Maids came rushing in, some helping her up and back to the bed while another snapped the heavy curtains shut, shutting Yoongi off from the princess he had grown up with.

He floated to the ground, frowning at the grass as he walked toward the forest.

“Winter can’t come fast enough,” One of the gardeners was saying as they group headed toward the orchard. “I heard the princess caught that illness, the one that witch created. Only extreme cold has been able to stop it.

Yoongi winced as they walked through him, looking after them as the two that walked through him shivered.

“Well, looks like the frost-man has been here. Might get that cold sooner rather than later this year. Otherwise someone might have to take the princess to Old Man Winter, and she’d never come back from that. Everyone knows he’s trying to find princesses for the Frost Princes.”

“Really? Well, they’re the closest kingdom anyway. The others are a couple days sailing after a two week trek through Bomnal Pass, which is in the snow kingdom anyway. Be nice to have a sort of alliance with them. Might make traveling through easier.”

“But, they’re not exactly human, are they?”

“Not our problem. The Princess will die otherwise. She’s the youngest daughter anyway. It’s probably the best she could do.”

Yoongi had heard enough, taking to the air and heading back to the castle.

His older brother, Yesung, was waiting on the balcony to Yoongi’s room.

Yoongi touched down and knew he was in for a talking to.

But Yesung didn’t say a word, looking out at their world, glistening in frost.

“Hyung?” Yoongi asked, a little nervous.

“Hiding,” He explained. “Delegation from the Desert Isles.”

Yoongi shuddered. “Where’s Jaebum and Yeonjun?”

Yesung flipped up a sheet of ice, then flicked it away to shatter on the ground below. “On their way. Where have you been?”

“Our neighbor’s kingdom. It’s frost season there.”

“You went and saw her again, didn’t you?” Yesung sighed, shaking his head.

“Hyung,” Yoongi started, hearing how small his voice had gotten. “She has the summer sickness.”

Yesung looked at him, standing up straight and turning to lean against the rail instead. “That’s the one where they die without cold?”

Yoongi nodded.

Jaebum and Yeonjun came into Yoongi’s room without knocking, both looking slightly terrified.

“They had to go to the hearth-room, and the prince was throwing a fit,” Yeonjun explained, looking apologetic. “But I got a letter from Hyunjoon. He’s going to be home next week for break, then go back to finish, then be home for winter solstice.”

“Good, it’s about time he came home.” Jaebum came out and leaned on the balcony looking out. “Feels warmer today.”

Yoongi wasn’t sure, but he had just come from a warmer place entirely. “Hwall say anything about how he was doing at the academy?”

“Father told us he was graduating at breakfast,” Yesung informed him, a hint of reproach in his voice. “Jaebum covered for you. Again.”

Yoongi nodded, meeting Jaebum’s gaze and dipping his head in thanks to his younger brother.

Yeonjun was still smiling. “How is the southern kingdom?”

“The princess has Yeolbing Fever,” Yesung said dryly. “Which means it’s only a matter of time before we either have to pay our respects, or we’ll be welcoming them to our kingdom. And then one of you will be marrying her. Father will be pleased if that does happen. Might send an invitation beforehand.”

“What about you?” Yeonjun asked.

Yesung looked at Yeonjun, then met Yoongi’s gaze. “The King of Godeuleum is to marry a princess of the Ice Mountains. My mother was an Ice Princess. My wife will be as well.” Yesung didn’t look at them as he said that.

Yeonjun’s gaze fell.

Yoongi knew his oldest brother meant nothing by it, just pointing out the tradition of the kingdom. But it was another reminder that Yoongi and his three younger brothers were all born from a woman that the kingdom didn’t see as a proper queen. They were respected, but it was very clear that Yesung was the crown prince. The younger brothers would earn respect by doing things that would make the kingdom prosper. The age gap was the biggest issue between the brothers. And Yoongi had taken the brunt of any sort of backlash from the citizens of their kingdom, carefully protecting his younger brothers however he could.

“Then maybe we should propose inviting the princess for that intent to father. He would like our initiative.” Jaebum let a hand drop on Yeonjun’s shoulder.

