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the hunt begins and hwan knows their carefully crafted plan like the back of his hand. he’s ran each plan and strategy a dozen ( and more ) times in his head. ( it might even be to the point where he can follow through with it while half asleep. )

though he is not at all worried, he takes a small detour – just a little bit off of where he’s supposed to go – because he’s not sure if he fully trusts all of his teammates. and by ‘teammates,’ hwan meant yamaguchi kaito, specifically. he’s heard the stories, the rumors, the gossip about this child – how loud and rambunctious he is – and while he shouldn’t be sucked in by what he’s heard being spread around than to make an opinion for himself, ( lord knows he of all people shouldn’t listen to silly rumors. ) hwan just can’t seem to help the cautionary wall that builds whenever he faces the young lord.

he rushes to the boy’s side as soon as he spots him, and a shiver runs through his spine. it’s not at all from the cold or the gush of win that hits his face from the horse’s speed, but from the sheer thought of distress the boy might cause him.

these foliage better prepare themselves, because he predicts that he will sigh a tremendous amount.

queen munjeong’s birthday » open!

yeon finds herself laughing for the first time that night, a titter rippling across the otherwise silent garden, unfeigned delight at managing to steal away from the celebration. with the male following right behind, she skips across the pond, feet dancing blithely on the moon-bleached stones and without so much as a second glance towards the cacophony of chatter far too banal to endure for the whole night.

sneaking away from the queen’s party is, indeed, a feat that calls for a drink.

“if you have a favourite haunt outside of these walls,” she glances back towards him as an almost impish smile settles upon her visage, “i will not refuse.”

queen munjeong’s birthday prompts –

open ✉ ❝ queen munjeong’s birthday prompts ❞

there’s an air of exuberance hanging over the dinner, but hui was feeling none of it. however, he couldn’t say the same for the male standing near him. from the very first glance, the male stood out from the rest from his very outfit, and this air of flamboyance, yet there’s something so fitting that he could not use words to describe. perhaps it’s because the decorations here wasn’t any less exquisite, every detail down to the order of the food was accounted for.

as much as he was not someone to indulge in such feasts, the level of detail amazed him. and he could only imagine the amount of luxury for other members of the royal family, or dare he think, a feast for the king himself. alas, that was not something he should be thinking about. for he may be born into a yangban, he was ultimately just a student, not even a member of the court himself.

eyes roaming past the male when he spoke, hui blinked slowly, before he raised his hand to press against his chest. there wasn’t anyone around them, as people have gathered in pockets around tables, engaged in topics far too out of his comfort zones. japanese - he recognize the pronunciation as a language he was trained in as a youth - and he could only assume they were the children of the japanese dignitaries.

queen munjeong’s birthday party ; accepting! 

it’s hard for seora to mask the noise of disbelief that escapes her lips. “a beautiful moment?” she questions, her tone turning sour quickly. “i don’t see how any of this is beautiful.” sure, the decorations were stunning. everything was so intricately done, not one thing was out of order. of course, it was nothing but the best for the queen. 

but it was not bitterness towards the queen that seora spoke of. it was just her simple dislike of birthdays. she found them unnecessary. surviving another year of life, sure. that was worth celebration. but having to live another year in the corruption of joseon- what was there to celebrate about that?