little darling sighed, pressing dried rose petal between the pages she’d been pouring over before reading that message. “ i’ll be back, ” promises adored novel, tapping its cover as she readies herself for public view. fortunately, there weren’t any suitors knocking at her door so she hastily throws a simple outfit on, runs a brush through thick, chestnut hair and rushes out the door, headed for the kitchens.
what felt like an eternity of waiting later, sunny nearly reaches dal’s door, balancing a tray full of fresh fruit, scallion pancakes, rice, and a clear broth. cinnamon wafted from beneath the silver lid, an addition she’d made secretly because who the heck doesn't like muffins ??
just before knocking, however, sunny pauses, a bit nervous. at the tender age of seven, she’d called him cute. that was nearly fifteen years ago. he wouldn’t remember that embarrassing time, right ?? fifteen years, and they had hardly spoken more than a greeting. both are from very different worlds so it’s no wonder. the closest to royalty she’s gotten was her good friend and maybe best friend yoona, whom might become a lady-in-waiting. just serve the food, spazz, intrusive thoughts spat harshly. they have never really been very kind to her. shoo, you’re mean, she argues back. tiny hand lifts to knock thrice, immediately recoiling because oh my gosh, is that too many knocks ??? grappling with an absurd concern, feet instinctively turning to act as if she’d just arrived and a ghost, apparently, had been there instead. however, door opens, so now her back is turned to other. shoulders jump, sunny slowly twirling to meet his confused gaze. “ ah, uh ----- someone left this at your door ?? they went that way . . . ” chin nods right, bambi optics blinking. shakes head. “ no, no, that’s a lie. i shouldn’t lie, i’msosorry. i don’t know why i even ---- ” soft, cherry-hued lips press into tight line. “ rewinding now . . . good morning, your highness. here’s your breakfast, i really hope you feel better and, um, please forget i even exist, kthanksgoodbye. ” quickly crosses room to set down the tray.
and the universe is so cruel, because just then her foot is caught up in something left on the floor. and she’s going down, cradling the tray as if it would save her or maybe at the very least remain intact and some good could come from all of this.
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