“He would question where we got the information,” Yesung countered stoically.

“Then we don’t tell him about her being ill, we just suggest that there could be a benefit in making an alliance with the only country we share a border with,” Yoongi proposed. “If I’m right, then by the time our message arrives at their castle by traditional courier—which father prefers—they’ll be desperate to cure her. She’s the third princess of the kingdom and sixth in line for the throne. An alliance with our kingdom would be to their advantage.”

“You cannot propose it, he’ll know where you’ve been,” Yesung said, shrugging a little.

“He knows I’m studying geography, I could ask him about her kingdom,” Yeonjun offered, glancing toward Yesung for approval.

“Or Jaebum could suggest it since he’s been reviewing our current treaties and past alliances,” Yoongi suggested instead. “Father would know we were planning this if you brought it up suddenly.”

Jaebum nodded. “I’ll do it. It’ll be natural since we know that Hyunjoon is coming home after the winter-solstice, and that maybe makes us think that we should start thinking about marriage. He will have a problem with you not being married first, though, Yesung-hyung.”

He nodded curtly. “Give me a week. I’ll head up the Ice Mountains.”

Yoongi felt a little bit of relief and excitement. “Thank you, hyung.”

His older brother shook his head. “Don’t thank me yet. She has to survive to get here. And who knows who she’ll end up with.”

Yoongi dipped his head as his brother passed, exiting his room, but he felt a strange sort of happiness. He had an advantage. Y/n was one of his oldest friends, after all.

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Her carefully crafted expression of pleasure melted into one of true happiness as she noticed his approach, and she dropped a slight curtsy so gracefully. “Prince Yoongi.”

“Princess, may I have the pleasure of claiming the next dance?” Yoongi asked, trying to banish all evidence of his nervousness. He was confident. He was royal and regal and he already knew she would say yes because everything pointed toward her saying yes.

But if she said no….

She nodded her assent. “Of course…my prince.”

He met her gaze, heart pounding. Her prince? He was her prince? He felt warm all over with the way she was looking at him. “A-are you enjoying yourself?” She was too much for him. How was she so effortless?

“Yes, my prince. The ceremony was beautiful, I’m quite pleased for both of them. They are an excellent match,” She replied, amusement sparkling in her gaze. She offered her hand.

He took it, automatically bringing it up to kiss it, and pretending he wasn’t frightfully aware of just how much she was finding amusement in his flustered actions.

She looked down and away. “Perhaps we could…dance outside instead?”

He looked outside, then at her, and nodded, offering his arm to her as a gentleman should.

She took it, quiet as he led the way out to the frozen fountain.

He quickly removed his jacket, helping her to don it after she shivered once.

The music drifted from the ballroom to them, and he bowed slightly to her.

She rested her hands lightly on him, one on his hand, the other on the arm that held his hand firmly in place on her shoulder.

They stepped as one.

“So, your eldest brother has wed an ice princess. What now?” She asked, still gazing at him warmly. A gaze that, even with a month of getting to know one another and seeing such a look, made him feel as though she could bring the melting of snow. She could warm the world.

Yoongi took a deep breath, trying to figure out what to say. She said she needed time to think about his proposal, even if they had both been talking light-heartedly, but she had also started trying to actively adapt to live in his country. She ventured into the nearest towns and villages, she spoke with his brothers and formed a strong bond with Eira. She sat beside him in the parlor after dinner, and even if they didn’t speak so much privately they still communicated so often (her eloquently and him a stumbling, mumbling mess) that he felt as though there had never been a pane of glass between them in all the years he had known her.

He still left frost paintings on her window each morning, but now she would come and thank him for them. Compliment them.

She looked so happy when she saw him.

“Now…I suppose I ask you again.”

“Ask me what again?” She asked, head tilting slightly.

“Do you think you could love a prince as cold as frost, a prince of ice?” He asked, nervous. She was a good dancer, what if he stepped on her feet? Had he already done so while trying to decide what to say?

