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NOH YUYRE SUBMITTING THE ROYAL REPORT...

what would yurye do if his title was suddenly stripped and he was banished from the palace?

it’s a simple question, yet… it evokes such an old and sad feeling within yurye. a longing. it’s almost alarming how unphased he is at the thought of what if that happened tomorrow? of course, yurye can’t remember much of his time from before entering the palace. a time when his mother and he were just simple nobodies somewhere in korea. but through the years when he suddenly finds himself a little too exhausted over what it means to be a prince, and what it means to maintain that title and the image he’s built thus far… part of him tries to think back to what his life had been before everything had been dropped into the palm of his hands. 

if yurye were to suddenly lose his title… he’d want leave the country. the entire land in fact, to start over where he could leave behind all the stress and politics behind. but there’s a small part of him that holds back on considering leaving everything behind to start new. yurye can’t help but think about who would be there for @cwnkijung? he wasn’t a child anymore but… he was the only family that yurye had left. and as much as he would want to start new given the chance, he wouldn’t be able to do it alone. so if yurye were to be banished from the palace, he would do whatever he could to go back. whether he gained his title back or not, all that mattered was that he would be able to take care of kijung.

yurye’s deepest desire?

hell…. he really wants to take @cwneunae out on a date. like officially court her. all the fancy pizazz and stuff. bring her all her favorite bouquets of flowers, go out on horse rides to see the nearby lakes or rivers. maybe even have a picnic with her if that’s what she wants. most important of all, be able to openly visit her in the kingdom of hearts whenever he pleased.

he wishes he could just out with it and tell her how he feels about her, but yurye has never been the type to boldly confess his feelings. he knows how quick word spreads around even when you think you’re alone together to do something that secretive - that intimate. after all, eunae wasn’t just some girl that the king willed him to meet. she had humbly caught his attention and since then he couldn’t get her out of his head. but he would never do anything to risk her reputation and image being damaged by petty rumors such as him and his feelings for her. 

yurye’s biggest fear? 

there are definitely more scary things in the world that yurye probably couldn’t even fathom or bother thinking about. the only things that kind of strikes fear in his heart recently is how much longer his friends are going to be able to stand him and his mischievousness. despite being a prince of his standing, when it comes to his closest friends, they all know just how rowdy he can get when he’s not under the eyes of any scrutinizing royal advisors or other nobles. 

he’s pretty sure that one of these days chul, hyunsu or seoho might snap at him and give him a beating for his incessant bugging nature. in hindsight, @cwnseoho would probably be less likely to do anything that would actually physically harm the prince. maybe a reprimanding word or two. as for @cwnhyunsu… well… chances were if there was anything physical happening it would probably be because yurye was helping the former out of an escalated situation, getting himself involved. which left @cwnchul… which… well - yurye was sure chul would definitely hands down give it a go if given the chance. chul was a moody one after all and you would never be able to tell until the male was on you for something.

all these thoughts are settled in yurye’s mind as he really considers these questions one after another. but once he begins to write his report, the answers that a prince like he should have, flow effortlessly as his title and reputation is everything he is.

should yurye be stripped of his title and be banished from the palace, “i would take on the role of a political envoy to assist from outside the palace…”

one of yurye’s biggest desires, “i desire that the people of the kingdom should live in long peace and prosperity....”

♡  10:22PM AT THE KINGDOM OF HEARTS. starter for: @cwnchul​​.

the soft fabric of the bed’s comforter embraced tsuki’s petite body much like a veil of warmth as she attempted, for the nth time, to focus on the novel open in between delicate palms. for one ( endless ) hour, it had been like this—reading time and time again the same 5 lines as her brain refused to register the printed words and give her any semblance of understanding of whatever the characters seemed to be saying or doing. the only thing her brain could properly register, it seemed, was the fact there were people, music and food downstairs and that she wasn’t allowed to go there to enjoy it too. all because she had fainted earlier in the evening.. how unfair, she thought to herself with the deepest of sighs escaping past slightly dried tiers, finally dropping the book closed over the mattress.

through the years, tsuki had grown accustomed to the fact she often had to miss on events such as balls, meetings and, like tonight, dinners with guests she was sure were a lot more interesting than the 3rd book she had been reading only this week. it did not mean, however, that she didn’t wish she could have experienced them all. god, what would she give to be downstairs. but, if downstairs was off limits, then how about stretching her legs through the halls of the palace and, perhaps, if she’s lucky enough not to get caught, catching a glimpse of the stars outside through the second floor main room’s balcony? oh, how the idea put her body into a sudden spur of energy! 

