i'm a fool of love for you

But, everything that surrounded you was nothing but a fade. Your ears were ringing and your mind whirling with thoughts. Lots and lots of thoughts you can’t seem to pinpoint one by one anymore.

There was no information or notice handed to you regarding an engagement party. Not even from your parents. 

Was this some kind of damage control?

Just to bury the fact that this royal union was threatened by the tabloid press? 

Or was this just one final attempt to keep the pieces that were barely holding on together?

“The wedding is happening, no matter what,” the Queen’s voice pierced through the silence of the room. “A photo op is scheduled. You and Wonwoo have to pose together.”

“I don’t even have a ring,” you blurted out, unfiltered. “What engagement?”

The Queen sighed, walking to where you were standing. “My love, I understand you’re upset.”

“You could’ve told me,” you said, exhaling sharply.

The Queen held your hand. “We were going to. Eventually. Now, it’s just going to happen earlier than expected,” she said, carefully smiling.

You weren’t sure if that was supposed to comfort you.

Because it didn’t.

You nodded once, just to end the conversation. You let go of her hand and started walking to the doors. You needed to get out. Away. To breathe.

“I’ll prepare for the photo op,” you said, voice barely there.

—

“We need to stop catching Y/N off-guard,” Wonwoo said, barging inside his parents' private office. “What the hell was that announcement?”

Upon hearing of the announcement, he immediately ordered Mingyu to book the earliest flight to Changwon. He wanted this circus to end. He wanted to own up to his shortcomings without unexpected announcements that will only leave you torn and swallow your feelings all over again.

“Jeon Wonwoo,” The King said, voice thick with warning. “Keep your voice down.”

“No!” Wonwoo shouted, hands running through his hair exasperated.

“Wonwoo,” The Queen said, standing up from her chair and mediating between Wonwoo and his father. “You already knew this was going to happen.”

“No, I knew there would be plans. I didn’t know she’d find out with the rest of the world like she’s nothing,” Wonwoo snapped, breathing deep and fast. “She didn’t even have a ring. One moment, she was cleaning up the mess that I made and then this?”

The King stood, slowly. “This is bigger than your feelings Wonwoo. The people needed assurance. We had to show them our Kingdoms’ unity.”

Wonwoo’s eyebrow twitched. “At her expense?”

“Princess Y/N is strong. She was made for this,” the King replied, cold yet honest.

“But she’s also a person,” Wonwoo insisted, bitterness crawling up his throat.

The Queen gently placed a hand on his arm, but he pulled away, pacing the marble floors restlessly.

“Have you harbored feelings for the Princess?” She asked quietly.

Wonwoo froze, inhaling shakily.

Yes, he wanted to say. I have.

Maybe he didn’t want to realize and accept it. He feared that if he did, he would come face to face with the fact that he has hurt you over and over again. You have been strong for the longest time. All the time. But, he sees through your pain. Every heartbroken smile while pretending you were fine. The hidden and silent tears. He saw it. He sees it.

He looked back on his conversation with Soonyoung.

Do you like the Princess?

Do you like Y/N?Stop liking her in private.

In the midst of figuring himself out, he knew that in this moment and at this point, he didn’t want to lose you. He didn’t have to correct his mistakes from the past.

He just needed to prove that you didn’t have to fall alone anymore.

The King already knew the answer in his silence.

“You need to start acting like it,” the King said, tone final. “Protect her. Not from us, but from you.”

Wonwoo wished he could protest, but nothing came out. 

Because deep down, he already knew that his father was right.

—

Jeongyeon helped you with the packing even though the Palace staff already prepared everything on your behalf. Still, you can tell she wanted to be supportive. To be someone you could lean on through this… whole marriage thing.

“You know, you didn’t have to be here,” you said, giving her a small smile.

She shrugged, folding another piece of clothing inside your luggage. “Eh, I have nothing to do now that you’re on official travel.”

You chuckled, clicking the luggage shut once she was done packing.

“I’m rooting for you two,” Jeongyeon suddenly said, making your ears perk up. “Not in the toxic sense of it, but you know. I trust you and I trust Prince Wonwoo.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, failing to understand what she could mean.

Although deep down, you’re hoping it was what you thought.

“I keep telling myself that I shouldn’t ask for too much,” you said, sitting on the ottoman at the end of your bed. “Wonwoo should be enough, right?”

Jeongyeon sighed and leaned on her arms beside you. “He should be. But, this time, he needs to work for it.”

You smiled, shaking your head at the whimsy yet thoughtful expressions of your assistant.

“I guess I’m going to Changwon alone,” you said, a little bit sad since Wonwoo’s sudden absence.

You haven’t spoken to him about everything that went down with the tabloids and now the sudden engagement party. You can’t say you didn’t miss him. Because somehow, despite being upset, you longed for his presence after spending some time together over the outreach. Even though it was a bit bittersweet. It was heart warming to witness him in his element, had it not been for the drama the tabloids brought.

“Your Highness, Prince Wonwoo has arrived,” Saera’s voice suddenly echoed from outside, startling you and Jeongyeon. 

You immediately scramble to hide away all unnecessary clothing and other packing stuff. Jeongyeon made a move to gather them all in one big tote bag before disappearing to the walk-in closet.

It was a relief you looked presentable.

“Uh, come in!” You said, trying to sound elegant despite catching your breath.

Saera smiled as she opened the door for Wonwoo and when he entered, he never failed to look dashing as ever. You’ll never get used to this. His glasses. His sharp features. Him. Just him.

“Hey,” he greeted, a small smile on his lips. “How are you?”

How can your anger not melt?

You pursed your lips, fiddling with your fingers. “I’ve been good… I thought you ran away.”

Wonwoo’s eyes widened, quickly stepping closer as he shook his head. “No, of course not.”

You tilted your head in confusion and kept your feet planted on the floor despite your shaking legs at his proximity.

“I… I had to sort some things out back home before I brought you there.”

You sighed, looking at the floor. You feel like you’re sixteen years old all over again. Having a silly little crush on the Prince of Changwon. 

“I’m really sorry, Princess,” Wonwoo apologized, the tone of his voice making your heart skip a beat. Suddenly, the title Princess sounded like an endearment that could make your knees weak. 

“I wish I could turn back time and do everything that I could to avoid what could have been avoided, but that wouldn’t sound right either,” he continued, scrunching his nose. 

You tried your best to not smile too widely.

“But I am owning up to my mistakes and I am making an effort to do things right from this day forward.”

Your heart clenched at his words, lips trembling a little bit.

Wonwoo took a deep breath before continuing, his voice now steadier.

“I want you to know where I stand with us,” he said, gazing into your eyes as if he was pleading with you to trust his honesty.  “Eunwon… She was my past. And that’s all she will ever be.”

He swallowed the lump at the back of his throat, standing a little bit closer to you now. “But right now,” he paused, breathing once again. “Right now, I’m here. I’m with you. And more than that, I want to be here. With you.”

In all of this, you remained silent. Although your eyes were definitely conveying what you wished to say and let him continue.

“I know I’ve hurt you. From the past and even now. I left you hanging and feeling left behind,” he said, voice laced with nothing but remorse. “But, I don’t want to be that man anymore. I don’t want you to ever feel like you’re always in a battle with me or yourself.”

“Princess Y/N, would you please come to Changwon with me?” Wonwoo finally asked, offering his hand for you to hold.

You stared at his outstretched hand, the weight of his words giving butterflies in your stomach. His fingers twitched, as though he was afraid you’d refuse.

For a long moment, you let the silence settle. Then with a deep exhale, you slid your hand into his. Warm. Solid. Honest.

Wonwoo’s shoulders dropped in relief. 

Finally, for the first time in days, the two of you were smiling again. And this time around, at each other.

—

The Kingdom of Changwon prepared a chartered jet for your trip. The airport was cleared discreetly with trusted security and staff moving around until the two of you were finally settled into your seats.

It was a bit awkward. After all, this was your first time flying together. To his hometown even.

“I guess we don’t have to fight over the window seat?” Wonwoo asked, clearing his throat to dissipate the stubborn tension and awkwardness.

Of course the plane was spacious enough to accommodate the two of you. The interior was made for comfort and ease of travel. Private and just right for the short flight.

You shook your head with a smile. “You’re right.”

Just then, the captain of the aircraft stepped out from the cockpit to formally introduce himself. Adorned with a crisp and clean uniform with the emblem of Changwon pinned on his collar, he took off his hat and bowed in reverence.

“Your Highnesses, it is with great honor that I am flying with you today,” he said before standing tall once again. “I’m Captain Lee and I hope to be of great service to you today.”