She was quiet, staring over his shoulder for a minute at the fountain. “Cold and ice are what saved my life, and cured me of the fever. The physicians in my country apply ice to certain injuries, especially bruising. A friend showed me that winter can be a time of fun, with skating and snowmen—and I think I’ve gotten involved in four or five snow-ball fights with your youngest brothers since arriving here,” She laughed out, meeting his eyes again. “The cold isn’t necessarily bad, just as warmth isn’t necessarily good. So, yes. I think I very well could love a frost prince. Especially my Jack Frost.”

He swallowed hard.

She laughed again and shook her head. “Silly prince.” Then she leaned in and pressed a light kiss to his lips.

He felt like the world would melt, and was certain he was melting as well. He stared at her after the kiss, not knowing what to say.

She shook her head again, then rested her head on his shoulder. “Are you going to ask?”

“Will you marry me, Princess Y/n?”

“Yes, Yoongi.”

He melted a little more, wrapping his arms around her.

“I will marry you, Yoongi,” She whispered, looking up at him so softly. There was some nervousness in her eyes, but he understood it. She’d already left everything she knew when she came here to be cured. Now she was giving everything she had left to him. “But only if you continue painting my windows in the morning.”

He grinned, leaning down to meet her lips. “I think I can manage that.”

She rested her head on his shoulder again, eyes closed as they swayed a little to the music.

Yoongi saw his brothers peeking out and grinned at them.

The youngest two threw their fists to the air in victory, while the oldest two simply smiled.

The garden came alive with magic from all of the brothers, and Yoongi drew Y/n’s attention to it.

Her eyes lit up in wonder, gazing around at the beauty of the frozen garden.

Yoongi thought he would do anything to keep that look of wonder and happiness on her face. She was his summer rose in the eternal winter of his kingdom. She had all of the warmth he could ever want and need.

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He shrugged. “I would rather they treat me like that than Yeonjun or Hyunjoon. They’re so young, to be rejected by our people would hurt them. It was only because our mother, my father’s second wife, was not a princess from the ice mountains. Yesung’s mother was.”

“Oh? And how would one of you marrying me affect their opinion of all of you?”

He frowned, looking away. “It benefits the country, an alliance with yours. It’s only traditional for the future king to marry an ice princess. Not the other princes.” He met your gaze and offered a shy smile. “Not to mention the wedding of any prince leads to extra business in the towns, and are always cause for feasts throughout the kingdom, paid for by the royal family. I earned every ounce of respect that they give me now. And I’m sure they will grow to love you quickly. I’ve heard tales from your kingdom about how well your people love you.”

You looked up at him, and again had such a sense of déjà vu. But this time you could place it. A young boy, showing you how to skate and laughing when you worried the ice was too thin. Building snowmen with you and introducing you to all of the village kids, though they never seemed to know him.

His eyebrows came together and he looked curiously at you. “Everything okay?”

“You…remind me of someone…” You replied, looking up at him. “From my childhood. We called him Jack, because he seemed to know a little bit about everything. Everyone in town called him Jack Frost.”

He was immediately nervous, looking away. “Oh?”

You smiled, looking away. “Your drawings have gotten better over the years.”

He looked at you, surprised.

You shook your head. “Do you honestly think that I wouldn’t recognize the only friend I had for several years? Or that I wouldn’t notice that all of your brothers fully intended for me to marry you? Or the way you’ve ensured that I have flowers from home in my sitting room every morning? The maids know everything,” You added when you saw his surprised expression. “And I don’t think Eira knows how to lie just yet.”

He cracked a smile. “She really doesn’t.” But he still looked so shy.

You looked around, then stood again. “Yoongi, could you show me some of the hidden places of your country?”

He tilted his head, but offered you his arm. “I could show you the caves.”

You smiled and nodded.

He led you to the horses, helping you up and then getting his own horse, leading the way. He was quiet, always somewhat quiet, though you had seen how he could get goofy and loud with all of his brothers when they were all having a snowball fight in the ballroom. But his quiet was comfortable to you. Companionable.

He led you through snow drifts and frozen forests to a lake that wasn’t quite frozen before dismounting.

