“This calls for a drink.”
*queen munjeong’s birthday party sentences ! ft. @haemoonbyeol
“ ironcally speaking, it does indeed. ” the party was ruination on top of boredom, a bag full of all one could expect by a bunch of poisonous jackals looking for the best bite and the falsest move from their prey —his eye always trained in reading those faces and the way small coughs of displeasure and thin lips would betray even the most believable lies. even the whole party was but a ploy, it was as clear as a full moon night. the queen needed to make a statement, the king needed something that would make him look farly pleasing to the yangban’s eye, and byulyi ?
byulyi was beautiful, as always. not a doubt on that —with the lines of gold in his mauvy hanbok, the gat sitting delicately on top of his hair, the short profile of chopped locks only complimenting his overall figure. his wife was around talking, observing herself —she was a clever woman, byulyi knew. they both were acting in order to survive the cruel status quo, he knew that too.
and moonbyeol?
( moonbyeol, sadly so, was nothing but a pawn in someone else’s games. )
the teacher so would grab with his pretty fingers at the cup of soju sitting right in front of him, giving a quck look at the liquid and the way it danced against the painted ceramics —then back to the prince and his puppy smile. “ so, dear young prince ——what are we getting ready to toast for? ”