Siwan watched as Yi Woon, crown prince of Joseon, went through a few sword drills as part of his military training. The long stick held in his hand like a spear, the tips cushioned lest he hurt the crown prince a little too much, Siwan tapped below Woon’s elbow to correct his stance.

“Knowing your own flaws and weaknesses is the first step. Understand your own habits, and tells. First comes self, only then can you move to focus on the enemy. When you know both self and enemy, perhaps there is a chance to win a hundred battles.”

Siwan sighed, already knowing what is going through the prince’s head. “I know I said I arranged something , but you focusing on the time by looking at the sun, is not helping my case.”

“Focus. Then, you can go be your prince charming for an hour.”

n. come together or cause to come together again after a period of separation or disunity.

jiu admires woon. there is no doubt about it. even being a princess is stressful, jiu wonders how her younger sibling deals with the stress. she knows he’ll make an excellent king one day. there’s a fire that burns in his eyes that she doubts will ever go out. 

she never sees him around anymore- she’s not sure if it’s her fault or his. ( though she’s positive it’s her own, she avoids everyone in the palace intentionally ) 

she wonders how he’s been. she’s so caught up in her own world, she forgets she’s not the only one who could be suffering. 

so she seeks out her dear sibling, arriving at his room with a simple knock on his door. “woon-ah, i know you’re in there. would you care to join me for a walk?”

meme: royal wedding prompt.status: closed.

she didn’t expect him to have the standard, naive thought. it may be wrong of her judgement to perceive such when her interaction with him is scarce. yet, saeron wondered where such idealization came to his mind. after all, most nobles have agreed with the idea about marriage being difficult. whereas love wasn’t the exact goal as it came in the form of luck down the road. most adults were already preparing her to take such path with a clenched jaw. yet, there was the crown prince of their nation asking her about an ideal of love.  did woon held someone dear enough to wish for that?

her expression reflected the amusement that bubbled inside her. her eyebrows woven together. but, it fades to an chirper one once she processed his thoughts well enough to respond correspondly.

“maybe,” she answers first, the first word being a wish for the pairing in front of the pair. “there may be a day where they will stop hurting their bruised feelings and accept each other. yet, that would go against all the sorrows they are facing.” saeron rambles slips a bit. “i wonder if they would let that sorrow go away so easily by letting those emotions be replaced.”

✧ the royal wedding → ( x )

she hadn’t heard his arrival, or gotten the pleasure to watch him come closer. it was like a ghost of her dreams, creeping on her while she was awake. instead of getting her scared he managed making ahreum flustered. it wasn’t everyday the crown prince himself decided to start a conversation, and much less offered you a drink. the girl looked down for a second, hand covering her mouth to hide away her smile, but as soon as she looked back up her smile was set free, as charming as it had ever been.

accepting ⌇ haedal wedding prompt:    ❝ You look like you could use a drink…or two. ❞

yul had been by his father side for most of the evening, however he had to admit it wasn’t the most entertining place. listening to elderly men laugh and talk about wedding and other people-- if he had a choice he would leave but yul knew that he didn’t have another choice but to be by his father side unless someone else demanded attention from him. it was in that moment he noticed an familiar figure appear infront of him, his father froze for a moment and so did the men he was standin with.

"crown prince yi woon,” they all paid their respects including yul, if he didn’t he would never hear the end of it.

         “you look like you could use a drink... or two.”

 a corner of his lip lifted into a small smile, giving his father quick glance before lifting his head up to look at the male, “yes crown prince, i believe i could use a drink or two...” he hummed softly befor leaning closer to him, “if you dont mind me saying this but you look like you could need a drink too”

( wedding prompts )

“… oh, i suppose i must when you’ve graced me with your presence, your highness.” ziyi executes a deep curtsy but her gaze is trained on the crown prince. coy and doe-eyed. his face is beaming with emotion and marvel, just as it always is, and ziyi thinks to herself how easily she could break him. how easy it would be to grip at his gentle heart and watch it implode.