#ysr.interaction

to say that soojung and seora weren’t enamored with each other would be an understatement. often times seora found herself craving the comfort that soojung brought with her, a familiar warmth that was difficult for her to find in anyone else. 

now, in no way had the female ever harbored a crush on her precious friend. but, they had such an unbreakable bond, seora would do damn near anything to make her happy. if she ever asked, seora would even go to the lengths of high treason- the girl meant that much to her. 

in fact, when seora felt the threads of her mind breaking, when she could no longer patch together her sanity, she sought out the girl. 

as she was now. 

she found herself resting in the garden’s gazebo, a cup of tea on the table long forgotten about. “dearest, go fetch soojung for me.” her words are spoken softly, addressed to her maid before she turns her attention back to the serene pond. 

she needed a distraction. something to bring some sort of order in her mind of calamity. and soojung would do just that for her. 

“marriage, what a curious thing.” 

her words seem to drift off, a twinge of melancholy dripping from each syllable. it was once a dream for seora to get married. that was all she ever wanted when she was younger. to fall in love in such a way that would knock her off her feet. to marry the man of her dreams. perhaps even create a family of her own, one that was filled with nothing but the essence of love itself. 

but fate was a cruel thing. 

there was a time in her life when she was in love. a time when she was certain that she would get her happy ending. the man of her dreams was certainly going to be hers. there was no one that could deny her of that. no one but the king. 

and then came the jealousy. the feelings that grasped her in its thin finger and refused to let her go. but seora could not harbor those feelings for long. it was wrong. especially when they were targeted towards her sisters.

it seemed unfair, really. to have these marriages forced upon her siblings when she was more than willing to get married. but now, she had the belief that she was never going to get married. and while she would never admit it, it bothered her greatly. 

a small sigh slips past the confines of her lips, her slender fingers gripping her cup. “do you ever wish to be married?”