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𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑦

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ᥫ᭡.ִֶ𝐶𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑦: 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐, 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙, 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡, 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡

𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: 𝐴 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠, ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦.

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠: 𝐻𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑗𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑌𝑒𝑗𝑖 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐿𝑖𝑎 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑀𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐻𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑒, 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝐾𝑖𝑘𝑖 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔

𝐴 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦: 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝐴𝑔𝑒𝑠

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Hyunjin was one of those children, the ones who never listened nor obeyed to their father. A king, feared by everyone but his own son, who had to carry the bloodline further for many years to come. Tho it seems that he has never been interested in marrying, finding love whatsoever seemed a boring subject for him. Hyunjin knew the story all to well; how his father and his mother met. Seemed sweet, right? More like a false story about arranged marriages.

And now, after all those years, it's finally his turn. Hyunjin is now the growing age of nineteen. An age, like his father, suppressed it, "To marry wealthy and to follow your duty." Which he answered with, "Boring."

Well, he found himself almost slunging on his throne while every other king from far, far away brought their daughters with them. Hyunjin was well-known and popular among the girls, his beauty being almost too much to bear for the other men. He was competition, big competition, but he only stared at the ones who entered, no word escaping his lips, maybe a puff or huff from annoyance. It didn't get better when three girls entered, known for being ridiculously annoying, "King Ofher and his three daughters: Victoria, Liceria, and Linda." Hyunjin always frowned at the ending, never understanding why you would choose two names that are almost the same and then choose "Linda".

They stumbled as they bowed for him, his eyes looking them up and down. Nothing special about them either, they were beautiful tho, maybe good for a one-night adventure, Hyunjin thought to himself. They put down their gifts: a golden vase, flowers from their garden, and....a lock of hair? "A lock of hair?" he mumbled under his lips, "Next."

The King groaned beside him, "How are you going to find your companionship if you do not even give anyone a chance to furfill your wishes?"

"Hmmmm...." he let his head fall back, looking up at the ceiling, "Interesting, interesting question. Very interesting."

His frustrations only rose as the King had only one son, one son who was too stubborn to listen to the seriousness of this situation. How the King had wished that his two daughters were his sons indeed, they were far more responsible than this child. "You will have to choose one of them eventually."

"Look, Father, they are all splendid, but all too boring. A perfect image with nothing but emptiness when they grow older."

In a split second, his father's eyes seemed understanding, but he plastered the commanding side back on, "You will have to choose, if you like it or not. Next."

While the candidates were walking inside and back outside with tears rolling down their cheeks, you only wanted to leave. Did I tell you already that you were forced to be there as well, by your father, a wealthy man of honor who had fought during the many battles under the eye of the King, an old friend you might even say. Every time you saw girls leave gloomily, you were only expecting the worst. You never wanted to marry like this, married under the "privilege" of a man you never knew. As a child, you had always imagined he would come by on a white horse or save you when you're in danger. This was not following the storyline at all.

So there you stood in your prettiest light blue gown, sprinkled with diamonds, forced to be dressed to impress. There was a frown visible on your face, your eyebrows furrowed as you stood next to your father, "Sweetie, it will all be alright. I have heard that the prince is a handsome young man."

"Father," you groaned, "I do not care if he may be the most majestic man on the planet. He seems cocky in my eyes of belief. A jerk, you could say, nonetheless."

"Y/N L/N, behave yourself or do you want to end up like nothing but meat at the end of your life, with no money, no children?"

You clenched your jaw, "We all end like meat sooner or later. Money will change nothing about it."

"Next"

You were the last one to enter the great room, the grand doors opening in front of you, "Colonel Lieutenant L/N, King of Arjen, with his daughter, the princess, Y/N."

Your gaze was directed to the floor as your father softly pushed you to walk further, bowing in front of the King, the Majesty of the great land. The King's smile was visible as he could reconnect with his good old friend, "Ah, King of Arjen, how long has it been?" his eyes were now directly at you, "Your daughter has grown into an utterly beautiful young lady."

Finally, Hyunjin tilted his head your way, looking you up and down. He saw the way you were standing there, and how you were way more beautiful than all the others who had passed by. It was time to let his charms show, maybe thinking he could get away with a night of lies and a kiss goodbye. "Princess of Arjen, Y/N L/N," he stood up, slowly walking up to you with a bow of his head to finish it all up. There wasn't a single thought in your mind who would want to make any movement towards him, but you felt a slight push from your father's hand. With a painful face, you gave him your hand, a rather soft being, given to the back of your hand. His eyes looked at you in a seductive way, making you narrow your eyes and look him up and down this time.

The sayings were right, he was indeed a very handsome man, but what does that matter if he was him? A prince of many stories of running away, partying with wine, and having no responsibility, "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in my long life."

"Excuse me? Creature?" you mumbled under your breath, "I'll reflect my thoughts on you to....oh so kind....sir." The smile you gave him could have been made out of broken glass, since he could see your true intention. His eyes narrowed, "Oh, aren't you the sweetest of all the candy?" The grip in your hand tightened, "The sweetest of all the candy I have already... enjoyed."

You gave him again that same fake smile, "Oh, sir, too much candy can make your teeth rot." And with that, you grabbed your hand back in a rough motion.

He loved the little banter you two had, the little game he loved to play in an empty palace. Okay, he did have two sisters, a father, and a mothers, but they were just as lazy as their family dog, who is still alive after fifteen years of doing absolutely nothing. There was nothing that could silence his hunger for action, which is widely talked about. Now perhaps, you could be the one to keep him on his toes. You weren't planning on giving in on this marriage because your mother had never had the time to explain to you everything.

The two Kingmen had watched the interaction from their own perspective, which in their head was a lovely bonding time. They had watched, and afterwards they looked with that same glance, the same glance you recognised in so many things. It was time to take his hand and to accept everything that will be yours to do in the future. You cannot believe that the prince had "won" you over, certainly "winning" your father's heart over more than yours.

The moment you heard the King's voice, the courage sank in your shoes, "Shall I show you the palace, Lady L/N?" Well, realistically, you would have shouted, "NO, I do NOT in fact want to see this PALACE." but since you didn't want to be beheaded, "It would be....a great pleasure."

"Oh, father," the pain in your ears, "I must show her around, it is my duty to fulfill, am I right?" A real suckup since he was born: "You are very right, you shall show her around...." The King leaned down to his ear. "....and do show the princess her new bedroom while you are at it." Your father's smile sent chills down your spine as you knew this was your destiny; everything had led to this moment, and with that, you forced yourself to link arms with the prince, Prince Hwang. His arm held you tight under his grip, feeling every muscle of his. As you walked out of the same grand doors you walked into, you passed by his sisters, looking at you sympathetically. At least they were a normal company.

There began the boring explanation of every wall, with a "secret" meaning. Every portrait of deceased members, "Oh, very interesting." And though he knew you hated it all, he couldn't help but give you a little smile, "Well, my princess," My princess? Hold on now, but no sound escaped your lips, "These doors," he knocked on them, "If you opened it, you would be welcomed into your dorm. Where you will stay." He slowly opened them, your eyes seeing the proportions of the walls, the bed, everything was utterly gorgeous. Your eyes widened, trying to stay unastonished but failing. You cleared your throat, "My great appreciation wished upon you,....kind sir."

