitol.”
The prince gives his butler a slight smile. He’s tired yet judging from the tone of his butler, this woman might be impeccable, someone who’ll fit his tastes. He always trusts his butler, Jerry. There is no way he’ll be showing him a woman that clearly triggers his impatience. Unlike those that he met from the easternmost kingdom, they are quite, well, brazen.
“Pardon me, prince. But let me pull her out.” Jerry hisses, “come out now! Don’t let the prince wait for you!”
The prince is beyond amused at the sight of his infuriated butler. He stares quietly, eyeing the girl his butler pulled out from the concession stand.
You immediately duck your head down in embarrassment. You know about the prince and the news of the open party really delighted you. But now that he is here in front of you with all his glory and beauty. You seem to get your tongue tied up and your brain puzzled. You play with your fingers while your uncle keeps on nudging you to speak.
The prince laughs. “Shall I take you to a dance?”
The sight shocks the people. The king is so delighted. The prince always takes down requests for a dance and there he is, dancing with a girl that seems to be his very own princess.
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