You dismounted as well, looking around the frozen world surrounding you. You’d asked him to show you places around his country, wanting to get to know him better if they were intending for you to marry him, but also wanting to know the countryside. Where you could escape.

He bowed slightly, offering you a hand.

You took it, noticing that the snow was deep, and allowed him to help you through the snow drifts and into frozen caves.

He guided you around icicles that reached from the cave ceiling to the floor.

You dropped his hand turning to the cave wall and touching the ice, feeling the cold through your gloves. “It’s beautiful.”

“I suppose so,” He answered, sounding uncertain.

You turned to him, finding him staring at you with a strange expression on his face. You dismissed your curiosity at his thoughts, gesturing around you. “The way the light glints and shines, and how is it warmer in here than out there? I can’t imagine it always is, because obviously it gets cold enough to freeze all of this. Maybe because of the wind?”

He nodded, looking around. “The wind has to be at a certain angle to get in here. Build a fire in here, and it would warm up fairly well. It probably wouldn’t melt that—” He gestured to the wall of icicles that had merged together, blocking part of the entrance. “Yesung-hyung used to tell us that an ice-dragon made its home here for years, and that the walls of this cave weren’t stone, but ice so thick that it looked like stone, burying the hibernating dragon so deeply, that should he ever awaken and try to shake the bonds of ice that have covered him, he would be stuck for decades before he broke loose. Would warn us not to wake the dragon by being loud. Really, he just didn’t want our nannies to find us for a while and that meant keeping us quiet.”

You smiled. “I read once that the magic of this country came from ice dragons that settled here to hibernate for a season, but they slept too long. Then one of their daughters that hadn’t made the journey with them, came searching, and when she found them sleeping forever, she was so distraught that she turned herself into magic dust in the well-spring of Godeuleum—the oldest spring in the country—and she flowed down the mountain and covered her family, preserving them for eternity in ice. And now, the waters from that spring flow under the ground, unseen and untouched by all….” You turned to him. “Except the royal family. It’s said that the waters gave them the powers to care for the people of this land. The residual magic from the spring grows the crops of the people, adapting them to climate of the land, but the waters are only consumed by the royal family, and the ice-princesses of the mountains.”

Yoongi was smiling. “Yes, that is one of the legends of our country.”

A smile looked good on him. Everything looked good on him. One thing the princes had going for them was that they were all very handsome, but you thought Yoongi was the handsomest.

“Any truth in the legends?” You asked, smiling as you studied the gentleness in his eyes.

He looked away, still smiling. “You’d have to marry me to find out.”

You turned away, studying the blue of the cave. “I will consider it. Give me time to think over the offer?”

“As long as you need, Princess.”

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“Careful,” A different voice said, catching your arms and supporting you with hands so cold you could feel it through the sleeves of your dress.

You closed your eyes, feeling dizzy, but when you opened them you were looking at dark blue silk, embroidered with black. Pale hands carefully gripping your arms and holding you steady, long fingers that looked oddly attractive.

You managed to look up at the face of the one who assisted you.

He was breathtaking.

You shook your head, trying to clear the delirious thoughts, but caught a glimpse of the crown on his head. “I apologize, I think…”

He released one arm, and pressed his icy hand to your forehead. “Your fever has risen again. Jisoo, get her to her room. I’ll send the healers directly.”

“Yes, Prince Yoongi,” The maid that must have been Jisoo said, curtsying to him before his older brother. She came and supported you as he carefully released your arms. “This way, Princess.”

You let her lead you away, glancing back at the icy prince who had caught you, and his brother. There was something almost familiar about him.

Not that you saw much of anyone for the next few days, too busy getting treated, feeling more alive as you limbs went numb from cold than you had in the past two months since you’d contracted that confounding illness. It gave you time to adjust, really. Time to come to terms with the fact that you would most likely spend the rest of your life here, married to one of the princes. You knew it wouldn’t be the eldest, Yesung, because he was recently betrothed to some princess from an even icier kingdom than Godeumleum—Princess Eira. But the king had three other sons of marriageable age, though you knew the one was on the much younger edge of being old enough to marry. And then there was the youngest son, who was apparently away at school.

