blessings.
some days find her more sick than others, and today the ill feeling from the morning lasts into noon. her father had dropped by earlier, momentarily, apparently in court for a few more hours before he had to leave. he’d asked her the usual things: how has it been with the prince, how is the baby, how is she---in that order, apparently concerned with the prince’s feelings towards his wife who could now give him less pleasure than ever before. and she had assured him that all was well, that the prince did not think like that, and had appeared insulted with the lack of trust shown towards her.
and her father had left almost as quickly as he’d arrived, warning her to still be wary---wedding rings are only metal bands and marriages are only written contracts, and paper is so easily torn.
now she stares, from her bed, at the bowl of pretty purple grapes resting upon the table, a gift from the visitor before the one now sitting in her quarters. “they’re taking quite a while, aren’t they?” she sighs impatiently, stealing a glance at the door, “how difficult is it to prepare a bit of venison and bread.”
although her husband has repeatedly told her not to feel shameful, that it’s only natural, she still feels disgusted at herself for being such a pig. seolhyun wrinkles her nose in distaste at her own insatiable tastes, turning her attention back to her brother.
“i feel like an absolute cow,” she frowns (because if there’s anyone she can let down the smiles for, it’s her dear brother), forcing her mind to other things, “how has court been today?”










