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“jaemin.. i don’t know how to tell you this..” you say, eyes getting teary.

“y/n? y/n, love, what’s wrong?” he says removing his hand from yours and grabbing your face instead making you look at him. you look at him, letting the tears fall free.

“i am to be wed.” you whisper afraid to say it too loud for it all just felt like a dream, no, not a dream, a nightmare a horrible horrible nightmare. the one you loved was sitting right in front of you yet you were to marry a total and complete stranger. all for the sake of your family.

“what- what do you mean to be wed?” jaemin asked, confusion written all over his face, looking at you for a hint that you were joking, that you were making all of this up.

“i am to be wed jaemin!” you snap, voice shaking, you didn’t mean to snap but you just couldn’t understand why he didn’t get you were to be wed! to someone other than him! “by this time in two days, i am to be married to the prince of marshacre.” you say in a hushed voice.

“th-that can’t be,” jaemin chuckles in disbelief “w-we are to be married.” he says emphasizing the we. “remember? we planned it, me and you we were to host it on the seaside, invite all of our friends and family, and then honeymoon to eridell.” he strokes your tears away with his thumbs.

“i know i know,” you say crying even harder at the thought that all your dreams and wants are now being taken away “but it can’t be that way anymore.” you say grabbing his hands that were on the side of your face still. jaemin looks at you for a bit, thinking, before he opens his mouth and says something.

“let’s run away.” he says, eyes searching your face for a reaction.

“what?”

“let’s run away together.” he repeats.

“i-i..” you stutter, of course you’d run away with him, you’d run away in a heartbeat, but as a princess you can’t abandon your people just like that, they rely on you, they depend on you. “jaemin, i can’t i’m sorry.” you whisper kissing the palm of his hand before pulling them off of your face, holding them in yours, giving him one last look, and then turning around to leave, running towards the exit and your new future.

“y/n! y/n!” you could hear him call, but you knew if you turned around to look at him one more times you’d decide then and there that you were going to run away, so you never looked back. you ran and ran all the way back up to your room, ignoring the calls of your parents, and siblings, slammed your giant door as hard as you could and locked it. throwing yourself onto your bed and crying in your pillow.

you didn’t move at all the next day, you just stayed in bed and slept, when you weren’t sleeping you were crying. it was a repetitive cycle. you couldn’t stop thinking about the next day, your wedding day. you had always imagined it to be perfect, to be just the way you wanted it. on the seaside behind jaemin’s castle, everything was to be white and tan with splashes of blue thrown to make certain things pop, you were to marry the man of your dreams and everyone was to support you and it would be a good decision for your kingdom. the thought your wedding used to make you feel light, happy, and full of butterflies in excitement and anticipation but now, all you felt was anxiety and dread.

“y/n, honey…” you could hear your mother knock softly on the door. “you’ve been in your room all day, are you alright?”

you opened your mouth to tell her you were fine but as soon as you did you knew that if you were to speak you would cry again, so you just stayed silent.

“y/n, come open the door.” you sat up slowly and swung your legs over the edge of the bed slowly letting your feet touch the cold ground. you walked to the door, and unlocked it before turning around and climbing back into bed.

“Honey…” your mother said walking in and softly closing the door behind her before sitting on the edge of your bed.

“What,” you said, voice muffled due to the pillow suffocating your face.

“I understand how you feel…” your mother sighed putting her hand on your blanket covered leg, patting lightly. “You know, i didn't love your father when we were first married either. Heck, I hardly knew the man. How could i love a man who i hardly even knew?!” she exclaimed.

“But… as time went on i learned to love him and because o that we got to create the beautiful family we have today. So… why don't you just…. Hold on a little bit and see how things go?”

You scoffed at what your mother had to say, this isn’t the first time she’s said it, definitely won’t be the last.

“You don’t get it!” you yelled rolling over. “I already love someone and I can’t even spend the rest of my life with him like i want to! So can you just… please leave me alone.”

“Oh honey… you’re too young to know about love to the point where you want to spend your life with someone.” your mother laughed slightly

“And yet you’re making me marry someone i don’t even care for, how ironic.”

“You know what? I tried relating to you, I tried making things better but you keep on being this sad little depressing pathetic woman you are, so you know what? Fine! So be it, but you are getting married whether you like it or not, for the sake of the land and the people, so suck it up and move on!” your mother scoffed, standing up and stomping out of the room before slamming the door.

You just groaned and rolled over back onto your pillow letting out a low wail, before falling asleep due to exhaustion.