You found yourself at the window one morning after the fever broke, looking out, but then noticing the designs in the frost on the pains.

You grinned and carefully examined it. You hadn’t seen the designs of your frost-friend in a long time. Not since that morning a while back, when the design had been incomplete and you’d been unable to keep yourself standing. You hadn’t been able to check the windows since, too ill. You were honestly surprised you were even able to stand upright on your own while initially being welcomed to the kingdom by Prince Yesung.

Your frost friend had drawn flowers and trees, a little frost landscape. You sighed happily, glad that whoever it was hadn’t completely abandoned you anyway. It made sense that they’d be here as well, since this was the kingdom of all things cold. The Kingdom of Old Man Winter and his Frost Princes, of Ice Princesses from the highest and coldest of mountains, and snow during all seasons of the year.

It was probably a good thing you liked winter as much as you did. You learned how to skate as a child, and had continued practicing as you grew. You’d helped the children of the capitol city make snowmen, and you frequently took your horse for a brief canter through the winter woods. You conversed with ice fishermen. Then you would go home and curl up with your furs next to the hearth fire, drinking tea and hoping all of the townsfolk were warm through the night. You didn’t have power, or access to any sort of money—your mother had been making all of the purchases for you—and the townsfolk knew it. They knew you couldn’t help them as you would like when you would bring the children food you had pilfered from the castle kitchens to try and help those you knew were struggling. They knew when you would “lose” a scarf that you had wrapped around a child that looked too cold, or a hat that you had shoved onto the head of a maiden that looked chilled to the bone.

You were always warmly welcomed in the village. As the youngest of six you were left much to your own devices, frequently absconding to the towns and villages to check their welfare.

But now, marrying one of the princess of this kingdom would be the best way you could aid your own kingdom. It would result in better trade agreements, ease travel through the mountain regions, and you wouldn’t be a burden to your kingdom’s finances any longer.

You dressed in one of your favorite gowns with the help of the maids, then exited your room for the first time in a week. You were to dine with the royal family, and the dress was more than appropriate, however you started doubting your choice as you noticed most people wearing clothes in blues, purples, whites, blacks, browns, and some greens—meanwhile you stood out in your pale pink gown. It wasn’t even that bright, and yet you felt as though you were standing out in such a terrible way.

“Y/n?”

You looked toward the voice, seeing another woman with a delicate tiara on her head, pale as snow.

She dropped a slight curtsy and you mimicked it, shaking a little. “It is a pleasure to meet you, I am Eira, of the Ice Mountains. It is good to see you are well, and we are happy you are to join us this evening. Shall we walk to the hall together?”

You nodded, smiling a little and taking her arm. “Sorry, I am still a little shaky on my own feet.”

“Of course you are, you have been so very ill. I am so sorry. That must have been hard, especially so far from family. But you look wonderful, and that dress is astounding on you. An excellent choice,” She said.

You wondered if she was buttering you up. Nobody was this nice.

“We should have lunch together, the family usually have duties that go through midday meals, but I could use the company. I am so accustomed to being surrounded by the women of the mountains all the time and here I am surrounded by men, but now that you are here, perhaps we can find some sort of common ground over a meal together?” She looked at you with such genuine friendliness that you knew that she was being honest. About everything. Her compliments, her invitation, everything. It reminded you of something one of your childhood friends used to tell you, that only black ice knew how to lie.

“I think that sounds lovely, I could bring my embroidery,” You replied, smiling back and feeling a little better.

She visibly brightened, her smile becoming dazzling. “Oh! Yes, that would be excellent! I could work on lace and you could embroider and we could just enjoy one another’s company! Oh, I am so glad to have another woman here.”

You giggled, squeezing her arm. “I can tell.”

“Oh! Yeonjun! Have you met Princess Y/n?” Eira called to a young man that was talking to a guard.

He looked over and smiled, bowing as you curtsied. “I have not, but it is a pleasure to meet you, Princess. I’m glad to see you’re feeling better. My father is eager to meet you at last.”

