worshiped / deprived

(...)

“but…” but no dream can ever compare to seeing the real you, seona. he snaps out of his reverie and realizes that his hand is now fully enveloped around hers with his lips dangerously close to the ends of her nails. 

he doesn’t know what to do, so he sets her hand down. that was close. dangerously close. he doesn’t want to look away from her, but he also doesn’t want to see the way she looks away from him. she probably didn’t appreciate the way he grabbed her and clinging to her hand like he’s some kind of brute. he brings his hands over his knees, folding them carefully. “but please remember that you are able to use me as you see fit, seona.” 

careful, careful, she was always so careful, even in moments that didn’t require such alertness. but hearing him say her name without any other unnecessary titles attached to it felt marvelous. foreign too, but above all it brought some sense of calmness to her heart. ‘’yes, i’m glad you quickly noticed your little mistake. seona just sounds way more natural, doesn’t it? all the people i dearly love call me seona.’’ it was true. the social ranking didn’t mean much to her. those who were near and dear to the princess’ heart had the privilege of calling her many names, but never princess. it just felt overly forced for her to like it.  

once she saw his smile she became rather intrigued, trying to uncover the subtle hint in his words. ‘’if it’s not too much too ask, uh could you tell me...,’’ she paused, a sheepish smiling playing across her lips, ’’what did you dream about? it must’ve been a beautiful dream because you see quite content.’’ the question served as a good distraction from her own worries and racing thoughts, and maybe just maybe she wanted to hear him speak fondly of something. or maybe she just wanted to see his smile last a little longer. 

she didn’t even notice when her took hold of her hand, but the warmth that radiated from his hand was far too soothing to remain ignored. don’t let go. please don’t let go. but he could not read her silly mind. why did he have to let go so soon? the moment should’ve lasted longer. one eternity would’ve been enough for seona, but alas no one offered her that much. she should’ve said something, anything really. but she didn’t. so when she felt the void of warmth once again, she had no choice but to look away. 

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“you needn’t be afraid. i will be by your side.” he shuffles closer to her, though it’s a struggle – oh gods. why now? – as his legs are tangled in a mess of blankets. however, he manages to kick them off as gracefully as he can manage. he presses his forehead onto seona’s.

he can feel her eyelashes tickling his skin, which is blazing and flushed due to their close proximity and his embarrassing, one-sided war between his legs and the blanket. his eyes does not seem to want to stay in one place. they dart around, not sure if he should or shouldn’t look at her. he pulls away from her very slowly; he does not want to, but he’s afraid of what would happen if he stays so close to her. despite the distance he creates between them, his eyes fall deeper into hers.

“is there anything i can do to make you feel at ease?”

still in an unbalanced state seona struggled for breath, barely managing to utter a few words. it hurt to think, it hurt to breathe or look at anything. for a little while, she didn’t even know where she was. another world? another sickly sweet dream? she didn’t wish to be deceived yet again. however something about the way her called her name was calming. it didn’t hold the old formalities that somehow made most things rather awkward. it put her heart at ease. she liked it. in fact, she quickly realized that she preferred it. ‘’you called me seona. you didn’t...’’ she stuttered, unable to meet his gaze. ‘’i wish you could call me seona again. just seona. nothing else.’’ she wasn’t insisting, merely suggesting. it felt rather strange to have her own husband treat her as if he were her vassal. but his kind words prompted her to smile; it wasn’t much to look at as she barely mustered up enough energy for it, but at least it was genuine. ‘’i’m glad. i’m glad. i don’t think others would understand. they usually don’t. but the dreams, they always feel so real... i barely... ‘’ due to shortness of breath she stopped talking, unable to let go of his arm. safe. she was safe with him. her was right. the beasts wouldn’t harm her with him by her side. 

‘‘thank you from the bottom of my humble heart. it’s not my wish to bother you with my problems and nightmares... and i’d call the soldiers and guards... but they don’t understand. certain people always say that i’m overly sensitive. i know it’s true, but i can’t help it. not in moments like these.’‘ with their foreheads pressed together, she didn’t know what else to say. so she remained silent, unexpectedly enjoying in the short moment.  short. too short. he pulled away too quickly. and he was so warm. and kind. why didn’t he love her? 

@haeseona

their bedding is pulled apart to give princess seona her own space. the space is just enough to fit an opened palm; it’s nothing dramatic – not too distant but not too close, either. hwan insisted that she deserves it, and he doesn’t think he’s the right fit to share her bed, not when their hearts are probably farther apart than the space separating their bedding.

but warmth is something he craves during cold winter nights. and even though he desires the warmth another human can provide him, he could never take advantage of princess seona’s cordiality and his position as her husband.

her presence alone brings him comfort, and that is enough for him.

he doesn’t know when he finally falls asleep, but he knows princess seona is the reason he falls so quickly. her soft breathing is like a comforting trance, and seeing her at peace eases himself to sleep as well.

though, his slumber does not last long.

“princess seona…?” he calls out to her. his voice rough yet languid from not yet getting the proper amount of sleep, but the rest of him are awake because she is. he calls her name again, this time much softer now that he’s regained control of his voice. he raises himself and clutches at the edge of her bedding, too afraid to directly touch her at this time.

“is something wrong?”

no life can ever be perfect and all dreams come with a price, even the ones that are forced. just by looking at her gentle visage, it wasn’t hard to spot that seona could be easily mistaken for a fragile doe or a dove, a helpless creature not capable of harming anyone. but oftentimes, the most kindhearted and tender creature suffered the most and that of course was no exception for seona. 

 on this particular night, seona found herself trapped in a dark room, surrounded by enormous creatures with heads that resembled those of a  wolf, with teeth as big as daggers and yellow horns on top of their heads. they were monstrous and they were out for blood. for her there was truly no escape. trapped, trapped, the monsters dug their claws into her skin. she’d never get to be the hero of her own story. 

so she tossed and turned and begged for help and even wished to scream, but her voice just like her courage decided to abandon her. but then, then she heard someone call her name, from another world, distant but pleasant and so she opened her eyes. ‘’hwan?’’ that was all she managed to stay as she gripped his arm tightly. 

‘‘they were... they were... they wanted to eat me.... they were mocking me... i could... i could see... their teeth were covered in blood and... and they...’‘  her eyes welled up with tears and she started to cry, letting the salty liquid burn her cheeks.