@mxilinh. he shouldn’t be so hostile, really—she’s his future wife after all. it’s something about the way she holds herself: how her not caring for him makes him care for her even less. it’s unexpected pettiness, for he’s long known his birth has led to this—seldom does one bear the title of a prince and also hold the power of choice at the same time.
father—ahem, his majesty always nags that he should treat her with kindness (a happy wife is a happy life, or so he says), but sejong would rather bother himself with less—for even on a good day, he can barely remember her name. so he just stands there, behind emboldened double doors, adjusting his uniform and (impatiently) waiting for the guards to finally announce their entrance.
“try not to embarrass me,” he snides, eyes glancing to his side briefly as he sighs, begrudgingly stepping closer to her as time ticks on. “if you ruin my reign before i even get crowned, i swear, i’ll have your head.”