You curtsied again, feeling a little shy at the thought of meeting the king. You’d heard so many legends about him, and you wondered how many were true.

Yeonjun offered both of you his arms, and you both took one, allowing him to escort both of you in. You could tell that he was too young for you, kind and definitely would be a sweet brother, but altogether too young. Still, his kindness warmed you.

The King stood to greet you, gesturing for you to take a seat right away. “I would hate to keep you on your feet, I know you are still recovering. We are mightily pleased to have you here with us, Princess. You are most welcome. It’s high time that a treaty came about between our two countries, seeing as you’re our only neighbors.”

“I believe both of our kingdoms could greatly benefit from an alliance as well,” You agreed quietly. “I am happy to be here, and thank you for your hospitality. Without it, I fear I would have been much worse.”

“Someday that blasted disease will be cured, but we’re glad we were able to help you so quickly. You have met my eldest son, Yesung, and my second youngest, Yeonjun, but may I introduce my second eldest son, Yoongi, and my third eldest, Jaebum, and my youngest, Hyunjoon.”

You dipped your head since the king had been quite insistent on you sitting. “A pleasure, gentleman.”

“And you’ve met Princess Eira.”

You smiled toward the woman, nodding. “We have met, yes.”

She grinned back at you from beside Prince Yesung. “She has charming manners, my king. I approve of her very much.” She sat as Yesung pulled her chair for her.

“I believe there are very few of whom you do not approve, my dear,” Yesung said, the affection palpable in his voice as he gently pushed her chair in once more. He sat beside her, the King on his other side.

Yoongi sat next, then Jaebum, then the youngest two seemed to sit at the same time. You were across from Prince Yesung, but Yoongi sat beside you.

The youngest started telling the King about some of his activities from school and you glanced at Yoongi beside you.

“I was unable to thank you for catching me when I first arrived,” You said softly, knowing you were allowed to have your own conversations since Jaebum, Eira, and Yesung were chatting with each other.

He shook his head slightly. “You should have been shown directly to a room to recover. You are feeling better?”

You nodded. “Yes, thank you.”

He smiled softly, just barely, but it felt strangely warm for a frost prince. “Good. Once you’re fully recovered, I could show you the town.”

“That would be lovely, thank you.” You thought it strange that the one you’d heard had the coldest demeanor was so…friendly? Maybe they had it wrong.

Yeonjun caught your attention, striking up a conversation where you told him about summer activities in response to his curiosity about what one did in “extreme” heat.

You were very aware of the presence beside you, watching you casually, listening. It felt…so familiar. Again. But you couldn’t quite put your finger on why, but it excited you.

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Yesung nodded slowly.

Yeonjun tugged on Yoongi’s arm. “So, hyung, how are you going to woo her?”

“Well, I offered to show her the town once she was well enough, and I figure I could regularly offer to show her around. Jaebum-ah, you’re going to have to pretend to be interested at least.”

“That shouldn’t be hard,” Jaebum replied, looking over with a certain amount of admiration that made Yoongi want to punch his brother. “She seems friendly enough. I’ll see if I can find out anything that would help you.”

Alright, he wouldn’t punch him. But he might make sure his bath was freezing if there was any sort of overstepping. The princes preferred cold in everything but bathing and sleeping. They could stand it, but even Yesung—who was probably the most powerful of the frost princes as the oldest—would be grumpy if his bath was cold, or he had to sleep in a bed that was anything but the perfect temperature. Even Eira brightened and curled up near the hearth sometimes, and she pouted that her room was too cold the first night she slept in the castle.

“I hope she has enough warm clothing,” Yeonjun said softly, looking worriedly over at her after she had sneezed. “It’s cold in the castle, especially for a human.”

“We will ensure that she has everything that she needs to be comfortable, or rather, Yoongi will. Right, little brother?” Yesung was smirking.

Yoongi nodded. “One step at a time, though. First, we make her feel welcome—”

“Because she really is? It was getting boring around here,” Yeonjun sighed.

