Memoire 61.5 Omake
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I made all the cleaning and translation, not to expect it to be perfect.
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Memoire 61.5 Omake
Hi there in this new vnc chapter!
I made all the cleaning and translation, not to expect it to be perfect.
Repost with credits.
a retelling of the little mermaid in the perspective of the crown prince’s fiancée.
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everyone knows of kim taehyung, the crown prince’s powers. but nobody knows him truly. not even you, his betrothed who had been bound to him since her birth.
you spoke only matters which needed to be spoken about. exchanged small talks that barely held any substance, let alone a reason to linger in either of your heads. and yet you would remember the trivial little things about how his highness hated sweet things and liked lemon teas better than lavender. whenever he’s not working, he’d be napping under the large, willow tree planted by the first empress in the courtyard. you’d always thought him and the tree shared a semblance. trapped within the towering walls surrounding the castle, unable to truly leave this luxurious cage.
whilst your own ankles are shackled, you remember wishing - for as long as you can remember - to be taehyung’s shield. to protect even though you’ve never known pain. to cherish even though everything is served to you in a silver platter since you were a mere baby. to love, even though he doesn’t love you back.
how foolish.
“your highness!” your father’s voice roars across the room like a horns of war, “what is the meaning of this?”
your mother’s hug feels suffocating to the point that you feel like you’re about to faint. but perhaps, it was more because of the dark haired woman with the perfect shade of golden clinging onto taehyung’s arms. you choose not to notice the way her gaze trembles as she stares at your father who looks a second away from pulling out the sword that’s sheathed on his waist.
the same sword he’d sworn to use to protect the kingdom and its crown.
even you know it’d be unwise to go against taehyung just because he’d scorned the ___ house by bringing another woman to your debutante ball. after all, there are too many eyes and ears. and they all only care for one thing.
gossip.
what does he see?.....
it’s the release of the @gottafollowmyrainbowzine!
look out for february, cause it’s gonna be gay.
Iceburg and his ominous meeting questions
It’s easy to forget that Iceburg is a CEO on top of an engineer and a mayor, so he’s bound to suddenly ask dreadfully high-pressure questions during meetings.
Since Iceburg strives to be a genuinely good person, he sees these questions as a forum for Paulie, Lulu, and Tilestone to speak their minds. … And yet, he knows his best shipwrights so well that he can predict their reactions. LOL.
he suffer
“Come on. Dance with me. Please.”
The way he said it, his voice low and a little raspy, paired with his head tilted to the side and the hint of a smile gracing his lips made Sophia’s skin tingle with heat. She’d forgotten how it felt to be the centre of someone’s attention and even though it was just Harry, the way he looked at her made her give in quicker than she would have liked.
She rolled her lips into her mouth and put her hand in his before she said, “The bump’s gonna get in the way.”
“We’ll make it work just like we do when we cuddle.”
Not once had either of them mentioned their nightly cuddling sessions and Sophia had started questioning herself and if her pregnancy brain had made her imagine it all but, apparently, the cuddling was a thing they did and a thing that Harry acknowledged but, like her, had never addressed before. She decided that now wasn’t the time to ask him what it meant. Maybe it didn’t mean anything. It probably didn’t.
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