sunlight.

with @sevlhae at the royal wedding

“It appears it is just the two of us, at sunset.”

Courage had been mustered up on the young Jung Lord’s part at this event this time, his lessons learned from the last royal celebration due to his flawed timidness and hesitation. It had resulted in consequences that he, in that moment in time, had not entered his conscience. He had been selfish, in considerate; his heart had slipped alignment with hers, causing hurt instead of healing.

How could he claim he felt love and endearment, if pain was what he inflicted instead of joy? He was not worthy to proclaim such statements, or enjoy such emotions, if he were to refuse to realize his errors in this play. Eternal rain would be what he would deserve. Sunshine was for those who proved positive value.

He had approached, addressing and greeting those present around her, before asking for the honour of her company for conversation. He knew he had been in earshot of her brothers and sisters, Grand Princes and Princesses. He had felt gazes upon him like curious hawks, their sight and hearing hanging onto the words being exchanged between their sister and this young Lord.

That was in part why he quietly requested the luxury of a walk with her, around the open courtyard. He needed some privacy with her, to speak words less restrained by the intensity of eavesdroppers.

Her voice cut through the peacefulness between them first, his pace beside hers, his hand as always yearning to be feeling the touch of hers but knowing better in such a setting. Instead his hands are tucked behind him in the cold, his gaze fixated on the pure white below his feet, about to be left with traces of their path.

It lifted, however – not to gaze at the sky, but at her. And his lips parted, speaking low words, his tone resolute but abruptly honest; a confession she would know already in her heart.

but hyukun’s introduction and his request to take her on a walk alone only led to jin brushing her off and waving her to hyukun’s side.  there’s worry in her eyes as she bites the inside of her cheek, quietly whispering before she goes to the crown prince’s eunuch to keep an eye on him until she makes a return.  it is with these worries that seul follows hyukun, the light in her dim but glowing - as much as she is worried, she still loves the man beside her.  she could never fully turn down a request at his behest.

if only her brother wasn’t so heartbroken.  perhaps she would enjoy it more - or perhaps she’d just simply be reminded of the time hyukun shied away from her side only to try desperately to make up for it here.  hesitant eyes lift to look at hyukun as they walk, her hands folded neatly beneath her top. 

by the time he speaks, seul is still slightly distracted.  it takes her a moment to realize the time - it’s truly sunset, and he’s taken her to a quiet place where they’d be less likely to be overheard when the crowd is too busy making merry and drinking to their contentment.  seul moves in front of him, facing him, eyes staring up into hyukun’s and glittering in the fading sunlight.  the distraction is gone, though it did take her those few seconds to react to his words. “ so it would seem .. did you require me for something specific, lord jung?” 

she hates the way her voice sounds cold.  it isn’t the way she wants to be, but hyukun hollowed out her heart and she’s afraid that he may do it again.  while it may seem on the surface that he’s making his amends, seul is still hesitant to hold out hope that perhaps, this time, hyukun truly is as brave as he’s trying to be.

after all, once bitten, twice shy.

with princess @sevlhae

( san is thirteen ; seul is four )

“again? your highness, don’t you think you’re spending too much time over there?” lady min asked, visibly concerned that the royal prince would neglect his studies to play with his younger siblings. but that was not the case. he was an exemplary student, clever and curious, a leader among his peers. it made his mother immensely proud but his father too. everyone knew san had a bright future ahead of him, but he was only thirteen years old, barely entered adolescence. it didn’t matter that he was engaged or not since he would not get married until his fifteenth birthday. in the meantime, he wanted to enjoy life inside the palace and spend time with one of his favourite princesses.

“i will be back before sunset, i beg of you. please let me go on my own?” rules were strict, and the prince usually obeyed them  as part of his duty. but there were times like these where his ladies-in-waiting only hindered his fun, constantly worrying that he would hurt himself or worse, anger another royal consort or concubine if something happened to their child. he set off after successfully convincing lady min, headed for princess seul’s quarters.

today, one of her eldest brothers has promised her to come play, and impatience sets off chain reactions in the ladies who tend to her.  her lessons are marked with disapproving stares and slaps to the wrist, some of which make seul tear up and eventually start to hinder her mood and all of her excitement.  she doesn’t quite understand why showing her happiness is considered such an unladylike thing to do.  in her childlike mind, it’s nice to feel happiness - to feel the warmth of the sun in the core of the body.  eventually she settles, and tries to follow along as obediently as she can to avoid another slap to the wrist.

it still doesn’t make her forget that san is coming, though.  

when he finally arrives at her quarters and she hears his voice through the doors, seul can’t help it - she runs.  thankfully, her tutors are nowhere in sight lest they’d have her hide, but her ladies in waiting smile gently at the sight of her - especially since she was so gloomy before his arrival. “ ‘rab’ni !!” seul still speaks in a childlike manner, still shrieks when she calls for her orabeoni.  her arms lift up the moment she sees him, waiting for him to lift her into his arms as he always does.