Yoongi sighed at the interruption but nodded. “Yes. Second, I try to spend as much time as possible with her without overwhelming her. Third, we make sure her and Eira don’t fight because damn, they’re already talking like they’re old friends.”

The other boys followed his gaze to where the two women were whispering before bursting into giggles that they obviously tried to suppress and keep quiet.

“And Yesung…” Eira’s voice carried over just enough to bring the eldest’s name before it was lowered into a whisper again, saying something that had Y/n laughing unashamedly, not bothering trying to conceal it any longer.

Yoongi and his younger brothers tried not to laugh at the partially shocked and partially terrified look on Yesung’s face.

“Why are they talking about me?” He asked, probably himself, but since his brothers were there….

“They’re probably talking about how awkward you are,” Hyunjoon offered.

“Or your cravat being crooked,” Jaebum said.

“Or how awkward you were when you went up into the ice mountains to try and find a wife before Eira took pity on your awkward soul and approached you first and subsequently had you wrapped around her little finger despite also deferring to you as her future king,” Yoongi added, keeping a straight face.

His younger brothers started laughing uncontrollably at the offended look the eldest gave Yoongi.

Yoongi shrugged. “Sorry, hyung.”

Yesung huffed and walked away, soon joined by Eira who had a happy sort of white glow to her now and seemed to quickly set him at ease.

Yoongi watched them together, grateful that his brother had been so lucky in finding her. He deserved someone who could take his cares and worries away so easily, especially as the future king.

Yeonjun was already taking a seat in a chair near y/n, picking up the conversation he had started at dinner. Asking about summer festivals instead.

“Well, what sort of festivals do you all have in the warmer seasons?” She asked instead, smiling at Yoongi as he joined as well.

“Well, there’s the Spring celebration…the snow melts for a few weeks and it helps all the animals during birthing season, and flowers pop up.”

Her eyes widened. “A…few weeks? How do you grow food?”

“There’s more magic here than anywhere else on the island, but most of our food grows despite the snow,” Yoongi explained when Yeonjun looked a little lost for words. “We also have an active trade system on the coast, and with your country, for other foods.”

She nodded, but she still looked distracted. Like a curtain had been pulled in front of her. She looked ill.

“Y/n? Are you well?” He asked gently, worried. He didn’t want her to be sick any longer.

“Yes, um, I think I should retire for the evening.”

“I’ll make sure the maids build up your fire, it is supposed to get very cold this eve,” Yoongi told her. “Do you have enough blankets, do you think?”

She nodded, standing and dropping an appropriate curtsy. “Thank you, I believe I do.”

“Then rest well, Princess,” He said, bowing, probably more than he should have.

Yeonjun looked at him in confusion after she had gone. “What happened? She was fine.”

“I think…we reminded her that she would not be experience summers or springs as she knew them anymore. The problem with Yeolbing Fever is that if she’s exposed to a warmer environment for excessive periods of time, she will fall ill again. And it will be worse. She must live in our country to survive, and we reminded her that she left much behind. At least, I think that is what happened.” Yoongi looked away, out the window and into the cloudy night.

“I will check on her tomorrow, when we dine together. I am certain she will enjoy living here, once she is accustomed,” Eira said brightly. “And we must remember she probably is not accustomed to magic as we are.”

“True, she is very much human while we…are something a little different. It may be quite a lot to wrap her mind around,” Yesung said. “I have some work to do. Good night, brothers. Goodnight, Eira.”

“My prince,” She replied softly. “Walk me to my rooms?”

Yesung smiled, shooting a glare at Yeonjun and Hyunjoon who were pretending to gag.

“Remember, no little snow-babies until after the wedding!” Hyungjoon called after them, getting hit upside the head by Yoongi and Jaebum for doing so.

Yoongi excused himself a while later, heading outside and carefully to her window, painting a new scene in the frost, noticing the glow from behind the curtains that suggested she was still awake. He tried to make his design extra pretty since he’d made her uncomfortable. Like an apology.

He hoped she liked it, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to see her reaction to it since he had to ride out early the next morning for a sort of patrol.

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