“ he / she’s waiting for you.”
queen munjeong’s birthday party ; accepting.
his heart skips a beat, a common occurrence when he hears that his wife -- his wonderful wife; the frequent subject of his secret poetry -- is waiting for him. oh, what has he done in his life time -- both current and previous -- to deserve someone as magnificent as her?
“thank you for informing me, lord hyunsoo.” a hand goes up to his hair, unconsciously, to prevent a lock of it from going haywire. he’s too focused on pushing his hair back to question why it is lord hyunsoo, of all people, and not a maid who delays this message. “but, um...lord hyunsoo,” his voice cracks slightly even though he keeps his volume soft. he clears his throat, trying (and failing) to not sound so embarrassed and bashful.
“how do i look?”
hopefully, more than presentable.