Wonwoo smiled, extending his hand for a handshake. You followed suit, also smiling before expressing a genuine, “Thank you so much, Captain Lee.”

—

The Kingdom of Changwon’s Palace was magnificent in its own nature. When you and Wonwoo arrived, you were greeted politely by the staff, all guiding you to the spacious hanok courtyard. Adorned with beautiful flowers and paper lanterns, it was a peaceful sight to behold.

And right at the top of the footsteps, Their Majesties stand tall with warm smiles on their faces.

You and Wonwoo bowed, but Queen Jeon could not contain her excitement anymore.

“Come, come,” she said, ushering you both up with her hands. “I have waited for this moment my whole life.”

You smiled, all ready to take the steps when Wonwoo gently held your wrist to guide you.

“Careful, the steps are a little uneven,” he whispered, as if it was the most natural thing to say.

As if he just didn’t make you weak in the knees with the most simple gesture.

And finally, once you were face to face with Their Majesties, you were immediately pulled into a tight hug by Queen Jeon. Your face was starting to get hurt with how much you were smiling by then.

“Princess Y/N,” Queen Jeon said, swaying you both side to side. “It feels like the last time I saw you was when you were still in high school.”

“Mom, stop it,” Wonwoo said after giving his father a hug. “You visited Seoul a few weeks ago, remember?”

“Shush!” The Queen said, finally letting you go to greet His Majesty.

“Welcome to Changwon, Princess Y/N,” he said, giving you a brief hug.

On the side, Wonwoo slipped you a tiny smile when he thought no one was looking. The kind of smile  that sincerely said, I am happy you’re here.

—

Afterwards, Wonwoo brought you to the quiet family shrine where his grandparents used to pray. The small structure was surrounded by tall bamboo trees, the tiled roof slightly weathered, the air crisp and clean scented faintly with incense. It was silent, but not empty. It was alive with history, reverence, and unspoked words.

The silence felt grounding and it made everything official. It wasn’t only about the cameras taking photos of your every movement anymore. The flashes, staged photos, and murmurs all faded like a distant dream. Here, you were wrapped in the tradition that reminded you that this was more than a ceremony.

You realized you were standing before the Jeon Family, not simply as yourself, but as the future wife of the Crowned Prince of Changwon. The thought suddenly weighed on your chest, leaving you in both awe and fear. 

It made you wonder if everything was real and if you were truly where you were meant to be. Because at sixteen, you only ever thought of being married to him and living happily ever after. But now? Were you strong enough to carry everything that came with him? His name, his people, his crown?

But with Wonwoo present right here and right now, all your spiraling thoughts were cut through. He was gentle and patient, showing you how to bow and place the offerings. He quietly stood at your side with precise movements. He guided your elbow softly, brushing your hand as he adjusted the incense. 

“You’re doing great,” Wonwoo murmured, his voice low enough for only you to hear. He was reverent indeed, but also affectionate. It was as though he was telling you that this moment was not only tradition, but it was more than that because you were here with him.

You smiled, the tension on your shoulders slowly easing. 

From the sidelines, the King and Queen watched with proud and knowing smiles. Softened by the moment that took a while for them to witness. Their son may not notice it, but the ritual was not just being observed. 

They can see the promise being formed between you and him. 

—

The first set of press photos were released the same day and the reactions from both kingdoms and even the international scene were warm and supportive. The official social media accounts of both kingdoms were flooded with congratulations and cheers. Some nations even sent flowers as a symbol of their support with the union.

The supposed photo op in Seoul took place in Changwon instead due to Wonwoo’s abrupt departure then. But somehow, these particular photos taken in the Jeon family shrine were more symbolic and heartwarming. Some comments read:

changwonroyalfan: Our Crown Prince looks so happy!! Welcome to our family Princess Y/N!

seouliteheart: she looks so elegant! They truly look like a power couple ✨

fanofy/n: the Princess has been through so much in the public eye… seeing her smile here makes me emotional 🥹

changwon_citizen89: From a Changwon local here! Thank you Princess Y/N for honoring our traditions so gracefully. You bowed so perfectly at the shrine.

Although there were still some negative and skeptical comments, both you and Wonwoo did your best to put on a brave face and continued with your itinerary in Changwon.

Their Majesties in Seoul could not care less with the online noise. To them, seeing the official photos was enough to put their trust in the union. At first, it had always been about proving to their children that what they were doing was for the best. But, with how you looked at each other today, they did not need any of the proving after all.

The same went for Their Majesties, Wonwoo’s parents, who let the two of you handle everything outside of the Palace. They kept watching the news, of course. Keeping up with the sightings now that you were going to join the Lantern Night by the shore tonight, as part of a local tradition.

The lanterns in Changwon were shaped in the form of sweet persimmons, a local delicacy. The festival symbolizes good fortune, renewal, and hope. The shore was alive with hundreds of citizens participating in the festival. There were families, couples, and friend groups. The sweet persimmon shaped lanterns varied in different colors, added designs, and written wishes and affirmations. The street food selections with different flavors could be smelled from a mile away.

Somehow, it was timely for you to be in Changwon during this particular festival. You were already excited and you hadn't stepped out of the car yet because the security was still checking the whole perimeter.

Wonwoo was in a different car, also waiting.

When the coast was clear, the door was opened and the gasps of the crowd recognizing you both were immediate. Wonwoo immediately walked to you, offering his arm with a smile. Security was quick to surround you both with Mingyu leading the way. 

“Oh my god?” Some of the people exclaimed, completely awestruck. 

“That’s her? That’s really her?!” Another voice chimed in, also mesmerized.

The two of you kept your smiles and waved to the cheering crowd who thankfully maintained distance. There was no special program for your appearance thus after catching a glimpse of the two of you, some dispersed already to continue with the festivities. 

“Your Highnesses,” one of the local lantern makers stood straight before bowing as the two of you approached to get your lantern. 

“Good evening,” Wonwoo said, offering his hand for a handshake. 

You also extended your hand, smiling. “Hello.”

“We weren’t expecting you two. We could have prepared a special lantern,” the old woman, who appeared to be the wife, sadly said.

“It’s alright, ahjumma,” Wonwoo said, accepting the one of the few many that the old man handed over. “This is more than enough.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you said, still smiling. “Thank you for your hard work.”

Soon, all of the crowds gathered by the shoreline with their lanterns. The countdown was down to the last ten minutes. 

You and Wonwoo decided to not write anything on the lantern. It wasn’t because you two didn’t have any wishes of some sort. There were so many of them, it was hard to choose only one.

Yet, as the two of you smiled at each other, holding onto the lantern as the crowd shouted, “Ten, nine, eight…” Wonwoo whispered his wish to you quietly, “I hope this lantern shows all my love.”

Your heart lurches. “Three…”

But you can’t help but smile wider as his fingers brushed against yours. “Two…”

“I hope this lantern shows all my love,” you repeated, making his smile almost reach his ears.

“One!”

The lanterns floated up, engulfing the dark sky with nothing but the sea of sweet orange.

—

The morning of the engagement party was bright and warm. Changwon was a vision to admire as the morning dew covered the windows of your guest room. Your exhaustion from the past days activities was wiped away as you watched the Palace’s staff go about their days in the courtyard. 

It was still early. A little past six after waking up. Your parents and some of Seoul’s staff were coming in the late afternoon. You still had time to work your way around. Although, apparently Wonwoo had cleared any morning schedule for the two of you. Telling the staff that it was time to rest before another, albeit lovely, energy draining event.

“Your Highness?” One staff member knocked on the door, waking you up from your dazed daydreaming. 

“Yes?” You rose up from the window seat, tightening your robes.

When you opened the door a little, you were startled by also Wonwoo standing right then and there, smiling in all his glory.

You gasped, almost shutting the door in front of his face. “Why are you up so early?”

“Well, I figured we could have breakfast outside together,” he simply answered, tilting his head playfully.

“You could have said something about it yesterday?” You scowled, now showing your whole face. “So that I could have prepared at least!”

Wonwoo bit back a laugh. “Don’t worry, take all the time you need. I’ll be waiting.”

I’ll be waiting.

His words echoed inside your head and for a moment, you thought this was all a dream. Looking back from the past, all you did was wait for Wonwoo. And of course he meant something entirely different with what he just said, but your heart couldn’t fail to skip a beat. 

“You’re so annoying,” you said, pouting. “But, fine. Give me thirty minutes.”

Wonwoo raised a brow, smirking. “Go on ahead, Princess.”

