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Deokim demeans the crown prince.

yi san/sung deok im | rated g | 1.1k words | 5+1 things, canon compliant | deokim clutch!!

She is here on an errand, waiting for Yeonghui to emerge from the depths of whatever pavilion lies beside the archery ground. Ahead, the crown prince is playing with his arrows. Ahead, the crown prince is turned just so that Deokim can capture in her heart an imprint of the way fabric smoothens, tappers, down to his waist, outlines a convexity, returns to uniformity. It is a sight she has found herself breathless in.

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Chapter 2: A Night of Passion

"May I join you, my lady."

Despite herself, Deok-im couldn't contain her laugh, "We live in the 21st century Deokro, don't you think you can drop this Victorian era act now?"

He sat next to her and took a sip of whatever he was drinking, "I can't expect someone like you to understand etiquettes of high society." 

"And I don't remember giving you the permission to sit next to me."

"I don't actually need permission, from the likes of you."

An insult about her class, "You can't go five seconds without insulting me, can you?"

"Well someone has to remind you of your place." He replied nonchalantly.

"Oh yeah, since you know so much, please elaborate how have I stepped out of my place today", she was beginning to get annoyed by him.

"Okay, simply put, you shouldn't be here," he gave her a look and then pointed towards a girl refilling someone's cup, "see that girl over there? That is who you're supposed to be. Like your mother who is in charge of the arrangements today, you are 'the help'  Deokim, but somehow you always forget that."

Anger was bubbling inside of her, "why yes Deok-Ro, that is indeed my mother's occupation, 10/10 for knowing that, but you are ignorant of the fact that my parent's careers do not define me, I have my own aspirations..."

"And they mean nothing to me", he cut her off rather rudely, " Just know that someone like you has no chance with San."

"Why do you care so much? huh?"

"San is my friend. I want the best for him."

is she truly his mother?

deokim/yi san, deokim, yi san & yi sun | rated g | 1.1k words | canon compliant, family feels

She stalls her eyes on their joint hands, on his palm and fingers enclosing hers. She blinks, and she chances to seek his limits. “Then… then this concubine has a wish.” “Speak it,” he encourages. He knows her better than to expect material. “I wish to see my son.”