starter call for queen munjeong’s birthday event,
with @dalwooseong.
the entirety of his being crawls with several probabilities that come with the responsibilities of upholding the name of the royal family, the house of yi. he detests it, being a body of contained attention; it feels as if he was nothing but the bull’s eye to everyone’s pair of eyes. a slip up might result in a gaffe larger than everyone else in the atrium, its cocoon debilitating for a man ranked so high in the status. but alas, it’s a performance that doesn’t desist even after long past the sundown. not in this kind of occasion. a break is not well-deserved, if there’s such a thing. and for such, he’s resisting the ache in his sinews from all the tension, tedium.
he’s expected to mingle for the entire evening, it’s a given. that’s what he does, relentlessly, giving his best responses to everyone who’s so eager to bow towards him, sending their regards to his mother — who expectedly is occupied with the sets of guests on her own as well. he keeps an eye on her, regardless, knowing that even with the height of security at its peak, they cannot let their guards down. there is inevitable danger that comes to being the family of the descendants to the throne, and so, he’s alert at all times.
however, the task doesn’t happen to stop there either. he’s required to at least recall faces, better if he can do so with names. showing respect in its whole shape and form. so, when he approaches the man that’s seemingly eager to converse ( unlike hahn, he’s known that this particular man is always keen on talking ), he gives the lord a nod. ❛ lord bae, ❜ he speaks calmly, greeting the other person with trained ease. ❛ fancy seeing you here. i see that you are busy. i hope you don’t mind my taking your time for a small conversation. ❜