"You can call me Hyunjin from now on."

"I do prefer calling you sir...." since there is no real relationship between us and will never be because you are the skunk and a burden of this planet, "....because I like to keep it formal."

"Your wish is my command, lovely lady." wanting to vomit by that nickname, but you had to keep it in. He gave you a nod towards the room, "Make yourself as comfortable as you wish."

As Hyunjin turned around, he already planned his victory. Of course, not the victory of marriage, but that he had successfully seduced a beautiful young lady into his palace. Perhaps he could find his way deeper into your heart, maybe deeper somewhere else, and change his mind right before the marriage. He knew it would be soon to arrive, maybe in four days, since everything is political. This is not all about love; it is all about strategy and money. That was truly the only thing you and Hyunjin both agreed on.

If you had to marry someone, Hyunjin was the least of your problems. He was awful, obnoxious, but at least you wouldn't have to see him many times since he definitely would be working a lot the moment he became the King. You let yourself fall with the thought on your bed. The ceiling was beautifully decorated with golden decoration, twirls, flowers, and little baby angels who made a heart. Just give you the arrow, and you could break it in two. The room was awfully quiet, and sinking into your own thoughts would be a troublemaker. Thankfully, his two sisters knocked on your door, creaking it open, "Hello there."

The two girls had jet black hair, beautiful, big eyes, and their gowns were pastel pink.

"Our names are Yeji and Lia." Their smiles were comforting, already sitting up straight as they reached your bed, sitting on either side of you, "Your name must be Y/N L/N, right?"

You looked amazed, "How did you know?"

"Well....we have heard much about you. Your father was a real knight during the battle, saving our father from dying. Of course, we have also heard that you are popular with the men."

You frowned, "Since when?"

"Since always, you silly!" Lia playfully bumped her shoulder into yours, "Well since you will become a part of our famil-"

"Whoa whoa," you stood up from the bed, already creating space between you and the sisters, "Hold on, my father never agreed to this. I never agreed to this."

"Well, it was a rather silent agreement to your ears. I am sorry if it came in like a shock, we truly are sorry, but that's just how it works in this society, doesn't it?"

"I have.... got to get out of here," and without being able to stop you, you were already running out of the grand chamber. Too bad you didn't know your way around this castle. Unknowingly, you were running even deeper, going into useless hallways just to turn back to where you've come from. Through the glass windows, the sun would shine right in your face, warmth that helped you through these cold corridors.

You had thought that after this meeting, you would be able to go back home, to the castle with father, back into your own bed to forget the horrible events. Perhaps crying that you could dodge these and go further with your life. Then you would meet the love of your life as a reward for your courage, a reward for surviving the Middle Age terrors. A system that you wished had collapsed, but it is the truth; a woman cannot live without a man. In this society, marriage isn't an option; it is a must. Although you had hoped for it to be someone special.

You buried your face into your hands as you slid down the wall, "It's all unfair. All so unfair." The pleas were chattering through the stone hallways. There was no other way; there was no escape from this. It had never been there and will not appear all of a sudden. "Is everything alright?" You heard a man's voice, a fairly young man's voice. It was a knight who was looking down at you, seeing tears roll down your cheek, "Could I be of assistance in any sort?"

You wiped your tears away, acting as if he hadn't seen you so vulnerable. There was a silence, but the knight was talented in breaking any kind of ice, "My name is Jisung, Han Jisung." He still stood there with his sword being hold with his two hands, "Well....my name is...."

"L/N Y/N."

You groaned and buried your head back into your hands, "How does everybody suddenly know my name? Are you all following me? Have you all been wandering around me since my birth? Hello? Answer me! Am I being driven insane by you all?"

He was surprised by the sudden outburst, but "No. We are not trying to drive you insane. Or at least, I am not trying to do so."

"Well, thank you Jisung, Han Jisung. Could you perhaps help me further?"

He raised an eyebrow, "With what, perhaps?"

"I am trying to find....the way out. Could you perhaps show me the way?"

He slightly chuckled in nervousness, "I am afraid I cannot do so. You see, helping you will only lead to my beheading. You do not want my death under your name, or do you?"

You groaned, "You are right. I sincerely apologise for my arrogance. I do not indeed want you to meet death already so soon."

He shoved a bit closer to where you were sitting, "Could I perhaps ask you why you are trying to escape?"

You sighed, "As long as this stays between us, between these stone walls."

"I promise that whatever will be said or done will stay between these stone walls. You will have my word for it."

"Good. Well....I am afraid I found myself forced into a marriage."

"You do not want to marry Prince Hwang? That is very unusual since I have known many to dream about being in your spot."

"But why, oh why would someone want to be forced into a marriage they do not wish to consummate. Tell me honestly if there is something wrong with my head. Must I think otherwise of this situation?"

"Hmmm, I think you should stick to your own perspective of the story."

"I do wish my dear Jisung that I could marry the love of my life. I would rather have been born in a forest. Born in the mud, but at least with someone who compliments me. Why are they holding me back?"

He looked down at the ground, "I do understand. I understand it very well how you are feeling."

You groaned, "Of course you all do seem to understand, but why oh why won't you let me leave. You are not forced to marry anyone. You are free, as free as a bird to spread your wings and fly."

"That....that is not entirely true. It is not at all."

"Alright. Tell me how it is not entirely true. How you are imprisoned into your own heart."

He reluctantly tried to move the subject, "I can inform you where the gardens are if that could relieve the stress?"

Something was holding him back from telling you something, but you let it slide for this time. He was trying to help you with something, which was already a sign of loyalty. After a while, you were slowly going down the steps, already being able to see through the frames the outside garden. You were certain that the only thing beautiful here was the garden and its many trees, the colorful flowers. The air freshened up your lungs, making you feel alive again after the choking inside these walls.

You must admit they took great care of their garden, but it was rather big. Someone could easily hide all their secrets in these bushes, maybe hide in the corners. You were always right on these sorts of things, since as you were wandering through nature, you heard visible noises coming from a certain area. Of course, your curiosity got the best of you, and you started searching for these particular noises. With every step, they only became louder and louder, till you slightly stuck out your head from behind a bush. What you saw wasn't even surprising; this was actually the least surprising of the day. There he was, Hyunjin and how do you say this; being in a very vulnerable state.

He was leaning against a wall with his pants zipped open, and as your eyes slipped down, you saw a girl sucking his-What did you just see? You made a disgusted face as you averted your eyes from the sight. There was something that pulled you back to them, since you had never experienced or seen this. Nobody had ever talked about this in any sort of situation. It was strange to see how his head fell back, and his plump lips were parted, loud gasps falling from them as he tangled his hands into her hair, pulling her against him.

This wasn't romantic; it was the opposite of romance, but his reactions pulled your strings. An infuriating gasping sound followed the rhythm of his chest going up and down. These noises were different from all the music you had ever heard. They sounded strangled, as if he couldn't let everything out in words, so he could only hum and groan, but not in pain, the least to say in a form of pleasure. The only information that you know could be found in the many books you read about "love", but this scene seemed strange.

