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[haeseora]

curious and curiouser ;

“marriage, what a curious thing.” 

her words seem to drift off, a twinge of melancholy dripping from each syllable. it was once a dream for seora to get married. that was all she ever wanted when she was younger. to fall in love in such a way that would knock her off her feet. to marry the man of her dreams. perhaps even create a family of her own, one that was filled with nothing but the essence of love itself. 

but fate was a cruel thing. 

there was a time in her life when she was in love. a time when she was certain that she would get her happy ending. the man of her dreams was certainly going to be hers. there was no one that could deny her of that. no one but the king. 

and then came the jealousy. the feelings that grasped her in its thin finger and refused to let her go. but seora could not harbor those feelings for long. it was wrong. especially when they were targeted towards her sisters.

it seemed unfair, really. to have these marriages forced upon her siblings when she was more than willing to get married. but now, she had the belief that she was never going to get married. and while she would never admit it, it bothered her greatly. 

a small sigh slips past the confines of her lips, her slender fingers gripping her cup. “do you ever wish to be married?” 

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[haehahn-blog]

ring of fire.

a starter of no specific occasion, with @sevlhae.

sinks himself into the threnody that lasts too long; this world is a cocoon spilling with suffering, although he knows that his brand of pain is naught compared to the commoners filed at the bottom of the caste. nevertheless, in a kingdom where he perches inexorably high in terms of the strata, there are still woes that wither in the background. subtle enough to go unseen underneath all the hustle and bustle of the palace’s celebrations; as long as he can meander his way through the crowd well, putting on a pleased countenance, he’s good to go.

except that the act eventually wears down on him, his mental energy depleted after the long nights of celebrations. it feels like eternity until he finally has time to rest his mind, the after hour reprieve doesn’t last as long as he’d like it to be, but it will have to do. he doesn’t sleep, believing that the solace of being alone is the only rewards he can truly gift himself. when he’s about to walk past seul’s chamber, however, the silhouette tells him that she’s not yet asleep, this late. he asks for one of the maidens to summon his sister to an empty chamber. sits inside, and waits for her. it’s been a while since their last proper conversation.

[daldaejun-blog]

" your smile looks a little forced."

queen munjeong’s birthday prompts –

it was in the presence of the hungu that daejun realised he was in. it was their philosophies, the way they spoke, and as much as he tried to separate himself from their circle he could not. these were aspirants, nameless members, eager to prove themselves something against the thought of scholars and literati. daejun did not want a battle, only a discussion, and as he smiled and took a step back, retreated, they closed in on the gap he had once occupied, as if eager to jeer at him with their backs turned. in this step he found himself stumbling against another body, and he caught her wrist out of instinct and fear that he had knocked against her hard enough for her to fall. he released it quickly, and bowed. “i’m sorry!” the observation of his smile caused him to sigh and, as if that wiped the slate clean, smiled ever regretful that she had caught him in the act of an almost-lie. “i’m sorry. discussions without willingness to listen... they exhaust me so. i dare say it isn’t a discussion at all...” he motioned for them to walk, for her to follow as he held his own hands behind his back. “have you experienced that, my lady? a discussion with closed ears? it occurs so often in our politics that i scarcely believe anything would change if men so clearly only want to hear their own words and not others’.”

[dalhyunsoo]

" this night will be unforgettable."

queen munjeong birthday prompts - @sevlhae

After being friends with San since they were schoolboys and being married to Yeonhwa, Hyunsoo had grown used to the princes and princess but there were some of them that he couldn’t figure out. One of those was princess Seul and as she approached him, he found himself a little on his guard. Of course, there was no trace of that as he listened to her speak but then again, he was used to putting a front around most of the people around them.

“Do you reckon there will be songs about tonight, Your Highness?” He asked with a polite smile once he bowed and while he wasn’t sure if the night would be unforgettable, he thought that there would be someone that wrote a song about tonight.  After all, it was the birthday of the crown prince’s mother and with everyone that had power in attendance, it would be foolish to not record this in some way.