it was decided, she’d go for a walk!, she thought while jumping out of her bed and making her way towards the door. anything to leave the restraining walls of her boring room.

with feet as light as feathers and hands as gentle as summer’s breeze, she left the closed espace and began to wander through the dark halls, looking around to be sure nobody was coming. what tsuki wasn’t counting on, however, was that she’d bump into something firm, that she’d belatedly recognized as a chest, her eyes were still adjusting to the shadows surrounding her and failing to notice the presence before it was too late. sparkly brown orbs widened, her breath hitched on her throat after a squeal escaped from it before she frantically took a step away from the figure, squinting in hopes to see them better. it’s only when she is able to take notice of the unfamiliar face, however, that she exhales in pure relief, even if she still feels slightly faint from the scare. “oh dear god, ” she began in a breath, with a hand on top of her frantically beating heart, “you’ve startled me.”

in the kingdom of spades at a bar with @cwnchul​

he knew it was rude to stare, but how could he not? here hyunsu was, visiting a friend of his in the kingdom of spades for a day of quality time. they were supposed to leave all the bad vibes at the gate, but someone, who shall be left unnamed, clearly did not get the memo.

okay, he’ll admit that it definitely was chul. his face was stone cold, and to be honest, hyunsu was a little too scared to ask why. he knew staring at chul was impolite, but how could he not? the dude seriously looked like hyunsu killed his whole family and now he was back for revenge. 

what made matters worse was that hyunsu just became friends with the guy. they’ve known each other for what? less than a year? hyunsu never kept track of his friendships, but he knew that he was the last person who should ask chul what was going on in that head of his. maybe what chul needed was therapy or a nice, tall glass of beer, and in that case hyunsu could help him get one of those-- the other chul would have to seek on his own accord.

“hey man, why don’t we turn that frown upside down?” hyunsu patted chul’s cheek, “none of...this on bro night, okay? i wanna feel like i’m not sitting next to a corpse.” seriously, if it wasn’t for chul blinking, hyunsu could have sworn he was sitting next to a skeleton. 

hyunsu let out a sigh, raising his hand to flag down the bartender before ordering two glasses of beer to start their night. “on me. you can thank me by acting like you’re excited to be here.” he flashed a smile, as if he were leading by example, “now, tell me how you’ve been...with a smile, of course.”

waltzing in the ballroom with @cwnchul

daphne loved when the kingdom held such events. the thought of waltzing with a partner made her heart flutter. it was the perfect love story! she would look into their eyes, her hand wrapped in their’s as she twirled her way around the ballroom, and that’s when she would know they’re the one. although, it was a shame that this event was specifically meant for all attendees to wear a mask. if there was a chance she would fall in love tonight, the princess would do anything to know who they were. maybe, since the event wasn’t strict on keeping identities a secret, she could just whisper her name into their ear, so they could find her later on . . . NO!

no one could know it was daphne. not even someone she fell in love with at first sight! anyone who had been around the kingdom of spades knew how hated her father was, and consequently how much of the kingdom wasn’t very fond of her either. and if they weren’t aware, well, all it took was a listening ear to hear about the rumors of how unlucky the princess was. then what? by then they definitely wouldn’t want to be around her. who knew if her bad luck rubbed off on others? it was time for daphne to face the music; no one would love her if they knew who she really was. so, until she was certain they wouldn’t run away, the princess had to keep her identity a secret.

now the real issue was finding herself someone's eyes to melt into, and it was hard when everyone’s face wasn’t recognizable. how could daphne tell familiar faces apart from complete strangers? furthermore, how was she going to tell whether or not they were her type? the night was full of surprises, and to her dismay, they were not the good kind. she only had two options: stand alone or hope her mystery partner was as dreamy as they were behind the mask.

her eyes scanned the room for a potential star to her romantic fantasy, and that’s when she spotted a slim figure standing along the walls of the ballroom. whether or not they wanted to be left alone didn’t matter because the princess already made the decision to steal their heart. yes, daphne was going to march over there and demand they spent some time with her! they’d see how lovable she really was and fall in love immediately!

her strides were filled with such confidence! it was as if she was ready to claim her own fate. the princess was tired of being a damsel in distress; she was ready to grab her prince charming by the hand and say, “hey! sweep me off my feet!” daphne’s heels stopped in front of the tall, mysterious figure as she gazed into his eyes. oh, wow. well, she thought she was ready to write her own story, yet it seemed as though the mystery man’s intoxicating gaze got the best of her.