The worst part was that you didn't seem to be able to tear your gaze away from it. It was pathetic to see how she found her way to his lips, but he gripped her chin, angling her face away, "No kissing. Tsk tsk....don't forget the rules." Well, this marriage couldn't have had a greater start, even tho there wasn't a marriage yet. You didn't really care, as long as it wasn't you, it was great. What the girl did was something you wouldn't even wish upon your worst enemies. With that being said and done, you were again walking through the cold stone hallways. The young knight, as you remembered being called Han Jisung, was still standing in his earlier position. As you approached closer, he could see a bright smile being plastered on your lips, "Did the garden bring you happiness?"

You could only give him a short laugh, "If you want to call it that. It did give me a good laugh, that is for certain." And with that, you slowly walked past him, but now that you were at it, maybe you should start creating connections in this palace. Maybe people who you could actually talk to instead of completely ignoring their existence, "I find it so funny, I shall share it with you."

You were now standing in front of him directly, slightly moving your index finger towards you, "Come here." And after some whispers, laughter broke out. You never knew knights and guards could laugh that hard, but it made you feel good inside. "He did not," he laughed, "Could he be any more improper?"

"Indeed, that was my same question. I cannot believe anybody would fall for such a man. Give me the delight, and I'll perhaps shake his hand, well, not for long, since he probably carries around many diseases."

"Many undiscovered diseases, indeed."

"Since I did have a good laugh with you, I do want you to follow me around. I insist that you are my guard."

He looked around, "Could you do such things? Do you have the power?"

"I guess I do have the power to do so. Now follow me, I do not want to be left alone to suffer."

You have just collected your first companion through this trip, which felt amazing. Finally, a friend you longed for, to talk about everything. He had a steady step next to you. After a while tho the two of you passed by another guard, which led you to think that there weren't as many guards as this grand a palace needed to have. Whilst you were sunk into thoughts, you didn't notice the tension between Han and the other guard, whose name is Minho. A man with black hair slightly falling over his eyes. Han got immensely shy, trying to stay put and look at the ground, but he couldn't help but glance at him. The other guard followed him with his eyes, observing the shade of his cheeks as they made eye contact.

Maybe there was a chance of love in this palace, maybe it was closer than you thought it was.

The first night in the palace was rather comfortable in your gigantic bed, and the morning didn't feel as painful as you thought it would be. There was a knock of disturbance on your doors, and seeing that same annoying face only wanted to make you scream your lungs out,

"Good morning, my princess,"

"Good morning, sir."

Hyunjin had walked inside your bedroom, twirling around before approaching you, "Have you slept well, my lady?" "Yes I did sleep very comfortable since I am the only one sleeping in this bed, if that is what you are wondering."

"That is very good," he sat himself down on the edge of the bed, "I was thinking since we are destined to be with each other...." Destined? You hated the way he used the word, as if this is what real love is. The closer he shoved to you, the more he repelled you. He placed his hand over yours, slowly stroking each finger with the tip of his, "....we should have a wander through the beautiful gardens....alone."

"You want to wander with me through the gardens?" You almost said mockingly after what you had seen yesterday, "You also perhaps want to hide behind one of those grand bushes?" You blurted it out accidentally, but you weren't planning on taking your words back.

"Tell me, you also want me to kneel in front of you?" Instead of his face turning pale, only a smug smirk appeared on his face, "You saw that? It does explain the sexual tension I am feeling."

"What? Excuse me, but are you out of your mind? There is no tension between us. Even gravity tries to pull us apart."

"Aha, tries to pull us, but....it isn't working, isn't it?" He leaned closer, placing his hands on either side of your hips. The closer he came, the more your heart beat, but for the wrong reasons, "What do you think you are doing?"

"I think I am trying to connect with you...." his face only mere inches away, "....emotionally and...." his lips ghosting over yours, "....physically...." Your eyes slipped down to his lips, thinking back at the way they parted because of the many gasps forcing them to. As you looked at him, his body was still moving closer, but with a push of your hand, the warmth was already gone. "Do you never think rationally? You do not have a chance with me."

"Oh, is that so? Hmmm?" he tilted his head, "I do find you captivating, Y/N....so beautiful...." his fingers trailed over your cheek, "....and so soft like my cushions." His words would have been striking if they were genuine, but you slapped his hand away, "Do not touch me, or you will have nothing to touch anymore."

He smiled, "Are you threatening me, my princess?"

"Do not call me that," you said through clenched teeth, "I am not yours, and I will never be." Your words did hit him in a deep place, "We shall see about that." If the morning wasn't difficult enough, he could make it even more difficult. His sisters did make things easier in the palace, as they could tell you many stories. Their rooms weren't in the same hallway as yours, but they did go up many stairs just to come and see you, "Good morning, Y/N. Have you enjoyed your first night here?"

"Yes, this bed is awfully comfortable," you smiled, the first genuine one in a long time. "I have seen Father buy white roses for the wedding. Everything is getting prepared in the great room."

You sighed, "When are they planning on telling me about my own wedding? Or is this all a very "'delightful" surprise?"

They looked at each other, "Well, some do not even know it at all, only the day of the wedding itself."

"I had always thought that a wedding would be exciting. Like in a fairytale, but this seems off."

"We know...." they both sat on a couch, "....but at least this area is familiar to you. I have heard from your father that you regularly wander through the forest here. "Beheading" flowers, as a way to put it."

"Even if that is the truth, I do not feel familiar with this place. In a sense of emotionally. I am truly sorry, but I just feel stressed about this all. I do not even know how a marriage works."

They both frowned and went up to your bed, sitting on it, "You do not know how any marriage works?" Lia questioned, "Right on point. I have heard about '"'consummation', the Act of Venus, I have no idea about that at all."

"You really do not know? That is strange, in every household the mother mostly explains...." she stopped her sentence, "....but we are your new family. Do not worry, we will explain."

"Yes," Yeji jumped in, "We will, and of course, it will not be an awkward conversation. Just a conversation between girls, no boys allowed on the premises. Well, where do we even begin...."

You waited patiently, already stressed out from the inside, "Alright....if a woman and man want to....do the Act of Venus....if a husband seeks his wife....he wants to embrace her. A marriage bed is shared with love and affection."

"How can I share a marriage bed with that man if I do not love him?"

"Okay, that is the terminology we learned at school....but we will now explain it without any fancy words. Well, the Act of Venus....to lie with one another....He puts himself...."

"Okay, whoa, stop right there, shall we. I do not want to be traumatised already," you sighed, letting yourself fall back into the bed. "Have you two ever kissed someone?"

"Pfff, we never got the chance, actually. Because we as ladies need to be "proper" and "patient." Yeji said with a mocking voice, "While men are free to do whatever they want. I bet there is not a man outside there with a real heart of gold."

"How does it feel tho, to be kissed upon someone's lips. Are the stories that have been told true? Does a prince finally knock on my door?" Lia wondered, her chin lying in the palm of her hand, "Maybe all the princes have already found their princesses. Maybe they are all occupied."

