#jongdae blurbs

All of your friends— fellow princesses from neighboring kingdoms— tired of telling you about their families’ disastrous attempts at matchmaking. Yes, you listened to their concerns and sympathized with them, but they knew you couldn’t relate to them because you were deeply in love with your betrothed. 

Because he was the first son of the nearest kingdom, Jongdae was introduced to you at a very young age. It was decided shortly after your birth that you would be wed— and you had both been aware of that for most of your lives. 

Maybe you would have devoted some of your adolescent rage to opposing the marriage had Jongdae not been a human embodiment of perfection. His every action proved an unwavering love for you: from leaving heartfelt notes in your favorite books; to embracing every opportunity to press soft kisses to the back of your hand; to proudly escorting you around his palace. 

Aware of your desire to see the world, he often helped you climb to the top of the palace gates, where you could sit together and look out at the scenery. 

“C’mon, Y/N.” He smiled as he tugged you into the space next to him atop the sturdy wall for the first time. “Is it as beautiful as you imagined?”

All you could say as you leaned against him, afraid to fall from that height, was, “Your kingdom is really beautiful. I think it’s prettier than mine.”