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━  ♞  @haemiyoung 、  𝟎𝟎𝟏 ⋮ THE QUEEN MUNJEONG’S BIRTHDAY .

“oh!” much like a frightened bird, she feels the wings flutter heavily in her chest. rocking against her rib cage every so often as she retracts her hands – having thought, quite stupidly if she were to really reflect, that she could somehow help in some way or form. but seeing as her frigidly cool fingertips were doing neither to help nor console a goal, ruihan knew it was best to take a step back.

though sheepishness is quick to take reign of the situation as she realizes, belatedly, how much this hadn’t gone as smoothly as she hoped it would. always someone who wanted to help someone, no matter who they were – she was quick to jump to conclusions. hopefully she hadn’t sullied whatever she had attempted to do in the first place. her hands wring before her, tugging at fingertips as she tries to find the words to express the feelings overtaking the surprise in her chest ; the sudden influx of nerves that take hold of her. what had she been thinking – of course, the actual answer would be: she hadn’t been thinking, not really. 

now she had to live with the embarrassment that she practically manhandled someone who looked eerily like one of the members of the royal family.

his heart was racing. the last time he’d been in the palace had been with such fond memories, of the happy energy that seemed to buzz around even with the court ladies, along with the way that she’d looked at him and the bright and cheery smile she’d greeted him with. enough to melt anyone’s heart let alone his. the way she’d waved at him and hurriedly made her way around to see him. the brash movements of the princess catching her court ladies of guard and making him chuckle at the scene.

it truly was a sight to behold.

but as time had swiftly come around and with his absence, being sent off to the front lines to fight in the wars that were going on with the neighbouring nations and greedy families that wanted more than their share. he would be lying if said things hadn’t changed. it almost hurt his chest to be back here. back after he’d read his dear beloved’s letter.

the news had caused minjuns world to crumble, feeling like his heart had been ripped out there and then a pain worse than the scenes he’d seen on the battle front. anything would have been better then what he’d read. of her betrothal to another man-- one who was of a higher rank than himself. so many thoughts had crossed his mind and he’d lost countless nights of sleep because of it. he truly was in a nightmare he couldn’t wake up from no matter how much he tried.

minjun sucked in a deep breath and put on his bravest face he could muster. all the thoughts of the pain and what he’d been feeling pushed to the back of his mind the best he could and continued on in his strides around the very place he’d sworn he’d fallen hopelessly in love with the girl he wanted to ask for permission to marry one he had returned from the war. he turned the corner and his eyes instantly locked on her face. even in a crowded room his eyes could find her with ease, she was beautiful after all and had a face that was distinguished from the rest. for a second, he swears his heart stops. fondness and sadness both swelling in his heart and he cant help the sad smile that falls across his face.

meme: royal wedding prompt.status: accepting.

in that current moment, saeron felt she was staring someone else. the usual warmth portrayed in her sister’s persona was no longer standing in front of her. there was simply a hollow woman who was drowning in her own misery. the streaks of tears smudged down the pretty face that no longer beamed. 

in that moment, she acknowledged that miyoung looked ethereal. she was flushed to resemble a flower who bloomed in the adversity of the lavish. yet, saeron only sensed her as an ephemeral being who would fly away soon. despite their fingers were laced against each other, the emotion of dread filtered her. because she knew, she knew the young spirit of the woman vanished with the announcement.

her fingers were wrapped around the small box of gold earnings. despite in most situations they were meant to flaunt luxury, saeron bought them with an pure intend. even though her features contorted to mimic the other’s sadness, the younger retained a happier look. her cheeks flushing with the make up as her lips were curved into an effervescent grin.

( wedding prompts )

“and i heard you could be better.” ziyi truly feels for the young princess; the devastation and heartbreak clear as day on her delicate features when she came to greet everyone down the line of royals. it was no secret to the court that the unification of her and general im was an unfavorable one. when miyoung falls silent, ziyi softly clears her throat and offers a change of subject along with a tender smile.

The gift in hand felt heavy, as does his steps as he dragged his feet. He had charged into bandits, lived through impossible odds, yet he is unable to overcome this obstacle.

He knocks on her door, a whisper in his heart wishing she was not available. Silence greeted him, and hope arose. Make no mistake, duty requires him to honor this engagement. In the future, when they wed, it is also his duty to keep her accompanied and happy. Yet, there is only dread in his heart.

Like the commoner’s games during festivals, sometimes he felt the same for his betrothal. When one places all the effort in the world to win the game, only to receive a another prize that one did not want. What made it worst is the amount of men that died for this prize, and he is stuck with her. 

There was some bitterness, however, duty to the crown expects nothing less. Acceptance, and complete loyalty to his future wife will be a given. Turning around, slight relief that she was not around, he decides to return. Her gift will have to wait for another time.

Yet, like the hopes that was extinguished by the King’s decree, that solace was similarly extinguished when he catches her return.