"I believe," you began, "....that if love is truly true, he could never be occupied with another. There is only one true love, one true person for everybody. Maybe you have already found him, but you do not realise it."

These conversations were always the most interesting ones, the ones you could talk about with your girl friends. You did find some pretty nice activities to do, so boredom wouldn't overcome you. One of them was looking outside from your balcony, looking at the landscape. Nobody would bother you during this time as you leaned your forearms on the brick. Nature was beautiful, the only thing that really makes planet Earth alive.

Your new personal guard, as you pointed out, came standing next to you with his sword tight in his hands. "The landscape is beautiful today. If you look closely, you can see the city from across."

"I should visit it sometimes. First, I do have to ask permission from my father, but with a guard like you on my side, nothing catastrophic could happen."

"The city is a crowded place, Y/N. Many would try to rob you if you are visible as the princess. I shall find for you a cape of any sort to keep you covered."

At the moment, down in the grass, Hyunjin was training with his best friend Christopher, while Minho, the guard, was standing put. You could have a clear vision on them, but were too focused on the beauty of nature.

"So how is the girl?" Christopher asked while sword fighting with him, "Is she curing your boredom yet?"

"She hates my guts, that is for sure, but I do like feisty girls. Seems like she wants me desperately to join her little game.

"Are you sure about that one, my friend? Do you have a plan covered for that behavior?"

Hyunjin drank some water while panting because of the physical activity, "It is not questionable behavior. She is just a stubborn little princess. Once she realises how good I am, she will change her mind."

And now back to you, "I am afraid not even a cape can cover me. My father wouldn't allow it. He never allows anything."

"Well...." Han leaned closer to you, " We can always make an arrangement for you to visit the city. You could buy some flowers or maybe buy books."

You sighed, "How are you planning to pull that off? You can get in serious trouble if they know you tried to sneak me out there. Worst if something happens."

"I will not sneak you out," Han chuckled, "I will negotiate on your behalf with your father."

You smiled, "Thank you, Han," and in a split second, you wrapped your arms around him, as a friendly gesture. For the ones standing down, it didn't seem so friendly. Bangchan poked him slightly with the tip of his iron, non-painful training sword, "Isn't that the princess?"

"Hmm? What?" Hyunjin looked up at the balcony, where he could see you hugging a guard. Something inside him burned with jealousy, not that he had any reason to be suspicious, since he let himself get sucked off by a girl named Kiki. Still, something was eating him alive, as it was so simple for the guard to interact with you, while he had to take out his best charms to seduce you. His eyebrows were furrowed as he looked at the sweet scene, and he wasn't the only one who was burning with jealousy from the inside.

Minho, the guard, looked at how Han let you hug him. His jaw clenched, and the grip on his own sword tightened with the second. He liked Han, and he wished it were just as easy for him to hug him, too, but it was too scandalous for two guards to love one another. The only thing he could do was tear his gaze off, looking at the grass while his heart was furiously beating. A red flush spread on his cheeks as he almost couldn't contain his emotions.

"You really think you got it all figured out?" Chan, aka Christopher, asked again, "I am not going to deceive you in front of your eyes, but it seems like she has more interest in the guard than you," his elbow leaning on his shoulder.

He groaned, "I need some stress relief," he pushed Chan away," If someone would be looking for me, do tell that I am very busy."

"I do not think that going to Kiki is the best solution to your problems," and Chan is always right on these sorts of things, and Hyunjin knew that. He knew that her tongue around his shaft wouldn't help anyone, maybe would tear more things apart, but it felt so good to close his eyes and feel any kind of pleasure. You did not love him anyway, and the more he said it in his head, the more it hurt. Everything starts with a little candle flame.

Han kept his word and went negotiating with your father and the King, who eventually agreed on letting you go. Under one condition, of course, if the prince and the two guards would come with her. So that is what must be done: finding yourself in a carriage with the prince and the two guards on the back bench outside. The ride to the town was silent; you expected clever remarks, but nothing escaped his lips. He just sat there, stealing glances at you, someone he never could have. Even yesterday, with Kiki feeling off, it didn't feel as good as usual. He even pushed her away as he almost came, zipping his pants back up and leaving for his own castle dorm, finishing it alone there.

Sometimes your eyes slipped to his blouse, the way two buttons were undone to let his skin be on display. It felt as if he was doing it on purpose, as if he was trying to flirt with you through his body.

The moment the carriage stopped, you looked out of the window, seeing the bridge to the city already, your eyes a bit fearful, "You will have to wear your capuchon."

"What?" you looked at him, "Sorry, I was too focused on something else."

"You will have to wear your capuchon," he leaned to you, pulling the capuchon behind you over your shoulders. He laid it flat on them, pulling on the strings that came around your neck, making a little ribbon. His face was already too close for your liking, but you didn't stop him since this was the first real act of kindness he did for you.

"Thank you, sir."

He groaned, "Could you stop calling me sir. Do call me Hyunjin."

You narrowed your eyes, pulling the capuchon over your head, "I can call you whatever I want, sir." He opened the little door on his right before you saw him clenching his jaw in annoyance. Even tho he seemed frustrated, he still held his hand out for you, which you took for a short moment before cleaning your hand off on the fabric of the capuchon.

"Alright, link your arm with mine."

"What? Why?" you asked, "Because I want to hold you close to me, in case something happens." You looked at him strangely, never having expected that kind of answer, "Alright...." Again, you could feel his muscled arm holding yours tight. The two guards, Han and Minho, followed closely behind for any incidents that might occur. The tension back there wasn't soothed either as Minho was fighting the urge to hold his hand.

The city wasn't as busy at this hour since people mostly worked right now or were still sleeping. The stores you wished to visit were happily open: the bookshop and the one with flowers. Your eyes widened as you saw those many exotic colors, which you had never seen before. They also fell on beautiful, bright red roses, the ones that could make one fall in love with each other in an instant. "These are beautiful," you stroked their petals, "You think so?" Hyunjin leaned closer to look at them, "They have thorns. Those could hurt you."

"I always wondered why such beautiful things always have thorns to scare others off."

"Maybe...." he breathed, "....the beautiful ones want to last forever without being picked out of the crowd and used just for their beauty."

"That is an interesting perception." You smiled at him, the twitching of your lips accidentally slipping, "You think so?" He angled his head towards you, the smile you gave him feeling special.

"Yeah....I think so, but I am going to buy them and make them live because those thorns will not scare me off."

Next, the two of you went to the bookshop, letting the two guards wait outside as you strolled through the many racks. The inside of the store was cozy, a little fire lamp lighting up the space. You have read many books already, but you wanted to find more. A book for you was like an adventure into another dimension, where you could follow along with someone else before you closed the chapter. There was a red velvet book that caught your eye, your hand slowly coming up to take it.

"Petit Livre D'Amour....by Pierre Sala....seems very nice."

"Hmmm?" Hyunjin approached you from behind while you looked inside the book, "Petit Livre D'Amour? Really? Those are just poems with unrealistic feelings."

You frowned, "What do you mean? He just made poems for the women he adored. What is wrong about that?"

"It is just clearly a publicity stunt. Trying to make himself look "romantic" and "lovingly". It is just stupid to buy and read other peoples feelings."