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“Can you suck in a little more?” Margaret, your maid since forever, asked while tightening your corset. You nodded a bit and sucked in your breath.

“Not too tight now dear, she doesn’t look too well.” her mother Eleanor had said, walking in towards you, placing her fingers under your chin lifting your face tuning it side to side to get a good look at you.

“Are you feeling alright hun?” she asked. You nodded softly but the tears welling in your eyes told a different answer. “Oh sweetie, i’m sorry.” she said stroking your cheek with her thumb, you tilted your head towards her hand and smiled weakly, closing your eyes allowing a few tears to slip out. She knew of your situation with Jaemin and felt sad that you couldn’t live the dream life you wanted despite being a princess, and having all the money anyone could have. You open your eyes and see her look around before leaning in slightly.

“Who knows,” she whispers “maybe something will happen.” she says winking.

“Wha-what do you mean?” you ask, searching her eyes for a hint. She opens her mouth to say something but before she can your mother barges in. Eleanor steps to the side allowing your mother to take her place where she just was. Eleanor brings her finger to her lips winking once again, smiling slightly, the wrinkles near her eyes forming.

Your mother grabs your faces and inspects it closely. “Have you been crying?! Still?! Ugh. Megan come retouch her makeup! I expect you to make a good impression.” She steps to the side and allows margaret to do your makeup again before your mother slightly pushes her to the side, grabs your hand, and drags you out of the chair and out of your room down to the ballroom where you husband to be was waiting.

She stops in front of the closed double doors and turns to you.

“Look, I’m sorry i’ve been so rough these past couple of hours, but this will all be worth it, hmm?” she says making minor adjustments to your appearance before stepping beside you giving a signal for the servants to open the door. You sigh, square your shoulders and hold your head up high. The doors open to reveal the ballroom all elegant and decked out in flowers, rows and rows of people seated in chairs outlined in lace, all heads turned to look at you. Smiling softly you begin to walk down the aisle up ahead is the man you are to marry.

Oh god he looks so greasy, he could’ve at least shaved before this, i’m gonna cry on the spot. Oh my god we made eye contact. Please someone, anyone save me.

As soon as the thought had ended the doors to the ballroom had burst open and in comes in a very flustered Jaemin.

“Me! I object!” He yelled, running down the aisle, towards you and your (greasy) husband to be.

“We haven’t even gotten to that part yet.” The pastor had said, tilting his head down to look at Jaemin from over his reading glasses. “In fact… we hadn’t even started the ceremony yet…” he said closing the book he was holding.

“Good,” Jaemin breathed out “Don’t. Not before I’ve said my piece.” He pants, holding his hip and bending over trying to catch his breath. “Give me a second.” He straightens up and walks up to you, in the middle of the aisle, he grabs your hands and you look at him in shock, he looks you in the eyes and tries to reassure you he knows what he’s doing. You softly shake your head no but he ignores it, before getting down on one knee.

“Y/n…” He says, maintaining eye contact, “My dear sweet Y/n, the only woman who i’ve ever loved in my entire life. I cannot just stand aside and let you marry this man who you don’t even know the name of. A man who, no offense, looks as though he’s never bathed in his entire life-”

“Hey!” the guy yells behind you.

“I said no offense.”  Jaemin turns to the man, “But anyways, y/n please, i stand here in front of you now, in front of all these people, and your parents asking you to marry me instead.” He turns to your parents, your mother holding your father back.

“Sir… Your highness I know I may not be as fancy and as posh as that… guy over there… but if you allow me i will make your child the happiest person in the world, and I will do my very best to not only bring peace and happiness to my kingdom but to yours as well… that is.. If you allow me.” Jaemin pleads

“Well, he does make a very appealing approach dear.” your mother said to your father, winking at you.

“... I don’t see why not, actually i’m kind of grateful you stepped in because that man is just so greasy.”

“Hey!” he yelled again.

“Listen son, you at least want to look nice for your own wedding dammit.”

“Oh, to hell with it y/n, you can go ahead and marry Jaemin, I know he makes you happy.”

“Thank you, but uh how do you know my name sir? I have yet to formally introduce myself.”

“You think i don’t know who my daughter goes to see when she sneaks off at the most random times? Please, I have the greatest security in all the land of course i know.”

Jaemin smiles and turns back to you, smiling even wider wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing as hard as he can.

“God I love you.”

“And i love you too.” you both lean in to kiss and the people behind you confused at first, begins to cheer.

“What about me!” greasy man says, stomping his foot.

“Oh just go home!” you and jaemin both yell, turning to look at back at him before each other embracing.

“But what about your dream wedding?”