[byulyidal-blog]

" this night will be unforgettable."

*queen munjeong’s birthday party sentences ! ft. @sevlhae

there were so many things he’d add, feeling the bubbling vitriol and sarcasm pinching at his tongue so hard he’d believe he’d just had a living crab making fun of him —how hard he had to jold back from pointing out about some nights ( such as that on, very coincidentally ) being rather on the ‘unforgettably boring’ and ‘definitely unworthy to be noted down in archives’ side of the great scale of things, but of course he couldn’t of course not. the speaking one was a princess and he ? 

( just a boy with the misfortune of being pretty and having a brain. )

so what would a man like byulyi do ? escape the confusion to admire from a farther and calmer side, letting the fumes of a pipe rest away from his mouth, his eyes so cautious when taking note of so many quips from old dignitaries and studying stiff backs of princes he wished he could see curving up close —but he couldn’t, could never, that’s not his place. “ i am sure many would want this to be considered as one, but i’d rather keep the sensationalist phrases for when something will truly happen, your highness.” his tongue clicked —a brief pause, the eyes busy in their shadow-clad wander. “ there’s no reason to create anticipation for something that’s gonna end up flat, no? ”

[haeyiwoon-blog]

something borrowed ;

@sevlhae / from here:

“ come now -” her voice holds a tinge of amusement, soft in the ways that holds her affections.  the crown prince is only her elder brother by a year, and because of it, in spite of his title, they’re still rather close.  he knows secrets about her that none of the others do, has supported her quietly in the background where the others wouldn’t.  in this way, seul feels like she at least can help his shoulders feel a little lighter.

after all, the crown prince has the burden of an entire people on his shoulders.  in moments like this, it must be even harder to show his face.  “ you’re joseon’s crown prince.  should you wear your mantle with pride, they will look right on you.” stepping just one step closer, she adjusts the robe on his shoulders, eyes half closing in her affection.  woon makes her proud in quiet ways that it’s not right for a woman to speak of. “ believe you me, brother - you look like my crown prince.”

she will always put her faith in him.

there are some jokes he can only share with certain people; certain expressions to be said; certain things confessed. woon is well aware that his shoulders have grown into his clothes, and that they no longer need to trim it on thin shoulders. he’s grown because he has to fill in the gaps their brother left behind. seul comforts him more than she probably knows, and for this he’s eternally grateful.

he smiles at that, and impulsively thinks to place both hands on either side of her face, as gently as one might hold a flower -- but he doesn’t, and keeps his limbs still when she adjusts his robe for him. “and you are a blessing upon this earth, my dearest sister.” he smiles even more, and pats her shoulder, affection jailed by propriety. “will you tell me something else, then? tell me another piece of poetry you like. it’ll ease my nerves more, i’m sure.”

[haespoir]

`trinkets.

n. a small ornament or item of jewelry that is of little value.

a small pendant rests in jiu’s hand. the lady said it was imported, and while jiu doesn’t know how much of this statement she believes, she knows that seul appreciates it. the younger princess isn’t allowed as much freedom as she is and it worries jiu that her dear sibling will never get to experience life outside of the palace. 

so, she brings back gifts each time she ventures outside of the palace walls. whether it be a flower or an extravagant piece of art, the only person who comes to mind is seul. 

she searches the palace. however, she is in no rush. there’s a nervousness that lingers in her veins. though she is positive that seul will enjoy this gift, there is a small chance she won’t. which is highly doubtful and it’s mostly just insecurity that creates these feelings. but she still takes her time looking for the younger female.

she finds her sibling in the library- a place she where she knew seul could be found. surrounded by scrolls and ink, she can tell that she’s been writing. “my dearest seul, i have a present,” jiu says as she gently places the pendant on the desk. “i hope i’m not interrupting you.”

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