"Well, I think your opinion is stupid. It is stupid to be so ignorant about other people's emotions. Now I am definitely going to buy it."

"Just to anger me? Is that your passion?"

"You are too easily angered." You shoved him aside, "A golden coin for a golden book. Maybe my heart will turn into gold, and then you can sell it."

Outside, Minho and Han were still standing, this time closer than before. Minho was holding his sword with one hand, the other trying to slip into Han's hand. He just found him so beautiful, so irresistible, as his big eyes were focused on one point in the distance.

The moment the doorknob turned, they jumped away from each other, "Let's go back to the carriage, I am done for today," you said, already storming off at a fast pace. It only made Hyunjin run after you.

You opened the little carriage door before it was slammed closed by Hyunjin's hand, "Where do you think you are going?"

"I am going back to the castle."

He groaned in frustration, "Can't we just talk. Let's just wander around through the fields, or do something."

You laughed, "You want me to wander through the gardens again? Hmm, all alone as you wished upon me. I can see right through your soul."

"I do not want you to perceive me in that way. It is not the truth at all."

"Oh, but it is the truth," you slightly pushed him back, "You are trying to fulfill certain actions into place, and I will not let myself get consumed by this behavior."

He wrapped his hand around your wrist, "You are going to talk with me and you two," he turned to the guards, "....you two stay here at the carriage and do not dare to move an inch." And with that, he dragged you along the pathway, walking towards an open field full of flowers, right at the side of the forest. You were trying to get out of his grip in the meantime, but no matter how hard you were wiggling, he wouldn't release.

Right in the middle of the field, he let go, "Was it that hard to just come with me?" he scoffed, "Now just sit down and enjoy nature, like you always seem to enjoy it."

"Fine," you groaned, "But you aren't getting my attention, not even for a second to count." You opened the book you just bought, silently starting to read it while you sat yourself down. He followed your lead, sitting a bit further away from you as he admired the many flowers. It must be said that you looked beautiful under the sunlight and that he couldn't help but be mesmerized. You slowly turned your pages, reading every word with great care.

"Read me a line out of the book," he blurted out, looking your way, "You want me to read a line? I thought you weren't interested."

"Well....now I am interested."

"Well....here it stays that.... "The greatest idiots of them all could only be the one named Hyunjin Hwang."

You thought this would make him angry, but instead he laughed, "I know that is not true. Read me a real line this time."

"It is the truth! I read right here, right at this page with those words."

"Alright," he smirked, "Show me the page if you have read it in there."

You thought about it, "No, I do not want to show it to you."

"Come on, show it to me."

"No."

"Come on."

"No," and without a reason, you started to like this banter, slightly chuckling. Before you knew it, Hyunjin stood up, "I guess I will have to see it for myself." he started to walk rather fast to you, trying to grab the book out of your hands but you stood up, starting to run away from him.

"You really think you can just run away from me? You thought it wrong, princess." And as you glanced over your shoulder, you saw him suddenly storming your way. It only made you squeal out of excitement as you turned and twirled to avoid him. The two of you laughed while trying to catch each other's breath. Finally, his arms found their way around your waist, picking you up and twirling you around before the two of you hit the ground. His hand softly took the book, "You know what it says here? "Y/N cannot run fast enough."

"Is that so?" You looked up at him as he was hovering above you. He placed one hand next to your head while his other hand was holding the book open, "Yes, I have just read it. It explicitly says that you are very slow and are not as strong as Hyunjin Hwang."

You scoffed, "Really? The book thinks you are stronger than me? Do not make me laugh."

"Your belief in me is weak, Y/N. Well, figure it out yourself and wiggle your way out of here."

"Alright, I will." You tried to push him off you, but he wrapped his hands around your wrists, pinning them down on the grass. The way you were wiggling underneath him made him break out in laughter, "I will let you go under one condition."

Your eyes widened, already scared he would ask you to kiss him, maybe even worse things, but instead he softly leaned down towards your ear, "Read me an actual line of the book and speak to me softly with the name Hyunjin. "Sir" makes me feel old." And with that, he sat up straight again, his hands slipping away from your wrists. The book was placed in your hand. "I am waiting."

Your lips were parted before you spoke, "Vous tenez mon cueur en vostre main (old French)."

"You hold my heart in your hand."

"Well, I hope I do not hold your heart in my hand Y/N...." he leaned in closer again, "....because your heart has to beat inside of your body, has to let blood flow through your veins, and has to be there for you to be able to speak so softly." His hand moved slowly to be placed over your heart, which moved rapidly with every second of his touch. He was surprised that he could utter these words without preparation, and how he had amazed you for the first time. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.

Well, as the night fell and everybody was asleep, there were always two who had to stay awake: Minho and Han.

Han was standing in front of your door, making sure nothing could happen to you. The only thing he could think of tho was Minho and his soft hair, the way it always fell back and the way it seemed so untouched but desperate to be ruffled around. His eyes were half-lidded as he thought about touching those lips, about seeing him fall apart beneath his touch, but now he was here, at your door instead of with him.

Minho was guarding at Hyunjin's door, but it felt as if he could feel Han's thoughts about him since he grew more and more desperate with each second. The night seemed the only timing where everything could stay a secret. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back on the wall, breathing heavily as he started to imagine whatever he could. His lips parted as his panting started to grow slightly louder. He couldn't handle it anymore, his hips bucking with the thought, his lips drooling with the feeling, and without a second thought, he pushed himself off the wall. With a fast pace, he wandered through the hallways, ran up the stairs, and finally saw his light point in the distance, his Han.

He had heard a sudden noise from a distance, a sudden noise of metal that shook him awake, but then he saw the familiar silhouette, the same build, the same hair, the same scent that filled his nostrils. Unknowingly, he dropped his sword, letting the sound chime through the corridors as they both started to run towards each other.

The moment Minho had his arms around his waist, he immediately pulled him in for a passionate kiss, "Han," he breathed into his mouth, "Oh Han, my Han." His hands tangled in his hair, and he pulled him tighter against his lips. The other guard wrapped his arms around the other, pulling him deeper into the kiss as they couldn't contain their moans and whimpers anymore, "I need you," Han whispered, "I needed you then, I need you now, I'll need you every time."

"Yeah?" he groaned, "I will be there, every second of every minute of every hour until you cannot count how many years have passed by."

The chime of the sword that had fallen had woken you up, fearfully, looking around in your bedroom, "Han?" you had softly shouted, but there was no answer, just an echo of your question. You slowly stood up, carefully creaking the door open with a noise only a cat's ear could hear.

"I hear something," Minho panted, already grabbing Han's hand and pulling him into a private area.

As you stuck your head out of the door, you saw nobody, but you also didn't see your guard. The night was cold, and your nightgown didn't take any warmth from the bed with it, but still, it concerned you. So, without further thinking, you took your candle and wandered through the corridors.

The way you softly shouted, Han woke Hyunjin up. His brain system was already turning to another side of the bed as he could only imagine why someone would shout another's name softly, "If that bastard has dared to touch her," he groaned before quickly standing up, not realising he didn't have a shirt on. The two of you were separately searching for two different people; Hyunjin looked for you, and you looked for Han.