---

But you couldn’t. 

How could you?

You stared at the name and attached ID photo. Myung Eunwon. She still looked the same. Her hair now brushed just below her shoulders, effortlessly pretty. Her smile? Angelic. Those eyes? The softest.

Your chest tightened. She looked like someone who still owned Wonwoo. 

You have never hated yourself so much for thinking that.

You felt so insulted and in disbelief. Not because of what Eunwon did. But because of how the world kept testing you. You felt so wronged. You had to be mature again and swallow everything hurting you just to rise above.

Why was this happening to you? 

Why must you make the hard decisions? Why must you restrain yourself from your anger and hurt?

Why does it always feel like you’re  the villain in someone else’s love story?

“Excuse me,” you muttered, pushing your chair back. You stood, holding onto the application tightly in your hand. You walked to where the Medical Team gathered, your heels clicking against the floor with every step.

“Mingyu,” you called quietly. “Can I talk to Wonwoo for a second?”

Mingyu was surprised, but nodded quickly. “Of course, Your Highness.”

You didn’t wait for Wonwoo to say anything. 

“Did you know?” You immediately asked, shoving the application at Wonwoo’s chest. No hesitations. No stuttering. From the moment you two stood face to face, you didn’t waste a second.

Wonwoo stumbled a little as confusion etched on his face, brows furrowing. “What–” 

“I’m assuming everyone, including you, from your team screened these applications before forwarding them to us,” you continued, your voice calm and controlled. The hurt you were hiding was betrayed by the shake of your hands.

Wonwoo finally looked at the application. 

He froze. 

“Y/N I–”

His eyes returned to your face instantly, needing to see your reaction. But, you didn’t meet his gaze. Your eyes remained on the ground, chest rising and falling with how erratic your breathing was.

“I swear Y/N,” he said quietly. “I didn’t see her application. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have let it pass–”

“But that doesn’t mean I—the Foundation—rejects her,” you cut him off, your calm now rendered useless. “I’m just…”

You paused. You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. 

You wanted to ask him, Wonwoo, why? Just why?!

But, you didn’t. Again.

“I’ll handle it,” you said, taking the papers back. Your clammy hands brushed against his and Wonwoo felt cold. He could hear the tiredness from your tone and he knew it was all because of him.

You stepped back and before he could reach for you, your heels turned away from him and you didn’t look back. Didn’t give him the chance to explain. Just left him standing there.

Alone.

—

You felt foolish, like a child about to cry about their candy getting stolen from them. Only this wasn’t about candy. This was more than that. This was something that always sat heavy on your chest like a stone all your life. 

The walk to Jeonghan’s office felt longer than usual. Each step you took was dragged by all of the things you couldn’t undo or unfeel. Your fists tightly clenched at your sides. You took a breath that your fast beating heart beat the air from reaching your lungs. 

Finally, you knocked on the door and stepped in.

Jeonghan looked up, his smile vanishing in an instant at the torn expression of your face.

“Myung Eunwon was shortlisted by the Medical Team,” you said immediately with no pause and no hesitation. But, anyone that knew you could tell how shaken your voice sounded. Even though you didn’t stutter or stumble. It cracked. It trembled. 

Jeonghan took a deep breath and leaned forward, his arms folding on the desk. He maintained eye contact, waiting on your next words and actions.  

You swallowed the lump on your throat and placed the papers on his table. Your fingers didn’t let go at first. You just stared at it like you just wanted to burn it. 

You wished you did.

“I understand it’s in my best interest to not meddle about this,” you exhaled, before continuing, “I won’t use force, and I most certainly will not use my influence.”

Silence.

“Y/N,” Jeonghan whispered, voice warm. 

You hated how sad he sounded. Because here it goes again. The pity you had come to dread, creeping back. 

You shook your head and raised a hand. You didn’t want to hear it. You didn’t want to break. 

You understood that power without integrity is just control. Despite the pain, the jealousy, and the quiet collapse of everything you and Wonwoo were building, the values of the Foundation must remain intact. 

Your values and your integrity. They all had to remain.

Your heart was breaking. But, you were not.

You turned to leave because there is nothing more to say, nothing more to hear. 

“I just needed you to know,” you barely said under your breath.  

Then, you walked out. You straightened your spine and just let everything go. 

—

In Wonwoo’s mind, he didn’t owe you an explanation. He was not at fault for this slip up. 

But in his heart, he was guilty of hurting you once again. You didn’t have to say it out loud. He could already tell how your voice fell and how your eyes went cold. Seemingly dead. 

“Myung Eunwon’s application was accepted, Sir,” Mingyu informed him.

Wonwoo solemnly nodded. “Thank you, Mingyu.”

There was nothing left to be said. You made a decision and he understood what it meant for the Foundation. What it meant for you. 

It was already after hours and the light inside your office illuminated outside the hallway. You must be alone since he saw Jeongyeon leave at six. He sighed, mustering the courage to walk and knock on your door. It had been a tough day. The anticipation of the medical outreach was suddenly cracked and broken.

He knocked. Three times, before twisting the doorknob open. 

You looked up, fingers pausing from typing. 

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry this happened,” Wonwoo said, standing straight. If he was being honest, he really didn’t know what to say. All he knew was that you’re hurting again. He knew you weren’t one to blame other people. Even him. But, this time, he wanted to let you know that you could lean on him. You could let it all out and never hold back ever again.

You could feel the sharp pang inside your chest. You sighed, leaning back to your chair. “I don’t want to be in your shadow Wonwoo.” 

Or hers.

“You’re not,” Wonwoo insisted, taking a step closer to your table. But, he was careful.

“But, why does it feel like it?” Your voice cracked. You wanted to be angry. You wanted to scream. But, all you could muster out was your small voice and teary eyes. 

“I didn’t ask to be chosen. I was already here,” you continued, then wiped away a tear that dropped.

—

The medical outreach was in full swing after weeks of devotion and preparation. Every volunteer was in position, equipped and ready to serve those in need. Even though it was just a one-day event, the Foundation was committed to providing the best service that it could offer powered by its enthusiastic and brilliant volunteers.

A short opening program marked the official start of the outreach. A brief introduction on what was the purpose and what will happen was explained. You and Wonwoo were all smiling and waving, standing side by side, when you were both introduced. Neither of you held a microphone since there was nothing that needed to be said.

You know how Wonwoo wanted to take this opportunity to not have the focus on him. But instead on the purpose and heart of this event.

Afterwards, you and Wonwoo parted ways with a subtle nod at each other. You headed toward one tent while he proceeded to perform his own duties. You had no intention of staying long, anyway. Wishing to go back to the office as soon as possible.

Especially now that you have seen Eunwon.

This is your first time seeing her in a long while. University was a long time ago and yet, the sight of her still stirred the quiet jealousy and resentment buried deep in your heart.

Had I been a doctor, would Wonwoo have looked at me? You wondered to yourself, before forcing your gaze away.

The volunteers were under the Medical Team’s supervision, which spared you from meeting Eunwon’s eyes. There was no need, if you’re being honest. But knowing she was here, a volunteer of an outreach led by Wonwoo, left nothing but a bitter taste you couldn’t ignore. 

Still, this day was not, and would never be, about you.

—

The following morning, chaos greeted you. 

News about the medical outreach was everywhere. Headlines splashed across screens, posts flooding every feed. It was received warmly, praised even. Wonwoo’s reputation shone brighter than ever and his standing in the eyes of both the Kingdoms of Seoul and Changwon practically untouchable.

It was a success.

Except for one tabloid post. 

The article was harmless at first glance. It was photos of Eunwon, all smiles as she helped around with the children and the elderly. There were many shots of her that day. But it seemed like the world’s attention was fixated on only one.

Eunwon… with Wonwoo.

To most, it was nothing. A pair of doctors doing their jobs, just standing together as they helped an elderly patient sit onto the examination table. That’s how it should have been perceived. Nothing more, nothing less.

But the headline felt like a slap to your face: “Myung Eunwon, a Queen in the Making?”

Your grip on the tablet tightened, rage flashing in your mind and heart. They’re eating this up, you thought. Your eyes slid shut for just a moment as you tried to catch your breath. 

By the time you exhaled, PR was already handling it. One message after another blinked on your screen, urging you to not engage.

Just ignore.

But, how?

—

“Will anyone explain to me as to why Ms. Myung was at the outreach yesterday?” 

The King, your father, spoke with a calmness that carried a razor’s edge. He had summoned you, Wonwoo, and Jeonghan the moment the morning reports reached him.