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“marriage, what a curious thing.” 

her words seem to drift off, a twinge of melancholy dripping from each syllable. it was once a dream for seora to get married. that was all she ever wanted when she was younger. to fall in love in such a way that would knock her off her feet. to marry the man of her dreams. perhaps even create a family of her own, one that was filled with nothing but the essence of love itself. 

but fate was a cruel thing. 

there was a time in her life when she was in love. a time when she was certain that she would get her happy ending. the man of her dreams was certainly going to be hers. there was no one that could deny her of that. no one but the king. 

and then came the jealousy. the feelings that grasped her in its thin finger and refused to let her go. but seora could not harbor those feelings for long. it was wrong. especially when they were targeted towards her sisters.

it seemed unfair, really. to have these marriages forced upon her siblings when she was more than willing to get married. but now, she had the belief that she was never going to get married. and while she would never admit it, it bothered her greatly. 

a small sigh slips past the confines of her lips, her slender fingers gripping her cup. “do you ever wish to be married?” 

seul has always been too curious for her own good.  too willing to reach out into a world that would rather rake its claws down her back than let her live.

the news of miyoung’s marriage had affected them all in different ways, so perhaps that was the reason for seora’s question.  seul had mixed feelings - the loss of one of her sisters is always a pain in the heart, but there’s still hope for her that she’ll live a happy life outside of the palace walls.  but even seul knows that this is not a favourable match; miyoung’s already suffering because she’s in love with someone else.

it scares her, too, because it might happen the same to her one day.  seul doesn’t want this for herself; even if she hopes for miyoung, she feels pity for her, too.  seora, though - she wonders how her elder sister feels about it.  sometimes, the girl can be such an enigma.

     there’s no thought to her stride, legs incredibly confident in their path as her mind bubbles and clouds, eyes seeing without actually understanding. she can’t be bothered to slow in her haste, not when she felt as if she was going to burst into tears the moment she stopped— not when she felt as if she couldn’t breathe.

     though so many doors within the palace looked the same, proving to be quite the maze for newcomers, miyoung knew the layout practically by heart. how couldn’t she, especially when these walls were her home? she has no hesitation as she stops outside of her destination, an arm extending to give a few solid knocks before she’s pushing through on her own accord. her back faces the whole of the room as she steps in, facing the inside of the door as she closes it swiftly, and her voice comes in her fixed position.

     “seul, please forgive me if you’re busy, but i,” her words are small, quiet, and the growing tremor is easy to pick up on. her breathing picks up, eyes growing damp. she’s hardly able to speak again before it all breaks, shoulder shuddering, a hand rising to muffle her sobs. “seul, i can’t—”

her eyes only flick upward when her palace lady announces the presence of miyoung at her chambers and miyoung’s voice drifts through the doors that keep them separated.  her heart aches, and seul hides the book inside her table before sitting up a little straighter.  “ allow her in.”  she says with a nod, eyes staring at the doors as they open.

                  i am listening. there was silence but nightfall has broken.                     trills and melodies, the leaves shake and grass sways. faintly, the birds open            their beaks to greet the calm. they see the sunlight. there is a song;                                                                                                       can you hear it?

                         one hopes for no rain when it rains, and for rain when it does not rain.                                     when droplets fall, heavy, thundering, pounding     the dry Earth, no one wishes to be caught, exposed.      if caught, one must carry on.                 the rain not cease. it has lived since the birth of the world, and will only leave                        once the world is no more. even if the moon embraced the sun, rain                             will still fall.                                       it is forever more.

                                     the children understand. the children forgive, for                               when the sun does gaze upon them, evil scampers in fear.

                                                                                       i do not resent, but do beg;                                                                        will the sun no longer cry? for hearts break.

           maybe the sun rises on your morning: your birds, your calls.                     night still lingers here, questions clouding.  there’s no sound of birdcall,            just silence.  the sun won’t gleam in the dark, the birds won’t sing in the dark.                              (  you may sing your songs in secret, but i can’t hear them.  )                     when the night blankets the sun, how can it shine? there will be no rise.

                                           there is no hope for rain, only rain.  it is a downpour                     it is a monsoon.      the ship is weathered, its captain weary from the weeping     of the sky.  a reminder is just that; it does not bring an answer.  it doesn’t bring solution.                                 forevermore is a long time to be covered by a blanket of stars.

…      ━━━    QUEEN MUNJEONG’S BIRTHDAY SENTENCE PROMPTS    ━━━      … remember your rp karma: send as many as you receive! make sure to change pronouns to fit the muse in mind.  these can be used as starters, or just as drabbles - it’s up to you! these will be available to reblog until the end of our event on december 7th.  have fun!