The cold floor made you feel shivers down your spine, and as you still kept softly shouting "Han," it only fueled the fire within Hyunjin. He wanted to put his hands on his ears, wanting it to stop, but he had to concentrate on any more sounds. His only goal for tonight was going to your room and seeing what was going on.

Minho placed his hand on Han's mouth as he wanted to answer your yells, but it would betray the secret location, "Shhh, Han....be quiet for me...."

You turned around the corner and suddenly bumped into Hyunjin, who immediately wrapped his arms around you out of reflex, "Y/N?" he looked at you, "What are you doing out here? Why aren't you sleeping? Did something happen? Did someone scare you?" He just kept rambling on, "Oh no it's just that Han-"

His ears perked up, "What did he do to you? Tell me? Did he hurt you? Is that why you were yelling his name?" He cupped your face, looking frantically over your face for any sign.

You frowned, "No? I just heard a noise from outside, and suddenly he was gone. What else did you think was going on?"

He didn't dare to look at you, "Just....the yelling uh....nothing. I was just concerned for your safety. I did not know what was going on."

"So you were concerned? You were concerned about me?"

"Yes, I was concerned about you. Why is that so difficult to comprehend?" His hands were still cupping your face, this time his thumbs were stroking your skin, "I was concerned....I really was Y/N." His eyes bore into yours as he didn't want to stop touching you.

"Hyunjin....what are you doing?" you asked softly. "You are finally calling me Hyunjin," he smiled, "Why does that matter to you? What difference does it make if I call you Hyunjin or sir?"

"The difference...." he whispered....is that one has a wall between us and the other one makes your voice even more addicting to listen to...."

Your eyes widened with every word he said, "I-is....is that you addiction? Listening to me?" He only nodded as he leaned in closer, his face mere inches away, and it didn't seem to bother you anymore, "You can call it an addiction....but my heart does not seem to falter under it."

His lips were so close to yours that you didn't know if you had to keep your eyes open or closed. His breathing hit your ears, making your chest follow his rhythm as he only came closer and closer, "I want to desperately kiss you, Y/N....will you let me kiss you? Please let me kiss you."

"Why do your words sound so....desperate in my ears?"

He chuckled softly, "Because I am turning desperate for you....it is strange....But I enjoy it Y/N....I enjoy being desperate for you."

You gulped before slowly nodding, leaning in yourself, but letting him move towards you faster. His lips met yours in a soft kiss, your body shaking from the shock going through every vein. It felt as if he had control over your heart, even if you wanted to break his. His thumb kept stroking your cheek as he pressed himself tighter against yours. Never had he felt so vulnerable for someone, never had he felt the urge to kiss someone. It was his first time kissing someone, too, which was weird since he didn't seem like one since the garden accident.

"Y/N...." he moaned, "Please....stop twisting around, stop wiggling out of my embrace....please have me." Your eyes were still closed as his whimpers hit your ear deeper than the ocean, "I want to lie with you....and sink into my bed forever."

With all those words being said and done, while Minho and Han were making out on their side, they saw you two pass by, glued to each other's mouths, "Did you just see what I see?" They both stuck their head out of the corner, seeing both of you trapped in the act.

Hyunjin made you walk backwards to your bed, slowly following you as you fell on it. "You smell so sweet." his nose was buried in the crook of your neck as he started to leave open-mouth kisses on your neck. His hand went under your nightgown, trying to push it off, but you held it down, "I want to keep it on." His eyes looked into yours, seeing a sense of fear, but he just silently nodded and returned a smile before trailing down.

"I only want you to feel good....I want to do everything for you...." he panted as he trailed down, his head disappearing under your nightgown. You didn't even dare to look at him, your hands fumbling on your stomach as you looked at the ceiling.

"I want to taste you...." he whispered as his tongue rolled out of his mouth. Your chest shot up as you felt his tongue glide over your clit.

A strangled moan fell from your lips, never knowing you could make such sounds. You closed your thighs, but they were slowly opened again by his strong hands. He rubbed his nose against your nub, making your chest rise each and every time he teased you.

He dipped his head down again, another stroke of his tongue being felt. It flicked your clit, feeling as if he was dancing around with it, "I want to make you wet...."

"So wet...." he breathed onto your core. His words sent shivers down your spine, your cheeks reddening with every noise he made under your nightgown. As his finger went through your folds, your hand tangled in his hair, just like you had seen him do it, "Just grip me tight....."

His tongue was doing magic work as you felt sensations you never knew you longer for. Every dip, every taste made your thighs tremble with excitement, but still with shyness.

The real experience began when you felt yourself getting tighter, your body cramping in and reaching something so delicious. A loud gasp escaped your lips as you bucked your hips many times into the air.

As his head was visible again, you could see your own juices drip from his lips. Another gulp goes down your throat as he didn't smirk, didn't smile, just looked at you with those half-lidded eyes. The way you blushed made him feel more than ever before.

"You are so beautiful...." he stroked your cheek, feeling the warmth from it as he slowly hovered back over you, your faces lining up with each other. You slowly gave him a little kiss on the cheek, his eyes closing and following your lips.

"Can I?" he softly asked, and even if you didn't understand what he meant, you wanted him to do everything he could to you, so you just nodded, not breaking eye contact.

He slowly spread your legs with his hands, positioning himself between your legs before pulling off his pants. Even as you were shy, you couldn't help but watch him pull out his member.

"I will go slow...." his lips pressed themselves on yours as he slowly entered, wanting to catch all the whines and whimpers falling from your lips.

His heart was pounding to escape his chest as he started to thrust slowly but deeply inside of you. "So beautiful....so beautiful...." he didn't even know he could say such sweet words.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, holding his head close to yours to hear him pant even more. Sweat dripped from his forehead as his hips kept bucking onto yours.

His lips were parted from each other as his eyes kept observing your face, your heavenly, flustered face. His arm went under your leg, gripping it higher and tighter, pulling your body flush against him.

"Y/N, Y/N...." he moaned, his hips starting to thrust faster as he couldn't stop himself. The sight you were seeing above you was addicting. Your hand stroked his hair back out of his face, stroking his cheek.

As your hand came closer to his lips, he grabbed it with his, giving it many kisses while staring at you. He was sulking for you, for your touch; everything felt so overwhelming as you stared at him.

And your hips bucking with his didn't help his case. He wanted to taste everything you got. He wanted to explore your depths, oh, he wanted so much, he was addicted.

The sweetness between the two of you grew from there as his character began to develop. The moment the sun shone through your curtains, making your face glow, he could only lie there and admire you. His hand came up to your face, stroking your hair away. He did not look at you as he usually did others; it was very different. His hand trailed under your night gown, stroking your thighs but never going any further; he was careful with your skin. Those touches did stir you slightly awake, but no aggressive comment could fall from your lips, "Good morning...." Hyunjin smiled, his hand still making soft circles in your flesh.

"Good morning...." A smile forming, oh, how you were captivated by him. You were still questioning if it was the night that caused these differences, or if it was as you saw him from a newer angle. Your hand trailed to his hair, tangling your fingers into his strands. His eyes were half-lidded as they swept your mind up. He was even more stunning than he ever was before.

