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* &. @ryxnoyna
for someone like jinwoo to be completely oblivious about the foreign affairs of the yang family would just cause him to be known as plain dense. and perhaps that’s why his curiosity is piqued at the mention of a thai princess (they call her a consort of prince sungjae more like, not even mentioning her name as much as her status) who he was supposed to greet with beaming smiles and polite gestures.
the royals are busy: so of course it’s up to him to make sure she enters as comfortably as possible. he thinks it’ll probably be hard to feel comfortable in such a ㅡ.. desolate, secluded, cold community but he doesn’t make any move to talk about it to anyone. it brings him to now, in front of the mansion, eyes glancing over the black car that draws to a slow and eventually stops.
he takes a few steps down, a look of impassiveness etched onto his face like he’s practiced and he watches as the chauffeur opens the door for the princess, takes her hand and walks her to where jinwoo’s waiting. the latter allows his front to slip at the sight of the foreigner, with an eyebrow that arches a miniscule amount before it falls back into place.
oh? she’s pretty.
jinwoo drops into a bow, full of respect before he glances up at the future bride. “welcome to the yang household, my lady.” a corner of his lips turn up for a split second, almost like an amused smirk. it’s gone as quick as it appears. “it’s a pleasure to have you, we hope you’ll find it wonderful here.”
