solo. Wedding Date
Wait for me...
He told her to wait. That he’d find a way.
Minutes ago, he had received the King’s decree. The date to wed Miyoung had been set. Plans carefully planned, scattered in the wind like ashes. He sits in his study, alone. The decree set down on his desk, while he stared ahead.
The first drop fell like first snowfall, when he confessed his love. His lips twisted into a bitter smile, remembering the moment. Her reply could fuel him through a thousand wars, he would be invincible.
He was invincible. Their love saved him. She... saved him from the clutches of death.
They drew lines over his face, each droplet falling onto the table. Like the streams within the forest, where he brought her in an adventure. Where he stole his first kiss with his heart beating in his ears. Like the rain that fell, when he sheltered her while getting drenched. The rain was cold, but the joy of keeping her dry kept him warm. The heat from her body, hugging him, felt like it belonged to him all along.
Each act forbidden, perhaps that was what made every moment precious. Even in the company of their fathers, just having her look at his eyes would be enough. He could only see her, and her alone.
Today. The king had decreed, sealing his fate.
First snow will no longer bring the feelings of butterflies in his stomach.
The beautiful streams will not make his heart skip a beat.
The heavy downpour will no longer place a stupid smile on his face.
All that is left will be regret...
..and heartache.
No longer will he feel the strength and joy to win a thousand battles.
That every kiss would echo his heartbeat in his head.
That every touch would warm him like a gentle fire in winter.
All that is left is his duty.
Duty to his wife...
...to the crown.
For the king.