"So Hyunjin." Bangchan asked while drinking a cup of wine, "Does she still hate your guts?"

He smiled, "I hope not."

"So you have finally won her over? Aha, I am proud of you." he sipped his drink and placed it down on the table, "Do not call it that. I did not win her over; she won me over. No, not even that. It is indescribable what I am feeling, Chan. "

"Well, try to put it into words, Hyunjin, try at least." he nodded, "Well....I wish....I wish I were her nightgown....I wish I could just stay wrapped around her body...."

"Her nightgown," Chan raised his eyebrow, "That is an interesting way of saying that you love her."

"Oh, believe me, I do love her. I would want to kiss the ground she is walking on. For all I care, she can cut my heart open and see how furiously it beats when upon her hand."

In that same garden where they were having their conversation, Kiki was hiding behind one of the bushes as she was listening to every word Hyunjin said. And believe me, she was jealous. This green-eyed monster was eating her alive as she heard how you were able to let him fall in love. Sucking his dick, jerking him off, after all those lustful actions, she still wasn't able to lead him into hers, but she wasn't planning on giving up.

As the wedding was arriving very soon, the King decided to organise a ball, to let the newlywed couple show their love for each other. This time, you were happy to join this activity. It was a great opportunity to relax and enjoy the soiree. The maids walked into your room with newly made dresses, right for this occasion. There were all sorts of colors: dark red, pastel pink, light blue, white, dark blue....Of course, you choose the one which fitted you the best when it comes to color.

"Oh, you look stunning, Y/N!" Lia wandered into the room, having a dress on herself too, "Magnifique!"

"Yes, you look utterly splendid in that color, but I do think you need some accessories...." Yeji smiled before opening a little box; inside of it lay a beautiful necklace with a great diamond hanging from it, "I always thought this complements your soul."

"I am quite nervous about this all...." you looked at yourself in the mirror, "I have never danced with someone who may nerve me."

"Are you nervous about dancing with Hyunjin? Oh, do not bother, we know him very well and do trust me; he is just as nervous as you."

"Tu penses? Je ne suis pas sûre."

"I do think so. Do trust me on this one." She stood behind you, stroking your hair, "Everything will be absolutely amazing. There will be other royals, other princes for us, of course....and your father will be present too."

Further away, if you walk through many hallways, go up many stairs, you will find Hyunjin standing there in front of a mirror, with his velvet doublet trimmed in silver. It was an outfit that made his muscles stand out more, his chest the center of attention, "Does this look good enough?" He turned to Christopher, "Since when are you in need of my opinion?" He groaned, "Since everything needs to be perfect tonight. Every single detail matters."

Chan placed both his hands on his shoulders, "Do trust me, she will fall right in front of your feet as she looks at you." He sighed, "I do not want her to fall in front of my feet."

Chan furrowed his eyebrows, "Then what are you sulking for? The doublet velvet is absolutely of top quality."

While those conversations were happening, the ballroom was festively decorated. The room was enormous, and it would be easy to lose someone in the crowd. There were many candlelights, and the musicians were already in place. The flutes and harps were making the room dance already. Of course, Hyunjin was the first of you two to be there, walking down the big staircase as he waited at the edge. His palms were slightly sweating, but he was still composed. "Do not stress, Hyunjin."

"Easier said than done, Chan." He frantically looked around the room, and people were already twirling in circles or holding hands as they danced together. Those dances were delicate, soft, and the couples were closely together, which had changed over the years. Hyunjin remembered his first dance, as a child; the loved ones were always dancing distantly, it was always very boring, but now there was a type of transition going into something more elegant.

"Are you ready, Y/N? " Lia asked while standing near the entrance, the big doors blocking any sight of what might be happening inside. You breathed softly in and softly out, "I do think so."

The big doors opened, and you were standing there, your hand fumbling behind your back as you had to release them and slightly lift your ball gown. Hyunjin was still sunk into thoughts before Chan bumped into his shoulder and whispered, "There she is."

His eyes looked up the stairs where you were standing with his two sisters at your side. His pupils widened as his eyes glided over your neck, where he saw a beautiful diamond necklace, and as he further slid down, he admired your beautiful gown. He almost couldn't form any words as you were slowly walking down the stairs, but with a push of Chan's hand, he eventually learned how to walk again, "Y/N...." he bowed his head, softly taking your hand in his and placing a kiss on the back, "You....you look....divine." His hand has a soft grip on yours as he wants to intertwine his fingers with yours.

You looked at his doublet velvet and how it fitted him perfectly. It was unexplainable how graceful he looked. His hair was slightly combed back, which only made his eyes even more visible to you. "I do wish to take your hand. Will you accept this request for a dance, my princess?"

You slowly nodded, your cheeks already burning with warmth as you felt so shy under his gaze, "I do take your hand and accept your ask." He held out his hand again for you to place yours on top of his, to walk together to the enormous floor. He stood by your side as he placed his hand on your waist.

The music wasn't what your ears were listening to; it was his breathing and his heartbeat that followed yours. You thought back to that night, the way he panted and made a melody right for you, as a serenade. Oh, you would already feel dizzy by the thought of hearing those sounds again. His eyes were glued to you, looking at the way you moved to featherly. It took him everything not to just take you with him, away from all the faces and lurking eyes.

"You are beyond compare, my princess...." he softly whispered, making your chest breathe heavily, "Do not say such things...."

"Why not? It is the truth at the end of the day...." The hand on your waist squeezed slightly into your flesh, "Absolutely....exquisite...." You wanted to listen to him whisper all day and all night long. Your body automatically leaned closer to his, letting him take control of every twirl, as long as you were glued to his side.

After an hour, Hyunjin found himself going through the hallway, wanting to freshen up before being by you again. At this moment, you were dancing with your own father, who asked too many questions, too distracting. Kiki had "accidentally" followed the same path as Hyunjin, giving her the perfect opportunity to create chaos in her own way. Because she believed that he wouldn't be able to resist her, to resist her lips and her body that swung from side to side. And the moment he delved deeper into the corridors, she was in the game.

She slowly walked up to him from behind, her hands feeling his waist, "Mhmmm, hello there."

He pushed her hands away. "What do you want from me this time?" she only innocently smiled, "You seem tense....you want to relax? Hmmm?" The hand she was stroking his arm with was slapped off, "No, I am trying to do something."

"Hmmm? What perhaps? I do not see anyone else but you....and me...." Her hands trailed down to his pants. "I said NO," he pushed her off, "Do not dare to touch me." She frowned, "So you are telling me that sucking your dick days ago wasn't a problem, but now it is?"

"Yes, now it is a problem since I love someone else." She rolled her eyes with a scoff, "Oh, guess who? Little princess from far, far, and even further away land got her hands on this piece of meat? Are you creaking the bed with her?" She raised her eyebrows, "Hmmm? Letting her lick your cock, too? How lovingly."

He groaned, "Do not speak about her like that, do you understand me? Do you UNDERSTAND me?"

She came closer to him, "I can SPEAK about her however you want. Do not deny it, Hyunjin, you are missing my tongue already." she twirled her tongue around from out her mouth, "She cannot compare to what I have."