Jeonghan stood up straighter, opening his mouth to speak, “Your Maj—”

“She volunteered,” you cut in, keeping your expression carefully neutral. “I approved of it.”

It was the truth anyway. Why lie?

“My sincerest apologies, Your Majesty. It was an oversight on my part,” Wonwoo added. He knew all too well that his history with her was at the heart of the tension.

The King raised his hand, silencing the three of you. “I’d like to speak to the Princess alone.”

Both men standing beside you, Jeonghan on your left and Wonwoo on your right, glanced at you. You just exhaled and didn’t meet either of their eyes.

“Leave, gentlemen.”

Reluctantly, they bowed and walked to the opened doors. Wonwoo tried to catch your gaze, but you kept your focus on the King. 

When the doors closed with a heavy click, your father rose from his seat.

“Why did it not occur to you to consult anyone on this matter? With me?” He asked, walking to the window that overlooked the city.

“It did occur to me,” you defended, maintaining your stance. “I just didn’t think it was necessary.”

“Your mother is furious,” he replied.

“I figured,” you muttered. “I was just protecting the Foundation. I can’t have it look like I rejected a volunteer simply because they were an ex-girlfriend or something.”

“Y/N,” The King said, exasperated now, turning to face you fully. “You should have let the Palace handle it.”

“That’s not the point!” You screamed, the words ripping from you. Raw and loud, your voice cracking. Tears pricked at your eyes.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Please don’t cry.

The King was surprised, but softened at the break in your voice.

“I… I did think about it,” you said, swallowing hard. “Everything. My pride, my well-being, and my power. But in that moment, none of it mattered. It meant nothing.”

The silence that fell between you was thick and suffocating.

You drew in a steadying breath. “I stand by my decision. I don’t care what the tabloid says. It’s done.”

—

“You look like shit,” Kwon Soonyoung, one of the volunteers and closest friend of Wonwoo, said without needing to look at him.

Wonwoo sighed, dropping down beside him. “Thanks.”

Soonyoung nodded, organizing the documents he’s in charge of one by one regarding the Medical Outreach. He came all the way from Changwon to support Wonwoo and he knew it was going to be eventful, with the imminent engagement and all. He just didn’t expect it to be that eventful.

“She saw the photos?” Soonyoung asked, glancing at Wonwoo then back to the binders.

Wonwoo nods.

“And?”

“She didn’t speak about it,” Wonwoo answered, rubbing the back of his head. “But, I already knew she was upset when Eunwon’s application slipped through my fingers.”

Soonyoung sighed. “She’s pulling away and that’s the worst, huh?”

Wonwoo didn’t answer. He couldn’t because that meant Soonyoung was right.

He’s not ready to accept that truth.

Another closed binder, another one opened. Soonyoung continued to work. 

“You know what I noticed at the event?” He then asked casually. “Every time Eunwon walked near, you didn’t move.”

Wonwoo frowned. “I wasn’t even paying any attention to her.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Soonyoung said, shaking his head. “She made sure the cameras caught her smiling and all you had to do was allow it to happen.”

Wonwoo ran his hand down to his face. “It’s not like that. I didn’t mea—.”

“I’m sorry man, but that doesn’t matter anymore,” Soonyoung cut in, then calmly continued, “Y/N’s not mad at you. But, she’s fighting a battle with herself. Wondering about whether she’s a footnote or a future in your life.”

That landed hard, like a punch in Wonwoo’s stomach.

“Do you, at least, like Princess Y/N?” Soonyoung asked after a beat, expecting a vague answer from Wonwoo. But what he answered surprised him.

“Yes.”

Soonyoung slowly nodded, impressed. Then, he closed the last folder and stood up. 

“I think you should stop liking her in private.”

Wonwoo stayed seated, the words echoing inside his head.

Stop liking her in private.

—

Joint Announcement from the Royal Households of Seoul and Changwon

The Royal Households of Changwon and Seoul are pleased to announce the engagement of His Royal Highness Crown Prince Wonwoo of Changwon and Her Royal Highness Crown Princess Y/N of Seoul.

In recognition of Her Royal Highness’s heritage, her humanitarian service, and the enduring friendship between our nations, the engagement ceremony will be held in Changwon.

Further details regarding the date and arrangements will be shared in due course. Both families extend their gratitude for the warm congratulations and kind wishes received from near and far.

---

But you couldn’t. 

How could you?

You stared at the name and attached ID photo. Myung Eunwon. She still looked the same. Her hair now brushed just below her shoulders, effortlessly pretty. Her smile? Angelic. Those eyes? The softest.

Your chest tightened. She looked like someone who still owned Wonwoo. 

You have never hated yourself so much for thinking that.

You felt so insulted and in disbelief. Not because of what Eunwon did. But because of how the world kept testing you. You felt so wronged. You had to be mature again and swallow everything hurting you just to rise above.

Why was this happening to you? 

Why must you make the hard decisions? Why must you restrain yourself from your anger and hurt?

Why does it always feel like you’re  the villain in someone else’s love story?

“Excuse me,” you muttered, pushing your chair back. You stood, holding onto the application tightly in your hand. You walked to where the Medical Team gathered, your heels clicking against the floor with every step.

“Mingyu,” you called quietly. “Can I talk to Wonwoo for a second?”

Mingyu was surprised, but nodded quickly. “Of course, Your Highness.”

You didn’t wait for Wonwoo to say anything. 

“Did you know?” You immediately asked, shoving the application at Wonwoo’s chest. No hesitations. No stuttering. From the moment you two stood face to face, you didn’t waste a second.

Wonwoo stumbled a little as confusion etched on his face, brows furrowing. “What–” 

“I’m assuming everyone, including you, from your team screened these applications before forwarding them to us,” you continued, your voice calm and controlled. The hurt you were hiding was betrayed by the shake of your hands.

Wonwoo finally looked at the application. 

He froze. 

“Y/N I–”

His eyes returned to your face instantly, needing to see your reaction. But, you didn’t meet his gaze. Your eyes remained on the ground, chest rising and falling with how erratic your breathing was.

“I swear Y/N,” he said quietly. “I didn’t see her application. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have let it pass–”

“But that doesn’t mean I—the Foundation—rejects her,” you cut him off, your calm now rendered useless. “I’m just…”

You paused. You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. 

You wanted to ask him, Wonwoo, why? Just why?!

But, you didn’t. Again.

“I’ll handle it,” you said, taking the papers back. Your clammy hands brushed against his and Wonwoo felt cold. He could hear the tiredness from your tone and he knew it was all because of him.

You stepped back and before he could reach for you, your heels turned away from him and you didn’t look back. Didn’t give him the chance to explain. Just left him standing there.

Alone.

—

You felt foolish, like a child about to cry about their candy getting stolen from them. Only this wasn’t about candy. This was more than that. This was something that always sat heavy on your chest like a stone all your life. 

The walk to Jeonghan’s office felt longer than usual. Each step you took was dragged by all of the things you couldn’t undo or unfeel. Your fists tightly clenched at your sides. You took a breath that your fast beating heart beat the air from reaching your lungs. 

Finally, you knocked on the door and stepped in.

Jeonghan looked up, his smile vanishing in an instant at the torn expression of your face.

“Myung Eunwon was shortlisted by the Medical Team,” you said immediately with no pause and no hesitation. But, anyone that knew you could tell how shaken your voice sounded. Even though you didn’t stutter or stumble. It cracked. It trembled. 

Jeonghan took a deep breath and leaned forward, his arms folding on the desk. He maintained eye contact, waiting on your next words and actions.  

You swallowed the lump on your throat and placed the papers on his table. Your fingers didn’t let go at first. You just stared at it like you just wanted to burn it. 

You wished you did.

“I understand it’s in my best interest to not meddle about this,” you exhaled, before continuing, “I won’t use force, and I most certainly will not use my influence.”

Silence.

“Y/N,” Jeonghan whispered, voice warm. 

You hated how sad he sounded. Because here it goes again. The pity you had come to dread, creeping back. 

You shook your head and raised a hand. You didn’t want to hear it. You didn’t want to break. 

You understood that power without integrity is just control. Despite the pain, the jealousy, and the quiet collapse of everything you and Wonwoo were building, the values of the Foundation must remain intact. 

Your values and your integrity. They all had to remain.

Your heart was breaking. But, you were not.

You turned to leave because there is nothing more to say, nothing more to hear. 

“I just needed you to know,” you barely said under your breath.  

Then, you walked out. You straightened your spine and just let everything go. 

—

In Wonwoo’s mind, he didn’t owe you an explanation. He was not at fault for this slip up. 

But in his heart, he was guilty of hurting you once again. You didn’t have to say it out loud. He could already tell how your voice fell and how your eyes went cold. Seemingly dead. 

“Myung Eunwon’s application was accepted, Sir,” Mingyu informed him.

Wonwoo solemnly nodded. “Thank you, Mingyu.”

There was nothing left to be said. You made a decision and he understood what it meant for the Foundation. What it meant for you. 

It was already after hours and the light inside your office illuminated outside the hallway. You must be alone since he saw Jeongyeon leave at six. He sighed, mustering the courage to walk and knock on your door. It had been a tough day. The anticipation of the medical outreach was suddenly cracked and broken.

He knocked. Three times, before twisting the doorknob open. 

You looked up, fingers pausing from typing. 

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry this happened,” Wonwoo said, standing straight. If he was being honest, he really didn’t know what to say. All he knew was that you’re hurting again. He knew you weren’t one to blame other people. Even him. But, this time, he wanted to let you know that you could lean on him. You could let it all out and never hold back ever again.

You could feel the sharp pang inside your chest. You sighed, leaning back to your chair. “I don’t want to be in your shadow Wonwoo.” 

Or hers.

“You’re not,” Wonwoo insisted, taking a step closer to your table. But, he was careful.

“But, why does it feel like it?” Your voice cracked. You wanted to be angry. You wanted to scream. But, all you could muster out was your small voice and teary eyes. 

“I didn’t ask to be chosen. I was already here,” you continued, then wiped away a tear that dropped.

—

The medical outreach was in full swing after weeks of devotion and preparation. Every volunteer was in position, equipped and ready to serve those in need. Even though it was just a one-day event, the Foundation was committed to providing the best service that it could offer powered by its enthusiastic and brilliant volunteers.

A short opening program marked the official start of the outreach. A brief introduction on what was the purpose and what will happen was explained. You and Wonwoo were all smiling and waving, standing side by side, when you were both introduced. Neither of you held a microphone since there was nothing that needed to be said.

You know how Wonwoo wanted to take this opportunity to not have the focus on him. But instead on the purpose and heart of this event.

Afterwards, you and Wonwoo parted ways with a subtle nod at each other. You headed toward one tent while he proceeded to perform his own duties. You had no intention of staying long, anyway. Wishing to go back to the office as soon as possible.

Especially now that you have seen Eunwon.

This is your first time seeing her in a long while. University was a long time ago and yet, the sight of her still stirred the quiet jealousy and resentment buried deep in your heart.

Had I been a doctor, would Wonwoo have looked at me? You wondered to yourself, before forcing your gaze away.

The volunteers were under the Medical Team’s supervision, which spared you from meeting Eunwon’s eyes. There was no need, if you’re being honest. But knowing she was here, a volunteer of an outreach led by Wonwoo, left nothing but a bitter taste you couldn’t ignore. 

Still, this day was not, and would never be, about you.

—

The following morning, chaos greeted you. 

News about the medical outreach was everywhere. Headlines splashed across screens, posts flooding every feed. It was received warmly, praised even. Wonwoo’s reputation shone brighter than ever and his standing in the eyes of both the Kingdoms of Seoul and Changwon practically untouchable.

It was a success.

Except for one tabloid post. 

The article was harmless at first glance. It was photos of Eunwon, all smiles as she helped around with the children and the elderly. There were many shots of her that day. But it seemed like the world’s attention was fixated on only one.

Eunwon… with Wonwoo.

To most, it was nothing. A pair of doctors doing their jobs, just standing together as they helped an elderly patient sit onto the examination table. That’s how it should have been perceived. Nothing more, nothing less.

But the headline felt like a slap to your face: “Myung Eunwon, a Queen in the Making?”

Your grip on the tablet tightened, rage flashing in your mind and heart. They’re eating this up, you thought. Your eyes slid shut for just a moment as you tried to catch your breath. 

By the time you exhaled, PR was already handling it. One message after another blinked on your screen, urging you to not engage.

Just ignore.

But, how?

—

“Will anyone explain to me as to why Ms. Myung was at the outreach yesterday?” 

The King, your father, spoke with a calmness that carried a razor’s edge. He had summoned you, Wonwoo, and Jeonghan the moment the morning reports reached him.

Jeonghan stood up straighter, opening his mouth to speak, “Your Maj—”

“She volunteered,” you cut in, keeping your expression carefully neutral. “I approved of it.”

It was the truth anyway. Why lie?

“My sincerest apologies, Your Majesty. It was an oversight on my part,” Wonwoo added. He knew all too well that his history with her was at the heart of the tension.

The King raised his hand, silencing the three of you. “I’d like to speak to the Princess alone.”

Both men standing beside you, Jeonghan on your left and Wonwoo on your right, glanced at you. You just exhaled and didn’t meet either of their eyes.

“Leave, gentlemen.”

Reluctantly, they bowed and walked to the opened doors. Wonwoo tried to catch your gaze, but you kept your focus on the King. 

When the doors closed with a heavy click, your father rose from his seat.

“Why did it not occur to you to consult anyone on this matter? With me?” He asked, walking to the window that overlooked the city.

“It did occur to me,” you defended, maintaining your stance. “I just didn’t think it was necessary.”

“Your mother is furious,” he replied.

“I figured,” you muttered. “I was just protecting the Foundation. I can’t have it look like I rejected a volunteer simply because they were an ex-girlfriend or something.”

“Y/N,” The King said, exasperated now, turning to face you fully. “You should have let the Palace handle it.”

“That’s not the point!” You screamed, the words ripping from you. Raw and loud, your voice cracking. Tears pricked at your eyes.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Please don’t cry.

The King was surprised, but softened at the break in your voice.

“I… I did think about it,” you said, swallowing hard. “Everything. My pride, my well-being, and my power. But in that moment, none of it mattered. It meant nothing.”

The silence that fell between you was thick and suffocating.

You drew in a steadying breath. “I stand by my decision. I don’t care what the tabloid says. It’s done.”

—

“You look like shit,” Kwon Soonyoung, one of the volunteers and closest friend of Wonwoo, said without needing to look at him.

Wonwoo sighed, dropping down beside him. “Thanks.”

Soonyoung nodded, organizing the documents he’s in charge of one by one regarding the Medical Outreach. He came all the way from Changwon to support Wonwoo and he knew it was going to be eventful, with the imminent engagement and all. He just didn’t expect it to be that eventful.

“She saw the photos?” Soonyoung asked, glancing at Wonwoo then back to the binders.

Wonwoo nods.

“And?”

“She didn’t speak about it,” Wonwoo answered, rubbing the back of his head. “But, I already knew she was upset when Eunwon’s application slipped through my fingers.”

Soonyoung sighed. “She’s pulling away and that’s the worst, huh?”

Wonwoo didn’t answer. He couldn’t because that meant Soonyoung was right.

He’s not ready to accept that truth.

Another closed binder, another one opened. Soonyoung continued to work. 

“You know what I noticed at the event?” He then asked casually. “Every time Eunwon walked near, you didn’t move.”

Wonwoo frowned. “I wasn’t even paying any attention to her.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Soonyoung said, shaking his head. “She made sure the cameras caught her smiling and all you had to do was allow it to happen.”

Wonwoo ran his hand down to his face. “It’s not like that. I didn’t mea—.”

“I’m sorry man, but that doesn’t matter anymore,” Soonyoung cut in, then calmly continued, “Y/N’s not mad at you. But, she’s fighting a battle with herself. Wondering about whether she’s a footnote or a future in your life.”

That landed hard, like a punch in Wonwoo’s stomach.

“Do you, at least, like Princess Y/N?” Soonyoung asked after a beat, expecting a vague answer from Wonwoo. But what he answered surprised him.

“Yes.”

Soonyoung slowly nodded, impressed. Then, he closed the last folder and stood up. 

“I think you should stop liking her in private.”

Wonwoo stayed seated, the words echoing inside his head.

Stop liking her in private.

—

Joint Announcement from the Royal Households of Seoul and Changwon

The Royal Households of Changwon and Seoul are pleased to announce the engagement of His Royal Highness Crown Prince Wonwoo of Changwon and Her Royal Highness Crown Princess Y/N of Seoul.

In recognition of Her Royal Highness’s heritage, her humanitarian service, and the enduring friendship between our nations, the engagement ceremony will be held in Changwon.

Further details regarding the date and arrangements will be shared in due course. Both families extend their gratitude for the warm congratulations and kind wishes received from near and far.

---

On one of the rare visits the King made without the Queen, he went to the royal family’s vacation house in the quiet city. 

Wonwoo will never know that beneath the stoic expression of his father’s face and commanding voice, he desperately wants to give what his son’s heart truly desires. It may seem so easy for him to decide and order everything according to his will, but the truth is, it’s far heavier and far harder. 

Jeon Wonwoo may be the family’s greatest legacy, but he will always remain as the King and Queen’s beloved son. 

However, ultimately, their lives — and their hearts — belong to the people of the Kingdom of Seoul. The families, workers, youth — they all have placed their trust in the royal family to provide the stability, security, and peace they deserve. And if that can be upheld with a marriage of convenience, then they are bound to honor it.

Wonwoo was out and about when Mingyu rushed to relay the message that His Majesty had landed in Kyoto and his presence was immediately ordered. 

When he arrived at the house, he saw the King gazing into the valley where everything was so tranquil. The sound of the water and the soft greenery made him wonder how his son had endured away from the chaos back home.

“Your Majesty,” Wonwoo greets his father and bows when the doors to the private office finally close, leaving room for them to talk.

The King nods while his hands are clasped behind his back. Silence is all he offered for the first few minutes and Wonwoo waited, patiently. He thinks this could be an opportunity to change his mind, but it was too wishful thinking. 

“I don’t have much more to say and this will be the last time I will be visiting you here, Wonwoo,” King Jeon starts, turning his head to look right straight into his son’s solemn eyes. His own eyes almost watered upon finally seeing him again after a long while, but he held them in.  “Next time, you will come back to Changwon, then to Seoul.”

Wonwoo looks away, the burning sensation of heartbreak rising to his chest once again. But maybe, just maybe. For the last time, he could have one last chance to convince the throne that,

“Eunwon could be queen, father.”

King Jeon let out a long and defeated sigh before taking careful steps towards him. His heart ached with each step — not as a ruler, but as a father. He had watched Wonwoo grow to be the remarkable man that he is today, shaped by years of disciplined training. 

And yet, he still wants to protect him. Protect him not from war or scandal, but from heartbreak and misplaced hope. Wonwoo was born to be king, and a king will need more than love. He will need someone with strength, certainty, and unwavering support. Someone he can trust in every storm, at every turn. The King could not find all of that in this girl, no matter how sincere she may seem.

When they stand face to face with little distance between their tall frames, he fixes the collar of his son’s shirt and explains, “She will never be, son. Her family will never be our ally. Their betrayal goes way back. Generations deep. We may have maintained the peace for decades, but that’s all that it will ever be.”

“But, I love her,” Wonwoo begs, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his face. “She’s not her family. Her love for me is a testament enough that she will never betray me, or our family, or Seoul.”

The King sadly smiles, patting his son’s shoulders before pulling him into a strong and tight embrace. It’s a gesture of an apology because in the end, he could not really give him the world. 

Wonwoo wept. 

He knew, through this bone crushing hug with no more words to be said, that his father understands him. He understands that his son’s heart is breaking into a million pieces. He understands that his son had smiled, laughed, and loved and that he’s asking him to give them all up. As a father, he understands that his son wishes to not have had the birthright because its promises are not enough to compare with the love he had known with Eunwon.

But as the King of Changwon, he also understands that his son must choose not what is easy, but what is right.

And what is right is choosing duty over love. 

The silent tears they shared was the final message: a decision had been made. 

—

Wonwoo can’t seem to calm his nerves down as he stares at your sleeping figure. He’s trying to keep his cool with a straight face, but his actions betray him. He’s always checking your heartbeat, stomach, and breathing with the stethoscope draped around his neck. Despite the fact that he can clearly see your vitals displayed on the monitor.

He just can’t help it. 

Despite your stable condition. Your lips and complexion have grown pale over exhaustion caused by your vomiting from the office, inside the ambulance. It’s hard to erase the picture of it. He sighs as he stands up straight after checking your stomach for the nth time. He knows you’re okay now. He’s just having a hard time convincing himself. 

“Your Highness,” Mingyu calls gently for him. When he turns around, he’s greeted by the medical staff. He didn’t hear their knock nor notice their arrival, his attention only yours.

Wonwoo immediately uncrosses his arms and extends his right hand to one of the doctors. “Thank you for taking care of her. I’m Jeon Wonwoo.”

“Your Highness,” the man in the middle replies and shakes his hand before introducing himself, “I’m Dr. Han, the royal family’s attending physician.”

Wonwoo nods, listening intently to their explanation of your condition.

“We have sent the blood sample for testing,” Dr. Han says. “We also sent the emesis sample,” — he gestures subtly to Wonwoo’s shirt —“to the lab.” 

The Prince meets eyes with Mingyu and he nods in understanding, quietly stepping out.

“We should have the results within the hour.”

“Thank you very much, Dr. Han,” Wonwoo says sincerely, expressing his gratitude once again with another handshake. 

“We have also informed Their Majesties. They will release a statement once the results are in. Nonetheless, no information of the Princess’ hospitalization has been leaked.”

Dr. Han and the rest of the staff were gone within ten minutes after checking on you. 

Then, you and Wonwoo are left alone for the very first time. 

But this time, it’s different. You’re sick and in deep slumber, while he’s left wrestling with guilt and regret. 

Wonwoo… doesn’t really know much about you. He’s not justifying his coldness back then, but he did refuse to get to know you. He just knows you’re a Princess and an attorney. That’s all you were to him. He didn’t have that much interaction with you unless Their Majesties forced him. And everytime you did, there was supervision because they knew he would run away.

Meeting you at sixteen was probably one of the hardest days of his life. He was young and stubborn. He understands you didn’t do anything wrong, but despite that, he couldn’t help but remain guarded and resentful. You greeted him then with the warmest smile — your eyes were so bright and hopeful. But, he barely acknowledged you. King Jeon had to glare at him to remind him to be polite. No more words were exchanged after that. Since then, everything was silent between the two of you. 

Your arrangement was made known when he was already with Eunwon. Already building a future he thought belonged to him. He was angry, for obvious reasons. But, he hopes you will believe him when he says he will never blame you. Although the scorn on his face was message enough, he hopes that you will believe him when he says it’s not your fault. He was just projecting to whoever because he felt so helpless.

He regrets making you go through everything alone. It must have been lonely. 

He thinks back to Eunwon. He had loved her with all his heart. She was the embodiment of exhilarating freedom — an escape from his duty of the crown that often felt like imprisonment. He would like to believe that she viewed him as just a devoted man, beyond the name, title, and power. With her, everything would have changed in a blink of an eye. Choosing her would be rewriting history. But maybe he never thought far enough ahead. What happens next after that? What would happen when the consequences of his decision finally catches up? 

He doesn’t seem to want to know anymore.

And now that he’s here with you — the woman who had never once asked to be chosen — he begins to wonder if he really did love Eunwon. Or did she ever truly love him?

Somehow, there’s a place in his heart that wishes he could have at least been your friend. You were never the villain in his life and what could have been to begin with. 

He remembers though. How you always remained so polite and kind. Not forceful. Not angry. Just graceful, despite everything he put you through. Your smile never died through it all. Always ready with careful answers that will protect him whenever anyone asks. 

As far as anyone is concerned, Changwon needs Seoul. Yet, you have always held his and his Kingdom’s name high. 

One morning, as he makes way towards breakfast with your family — a routine that had become part of his day ever since moving into the Palace — he overhears you and Their Majesties talking. His steps slow down upon hearing his name spoken by the Queen.

“I hope everything is well between you and Wonwoo,” she said carefully. “He starts working at the foundation soon. I’m hoping there will be no misunderstandings, and certainly not a scandal. Jeongyeon has been reporting to me on the Prince’s conduct. While we may dote on him, we won’t tolerate any disrespect toward you.”

“Jeongyeon is just protective, Mother.” you immediately answer, tone bright and soft. “The Prince has never behaved improperly around me. Our interactions have been nothing but respectful.”

You speak of him like everything was just a hearsay — something you always debunk with a smile and a shake of head.

Their Majesties nodded slowly, proud of your poise in all of this. They may not say it outright, but they still want you to feel supported and protected. You have never, not once, defied or complained against their wishes. And though, duty must be of utmost priority, they still want you to feel seen. 

While Wonwoo remains out of sight, what you said was technically true. But, you and him both know that there’s more than meets the eye. His coldness, distance and avoidance — you can see all of it. And yet, you talk of him to everyone else with so much dignity.

Suddenly, something inside him shifted. 

He can’t find it in himself to face you. He retreats quietly. He’d have Mingyu inform Their Majesties he had to leave early.

And now, here you are. Sick and worn out. 

Thinking back to your previous conversation that one dinner at the Palace, he regrets still showing signs of resentment. His intentions were genuine when he requested to work at the Seoul Foundation. He was just having a hard time coming to terms with the decision he had made to fulfill his duties as the Crowned Prince of Changwon. 

As for Eunwon, he no longer feels anything for her anymore. He may have been with her, but she’s all in the past. His focus now is on the present and the greater responsibility that lies ahead. 

Wonwoo exhales slowly and looks around for a chair he can sit on. He’s sure there’s one nearby, after all this is the VIP room. Once he finds one in the lounge corner, he carefully carries it over and settles beside your bed.

He finally sits down after staying on his feet for who knows how long. 

He hopes you wake up soon and feel better soon. 

It’s… unsettling for him to watch you like this. It feels like there’s a different kind of heaviness on his chest. It’s not just the guilt, he’s sure.

But, he feels something else he’s not ready to name.

—

Mingyu returns after thirty minutes with clean, comfortable clothes. He also brings news from Jeongyeon that Their Majesties will be arriving in the next ten minutes to finally see the Princess. 

Jeongyeon has entrusted Mingyu to remain not only by Prince Wonwoo’s side, but by yours as well, while she arranges your security detail and packs your personal belongings — in case your stay might last longer than expected.  

Wonwoo rises from the chair to change, muttering a quiet thank you. If he’s going to stay by your side, he’ll need to get out of his soiled work clothes. But before he can take another step, he notices your sudden movement. It’s small, but he saw you twitch. 

“Y/N?” He calls for your name. “Hey, can you hear—”

Your body jerks violently, lurching forward. You’re vomiting again. He quickly grabs the basin under the bed and slams the emergency button on the wall. He props you up — an arm braced around your back, the other steadying the basin beneath your chin.

“Get Dr. Han—now!” He shouts and Mingyu bolts from the room.

In a matter of seconds, the monitor beeps frantically; alarm sounds blaring throughout the VIP ward. An indication that something wrong is happening. Something very wrong. Your heart rate spikes and your blood pressure plummets. 

“She’s crashing!” He yells, still holding you upright as best as he can. 

“Y/N?” He cups your left cheek, trying to catch your eyes.

But you're vomiting again. Your body has gone limp from exhaustion, and he can feel it.

“No, no — stay with me!”

The door bursts open with Dr. Han rushing in. The nurses soon followed with equipment in tow. One nurse takes the basin away from Wonwoo, while another one reaches for you, trying to lower you back down the bed. His arm around you tightens, unwilling to let go.

“Your Highness—,” Dr. Han calls for Wonwoo, but he doesn’t listen. 

“She’s in hypovolemic shock. We need to start fluids,” Wonwoo orders, trained hands moving fast to find the IV port while his eyes remain locked on you. He has to save you. He will. He just needs to—

“Your Highness,” Dr. Han says, low and steady, but unyielding. “You can’t.”

Wonwoo ignores Dr. Han and shoves his hand away when he tries reaching for him. “Don’t touch me! I’ve got her!”

“Sir,” Dr. Han continues to prevent him from going near the Princess. “I’m the only one authorized to provide care for Her Highness during this emergency.”

“Let me help,” Wonwoo pleads, voice cracking.

“Your Highness,” Mingyu’s voice cuts through the noise, stepping beside the Prince as royal security. “Please, let go of Princess Y/N.”

“We’ll take over from here, Your Highness,” Dr. Han says, regretful but firm. “Please step back.”

“I can’t!” Wonwoo’s desperation bursts out. “I have to do something!”

He thrashes in Mingyu’s grip, stumbling, confused — unable to understand why they’re stopping him from taking care of you. He reaches out again, his hand grasping for something — anything — and catches yours.

Cold. Lifeless.

“Sir, you must let them take care of her,” Mingyu says. “You’re the Crowned Prince.”

Wonwoo feels like he’s been doused with ice cold water. His whole body was telling him to act. But even in this situation, his duty leaves him frozen in place.

Mingyu didn’t need to explain further. Wonwoo already knew his place. 

His fingers fall away from yours. He surrenders.

The nurses move in quickly and this big room swallows you whole.

He may have been trained to save lives.

But he was never meant to save yours.

—

Official Statement from the Royal Households of Seoul and Changwon

Their Majesties, King and Queen of Seoul, together with the King and Queen of Changwon, wish to inform the public that Her Highness, Princess Y/N, is currently in stable condition following a brief medical emergency.

Medical examinations confirmed that Her Highness experienced acute food poisoning, resulting in severe dehydration and related complications. Thanks to the immediate care led by the Royal Medical Team led by Dr. Han, Her Highness is in stable condition and currently recovering. 

His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Jeon Wonwoo, was present during the incident and has remained by her side throughout the emergency.

The Royal Families wish to extend their sincerest gratitude to the medical staff involved and request for the public’s respect for the Princess’ privacy as she rests during this time of recovery. 

The Royal Public Affairs Office will provide updates through official channels as needed.

—-

When Saera quietly announced the arrival of Their Majesties, both Wonwoo and Mingyu stood tall. They bowed in unison as the doors of the VIP Ward opened. 

The Queen immediately rushes to your sleeping form, barely waiting for the formality to pass. The news of your hospitalization shaken them to the core, but they’re here now and that's all that matters. 

“My girl,” the Queen whispers, lips trembling as she holds off her tears. Her fingers delicately brushes  a strand of stray hair away from your forehead, giving your still-cold skin a warm kiss. You still look pale, but she trusts the medical team when they say you’re okay now. 

The King also places a gentle kiss on your forehead before shifting his attention to Wonwoo. 

“Wonwoo.” He approached him carefully. “Thank you for staying by her side.”

Wonwoo shakes his head with eyes lowered, voice guilty as he answers. “I wish I could have done more, Your Majesty.”

The King offers a grateful smile, placing a steady hand on the boy’s shoulder. “You have done more than enough.”

The King returns by your side and the quiet settles in once again. The steady beeping of the monitor fills the room accompanied by the hushed whispers of the Queen, willing you to hear her. You were going to be okay. And as he comes to terms with that thought, another one blooms through. 

Maybe this wasn’t punishment. 

Maybe this had always been the path his heart was quietly preparing to walk. 

Maybe he was always meant to find his way to you.

For the first time in a long time, Wonwoo didn’t want to run away.

---

On one of the rare visits the King made without the Queen, he went to the royal family’s vacation house in the quiet city. 

Wonwoo will never know that beneath the stoic expression of his father’s face and commanding voice, he desperately wants to give what his son’s heart truly desires. It may seem so easy for him to decide and order everything according to his will, but the truth is, it’s far heavier and far harder. 

Jeon Wonwoo may be the family’s greatest legacy, but he will always remain as the King and Queen’s beloved son. 

However, ultimately, their lives — and their hearts — belong to the people of the Kingdom of Seoul. The families, workers, youth — they all have placed their trust in the royal family to provide the stability, security, and peace they deserve. And if that can be upheld with a marriage of convenience, then they are bound to honor it.

Wonwoo was out and about when Mingyu rushed to relay the message that His Majesty had landed in Kyoto and his presence was immediately ordered. 

When he arrived at the house, he saw the King gazing into the valley where everything was so tranquil. The sound of the water and the soft greenery made him wonder how his son had endured away from the chaos back home.

“Your Majesty,” Wonwoo greets his father and bows when the doors to the private office finally close, leaving room for them to talk.

The King nods while his hands are clasped behind his back. Silence is all he offered for the first few minutes and Wonwoo waited, patiently. He thinks this could be an opportunity to change his mind, but it was too wishful thinking. 

“I don’t have much more to say and this will be the last time I will be visiting you here, Wonwoo,” King Jeon starts, turning his head to look right straight into his son’s solemn eyes. His own eyes almost watered upon finally seeing him again after a long while, but he held them in.  “Next time, you will come back to Changwon, then to Seoul.”

Wonwoo looks away, the burning sensation of heartbreak rising to his chest once again. But maybe, just maybe. For the last time, he could have one last chance to convince the throne that,

“Eunwon could be queen, father.”

King Jeon let out a long and defeated sigh before taking careful steps towards him. His heart ached with each step — not as a ruler, but as a father. He had watched Wonwoo grow to be the remarkable man that he is today, shaped by years of disciplined training. 

And yet, he still wants to protect him. Protect him not from war or scandal, but from heartbreak and misplaced hope. Wonwoo was born to be king, and a king will need more than love. He will need someone with strength, certainty, and unwavering support. Someone he can trust in every storm, at every turn. The King could not find all of that in this girl, no matter how sincere she may seem.

When they stand face to face with little distance between their tall frames, he fixes the collar of his son’s shirt and explains, “She will never be, son. Her family will never be our ally. Their betrayal goes way back. Generations deep. We may have maintained the peace for decades, but that’s all that it will ever be.”

“But, I love her,” Wonwoo begs, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his face. “She’s not her family. Her love for me is a testament enough that she will never betray me, or our family, or Seoul.”

The King sadly smiles, patting his son’s shoulders before pulling him into a strong and tight embrace. It’s a gesture of an apology because in the end, he could not really give him the world. 

Wonwoo wept. 

He knew, through this bone crushing hug with no more words to be said, that his father understands him. He understands that his son’s heart is breaking into a million pieces. He understands that his son had smiled, laughed, and loved and that he’s asking him to give them all up. As a father, he understands that his son wishes to not have had the birthright because its promises are not enough to compare with the love he had known with Eunwon.

But as the King of Changwon, he also understands that his son must choose not what is easy, but what is right.

And what is right is choosing duty over love. 

The silent tears they shared was the final message: a decision had been made. 

—

Wonwoo can’t seem to calm his nerves down as he stares at your sleeping figure. He’s trying to keep his cool with a straight face, but his actions betray him. He’s always checking your heartbeat, stomach, and breathing with the stethoscope draped around his neck. Despite the fact that he can clearly see your vitals displayed on the monitor.

He just can’t help it. 

Despite your stable condition. Your lips and complexion have grown pale over exhaustion caused by your vomiting from the office, inside the ambulance. It’s hard to erase the picture of it. He sighs as he stands up straight after checking your stomach for the nth time. He knows you’re okay now. He’s just having a hard time convincing himself. 

“Your Highness,” Mingyu calls gently for him. When he turns around, he’s greeted by the medical staff. He didn’t hear their knock nor notice their arrival, his attention only yours.

Wonwoo immediately uncrosses his arms and extends his right hand to one of the doctors. “Thank you for taking care of her. I’m Jeon Wonwoo.”

“Your Highness,” the man in the middle replies and shakes his hand before introducing himself, “I’m Dr. Han, the royal family’s attending physician.”

Wonwoo nods, listening intently to their explanation of your condition.

“We have sent the blood sample for testing,” Dr. Han says. “We also sent the emesis sample,” — he gestures subtly to Wonwoo’s shirt —“to the lab.” 

The Prince meets eyes with Mingyu and he nods in understanding, quietly stepping out.

“We should have the results within the hour.”

“Thank you very much, Dr. Han,” Wonwoo says sincerely, expressing his gratitude once again with another handshake. 

“We have also informed Their Majesties. They will release a statement once the results are in. Nonetheless, no information of the Princess’ hospitalization has been leaked.”

Dr. Han and the rest of the staff were gone within ten minutes after checking on you. 

Then, you and Wonwoo are left alone for the very first time. 

But this time, it’s different. You’re sick and in deep slumber, while he’s left wrestling with guilt and regret. 

Wonwoo… doesn’t really know much about you. He’s not justifying his coldness back then, but he did refuse to get to know you. He just knows you’re a Princess and an attorney. That’s all you were to him. He didn’t have that much interaction with you unless Their Majesties forced him. And everytime you did, there was supervision because they knew he would run away.

Meeting you at sixteen was probably one of the hardest days of his life. He was young and stubborn. He understands you didn’t do anything wrong, but despite that, he couldn’t help but remain guarded and resentful. You greeted him then with the warmest smile — your eyes were so bright and hopeful. But, he barely acknowledged you. King Jeon had to glare at him to remind him to be polite. No more words were exchanged after that. Since then, everything was silent between the two of you. 

Your arrangement was made known when he was already with Eunwon. Already building a future he thought belonged to him. He was angry, for obvious reasons. But, he hopes you will believe him when he says he will never blame you. Although the scorn on his face was message enough, he hopes that you will believe him when he says it’s not your fault. He was just projecting to whoever because he felt so helpless.

He regrets making you go through everything alone. It must have been lonely. 

He thinks back to Eunwon. He had loved her with all his heart. She was the embodiment of exhilarating freedom — an escape from his duty of the crown that often felt like imprisonment. He would like to believe that she viewed him as just a devoted man, beyond the name, title, and power. With her, everything would have changed in a blink of an eye. Choosing her would be rewriting history. But maybe he never thought far enough ahead. What happens next after that? What would happen when the consequences of his decision finally catches up? 

He doesn’t seem to want to know anymore.

And now that he’s here with you — the woman who had never once asked to be chosen — he begins to wonder if he really did love Eunwon. Or did she ever truly love him?

Somehow, there’s a place in his heart that wishes he could have at least been your friend. You were never the villain in his life and what could have been to begin with. 

He remembers though. How you always remained so polite and kind. Not forceful. Not angry. Just graceful, despite everything he put you through. Your smile never died through it all. Always ready with careful answers that will protect him whenever anyone asks. 

As far as anyone is concerned, Changwon needs Seoul. Yet, you have always held his and his Kingdom’s name high. 

One morning, as he makes way towards breakfast with your family — a routine that had become part of his day ever since moving into the Palace — he overhears you and Their Majesties talking. His steps slow down upon hearing his name spoken by the Queen.

“I hope everything is well between you and Wonwoo,” she said carefully. “He starts working at the foundation soon. I’m hoping there will be no misunderstandings, and certainly not a scandal. Jeongyeon has been reporting to me on the Prince’s conduct. While we may dote on him, we won’t tolerate any disrespect toward you.”

“Jeongyeon is just protective, Mother.” you immediately answer, tone bright and soft. “The Prince has never behaved improperly around me. Our interactions have been nothing but respectful.”

You speak of him like everything was just a hearsay — something you always debunk with a smile and a shake of head.

Their Majesties nodded slowly, proud of your poise in all of this. They may not say it outright, but they still want you to feel supported and protected. You have never, not once, defied or complained against their wishes. And though, duty must be of utmost priority, they still want you to feel seen. 

While Wonwoo remains out of sight, what you said was technically true. But, you and him both know that there’s more than meets the eye. His coldness, distance and avoidance — you can see all of it. And yet, you talk of him to everyone else with so much dignity.

Suddenly, something inside him shifted. 

He can’t find it in himself to face you. He retreats quietly. He’d have Mingyu inform Their Majesties he had to leave early.

And now, here you are. Sick and worn out. 

Thinking back to your previous conversation that one dinner at the Palace, he regrets still showing signs of resentment. His intentions were genuine when he requested to work at the Seoul Foundation. He was just having a hard time coming to terms with the decision he had made to fulfill his duties as the Crowned Prince of Changwon. 

As for Eunwon, he no longer feels anything for her anymore. He may have been with her, but she’s all in the past. His focus now is on the present and the greater responsibility that lies ahead. 

Wonwoo exhales slowly and looks around for a chair he can sit on. He’s sure there’s one nearby, after all this is the VIP room. Once he finds one in the lounge corner, he carefully carries it over and settles beside your bed.

He finally sits down after staying on his feet for who knows how long. 

He hopes you wake up soon and feel better soon. 

It’s… unsettling for him to watch you like this. It feels like there’s a different kind of heaviness on his chest. It’s not just the guilt, he’s sure.

But, he feels something else he’s not ready to name.

—

Mingyu returns after thirty minutes with clean, comfortable clothes. He also brings news from Jeongyeon that Their Majesties will be arriving in the next ten minutes to finally see the Princess. 

Jeongyeon has entrusted Mingyu to remain not only by Prince Wonwoo’s side, but by yours as well, while she arranges your security detail and packs your personal belongings — in case your stay might last longer than expected.  

Wonwoo rises from the chair to change, muttering a quiet thank you. If he’s going to stay by your side, he’ll need to get out of his soiled work clothes. But before he can take another step, he notices your sudden movement. It’s small, but he saw you twitch. 

“Y/N?” He calls for your name. “Hey, can you hear—”

Your body jerks violently, lurching forward. You’re vomiting again. He quickly grabs the basin under the bed and slams the emergency button on the wall. He props you up — an arm braced around your back, the other steadying the basin beneath your chin.

“Get Dr. Han—now!” He shouts and Mingyu bolts from the room.

In a matter of seconds, the monitor beeps frantically; alarm sounds blaring throughout the VIP ward. An indication that something wrong is happening. