별빛 ;

it’s been years and he knows he shouldn’t, there’s a line drawn immediately between them and he can feel the tension constrict. he shouldn’t be showing such care, a consideration he no longer should be able to feel but he does because that’s who he was. despite all his fickleness, his kindness knows no bounds and it’s there on his sleeve for all to see. and for this instance, for seora. watching with apprehensive hues at the way she tips and the smile she dons and he knows something is wrong. years have faded them but he knows still too much, too little – all the wrongs he’s done her and he wears them brazenly because he can’t ever really hide from them.

no matter what, they’d always be there.

history would always know what he did, no one better than seora. his guilt had consumed him once before and though this comes as no sentiment for repetence, he offers her his sights, although wary of crossing a line he no longer was able to tiptoe.

“i’m sorry, your highness. i was just concerned.”

she doesn’t wish to listen to a single word he says. because if she were to listen to closely, she would fool herself into thinking that he stilled cared. and perhaps the male truly did still care for her. after all, he still held a spot in her heart, one that she would never give to anyone else. 

it was the fact that he didn’t deserve to care for her. not anymore, and definitely not now. she was no fool, but for choi deoksu, it seemed she was nothing but a fool. allowing herself to act on these foolish thoughts would only hurt her further. and while she was never one to truly wear her heart on her sleeve, the alcohol coursing through her system urged her to give her heart a break. to allow it to breathe in some fresh air, to display it for everyone to see. 

let him see what he’s done. like a devil on her shoulder, her thoughts push her to hurt him. to see a brief look of pain flicker across his face would satisfy her, at least that what she believes. yet deep down she knows that it will do nothing. acting upon the bitterness she feels would be disastrous for not only her, but everyone involved. 

the heart wants what the heart wants. that’s what she told herself on those nights she felt herself losing control. but even now as she repeats it like a broken record, she struggles to keep the sharp words from leaving her lips. “your concern is no longer befitting upon me. do well to remember that.” 

@haeseora​

it wasn’t unusual for hyojin to do stuff like this, being annoying. especially towards his older sister. they were close, really close and the prince appreciated everything she ever did for him, but at times, he went overboard. today was a very good example of his general interaction towards her. being loud was always one of his traits and people were quick to notice, even his way of walking was over the top, his voice heard from far away.

but even if she faltered at times and felt as if there was nothing left in the world for her, yi hyojin would be there to remind her that perhaps life wasn’t as horrible as she thought it to be. even with his loud and boisterous attitude, always seeming to have a smile pulling on his lips, seora enjoyed his company. 

as she was today. there were times when he caused her grief, as he was now. the tug on the back of her hanbok knocks her out of her thoughts and it’s enough for her to know it was her brother. after all, no one would ever dare bother the princess. because no one was as brave as yi hyojin when it came to his sister. 

she turns around quickly, her eyes sharp and calculating as she gazes towards her brother. they were alone and she was no fool. though and the faux innocence he so proudly displays is enough to tell her he is at fault. 

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seul lowers the cup further, allowing it to sit gently on the plate before her.  her eyes lower, brows furrowing - of course she wants to be married.  she’s been waiting on this for years, but still, the man she wishes to be married to hasn’t yet entreated his father for her hand.  “ i don’t think we can hope to wish that we won’t be married, sister.  it will happen one day, whether we like it or not.” the answer is political - and decidedly neutral, not really giving much away about her own feelings on the matter.  (  something else she’s been taught, too.  women shouldn’t have an opinion.  ) “ you don’t wish to be?”

why wouldn’t i question marriage? the question rests on the tip of her tongue. perhaps it was the snatching of her lover that had so much to do with her skepticism of the union of two people. or at least that’s what she liked to believed could be the cause of it. 

the fact of the matter was that it had everything to do with. it made her so extremely bitter. it was obvious that seora was desperately in love with the male at the time. there were rumors of a betrothal between her lover and she. but when the announcement came and seora was not the princess to be married off; the gossip intensified. 

maybe there’s something wrong with princess seora? maybe he never even loved her and begged the king to marry him off? a love triangle amongst the royals? every word muttered along the corridors of the palace only fueled the bitterness she held. 

“i don’t believe there’s room for love amongst the royals.” the words are soft, almost as if she’s afraid to say them. as if she doesn’t wish to believe its true either. because what’s the point of marriage without love? she knew the answer to that as well. power. connections. anything but love. 

but was she wrong? she was nearly positive that her bothers and sisters weren’t born because their parents were so devastatingly in love. they were born from pure attraction and lust, love rarely ever coming into play. she was foolish, for ever hoping to find love with in the palace walls. 

it hurt her heart to even think that her siblings would never get to marry the one they loved because they didn’t fit the king’s standards. the thought that seul, oh sweet seul, would get her heart broken just as she had because of the king and his ways tore her apart. 

it was hard for seora to have such dark thoughts with her sister’s curious gaze upon her. and so she willed the thoughts away of the younger female ever getting her heartbroken. she’d take a lifetime of heartbreak if it meant that seul was able to be happy. 

she schools her face into one of contemplation as if regretting the words she spoke earlier. “oh no, i do wish to be married.” if it were to prevent at least one of my siblings from being married off without loving the other. her fingers drum against the cup in her hand, the only telltale sign of her thoughts going haywire. 

“your highness,” she greets seora playfully, since they’re past using honorifics at this point. “how may i be of help?”

the corners of her lips curl into a soft smile, the presence of the female already doing wonders for her dampened mood. the playful of her greeting doesn’t fall on deaf ears and seora is perplexed as to how return such playful gesture. 

“my dearest companion,” she starts, unable to bite back the laugh that spills past her lips at such formal words. “i don’t believe i need much reason to call upon a precious friend.”

and there are no words truer spoken. 

she pats the spot next to her, prompting the female to join her side. her gaze towards her maid, her eyes begging for a bit of privacy between the two. and she’s granted it easily. after all, not many people ever told seora no. being denied what she wanted was an unfamiliar thing to her.