"Exactly, she cannot be compared to a whore like you. Have you not already had too many shafts upon your mouth, you make me sick."

"If I make you sick," she groaned, "I'll make you even more sick," and with that, she wrapped her arms forcefully around his neck, slamming her lips against his, but she suddenly felt a painful slap across her face. "I never wanted to do this, but you gave me no other choice." She held her hand upon her cheek, tears rolling down her cheek, "Now get out of this castle."

"You cannot force me away. You cannot do this." But before she knew it, two guards were pulling her by her arms, dragging her to the gate, and throwing her outside. With her face buried in her hands, she cried, she cried, and she cried. Her actions cannot be justified, but her feelings can be, because she was just a poor girl with a shattered heart.

What the two didn't know, and what is of the greatest importance, is that you saw him kissing Kiki. Even tho it was Kiki who tried kissing him, you did not know the context behind it. It all started with "Father, I do want to look for the prince. He has already been gone for a while." The hallway felt shorter than normal as you turned by a corner, seeing her hands around his neck, and without looking further, you stormed up the stairs again. The tears were streaming down your cheeks as you were running down the hallway.

The weather certainly knew how to reflect your emotions as the rain started to pour from the sky. Han saw you with your eyes red as cherries, the way you ran into your room and slammed the door closed, "Y/N....what is going on?" he softly asked as his ear was leaning against the door, "Did something happen? How can I help you? Aren't you supposed to be at the ball?"

He could hear you open a chest, taking stuff out, before the door was slammed open again, making Han almost lose his balance. He saw you wearing your capuchon with a lantern in your hand, "Wait! Where are you planning to go, Y/N!"

"Away, I have nothing of this. I thought," You cried. "I thought he loved me. I felt as if I loved him, too, but now I only feel hatred." Han kept following behind you at a fast pace, trying to keep up with you," I still do not quit understand what has happened? Could you please enlighten me?"

"Why don't you understand?" you sobbed, "I saw him pressing his dear lips of mine against those of that woman. That woman, THE woman. She, she...." you cried, "I do not want to talk about this. I want to leave, and this time, my dear Han, you are going to show me the way out."

He was too astonished to speak; his eyes widened as all the information you gave him finally entered his mind, but before he could talk, you were already walking off, running off. He had answered too late, and now you were almost out of sight, your capuchon flying behind you.

Han immediately ran to look for Minho. Once he reached him, he was panting, rambling on. He cupped his face, "Whoa, whoa, slow down there, what happened?"

"The princess....woman....capuchon....angry....uh...." he panted.

"Whoa, calm down, Han, breathe in....and breathe out....now tell me what is going on. What is there with the princess?"

"The princess is running away. She told me she has seen the prince kiss with another woman and now she is running off. I tried to talk to her but she was sobbing and crying. What do we do now? She is running off in the pouring rain. What if she gets lost? Or worse!"

"Calm Han, calm. We are going to the prince, alright? You are going to make his horse ready in case the situation goes downhill, do you understand?"

"Yeah...." he panted, "Yes. Yes yes yes yes...." and with that, Han turned around. He was sprinting down the stairs to the horses while Minho was quickly trying to search for the prince. Since he had told him that the conflict happened somewhere at the ball, he must still be there somewhere in the hallways. He ran down the stairs and through many corridors before he bumped into Hyunjin, his doublet velvet still as perfect and his hair beautifully combed back.

"Prince...." Minho panted, "I do not have time right now. I want to be back as soon as possible, to the ball."

"That is what I am trying to talk about to you....sir.....Y/N...." Hyunjin furrowed his eyebrows, "What is going on? Where is Y/N?"

"She has run off, sir. Han had seen her sobbing and told him about seeing you .... I do not know if this is any of my business, but.... kissing another woman." His eyes widened, already starting to panic, "What! No no no no. That was a conflict, I....I do not have time to explain it now. Where did she run off to? Shit...."

He shoved Minho out of his way, him stumbling against a wall before starting to follow the prince, "Han has prepared the horses for the carriage." But the prince didn't listen. Instead, he kept running and went to the horses in their corridors, "Prince Hwang, the carriage is that wa-"

"No. You think I am going to find her in a fancy carriage?" he pulled the leash of his white horse. "I am going to find her. Alarm the other guards for them to search for her too. Fuck I want an entire team to go out there in the pouring rain, RIGHT NOW."

Hyunjin got on his horse, slapping his side to let him run off. The pouring rain quickly covered him in a blanket of storm. His eyesight was very bad because of all the drips and all the wind that tried to get him off track. His heart was racing with the clock as he already had an idea where you might be.

You were still walking, covering yourself with the capuchon and the lantern as you were approaching the forest, not being scared of whoever you might find there.

Minho had alarmed the other guards who were already on their horses, crossing the fields for any sign of you. Hyunjin could see your lantern from a distance, following the light as he began to see your capuchon more clearly, "Y/N! Y/N stop!" he got off his horse, running towards you in the rain, "Y/N...." he panted, "Look at me." He tried to grab your shoulder but you pushed him away.

"Y/N....please....I-"

"NO. I thought you loved me, Hyunjin. I thought that night meant everything not anything." you turned around to face him, pushing him back with your index finger, "Why?" you cried, "Why would you kiss her. Why would you press those lips on hers? Why, why,- why, why....."

"No Y/N.....no it was not how it looked. You saw the wrong moment....please Y/N, you have to believe me."

"Why would I? You hurt me, Hyunjin," you kept crying. He was still able to see the difference between a raindrop and a real tear. He suddenly got on his knees infront of you, "Y/N please," own tears prickling from behind his eyes, "You are everything I live for, everything I breathe for....please I am begging you do not leave me....please Y/N...."

You didn't even want to look at him and how pathetic he looked, but as you saw tears roll down his cheek and the way he tried to bury his head in your stomach, you couldn't help but break down yourself, "Please Y/N....don't cry...." his arms caught your body into his, softly stroking your hair as he was holding onto your for dear life, "I love you so much....I need you....I need you so much, Y/N....please let me love you....even if you do not believe in it....Let me make you believe."

"Let me make you believe that birds can fly....."

You chuckled through your sobs, "B-but....but birds already can fly....you are pointing out the obvious...."

"And still my dear Y/N....you cannot comprehend that my love for you is the same as a bird that flies....a fish that swims....a human that breathes...." he stroked your hair back desperately, wanting to see your face, "But without you...." he whispered, "I will not be able to breathe anymore...."

You cupped his face, also stroking his hair back. His lips couldn't resist it anymore, his tongue searching for a way into your mouth while furiously sobbing into the kiss. The little whines of hurt being torn away from his body as he felt you in his arms.

That moment you married without a ring, without a public. That was the moment your souls promised to stay loyal to one another. The two of you do eventually marry officially, with both families together. Later on, in a land far, far away, a baby will cry in your lap as your nest only grows. And in a land even further away, you two will see each other grow older.

And in the furthest land away, the two of you will become one,

....because in this play, the characters were already designed, the roles were already divided, and for you two to be destined for each other, fate had decided.

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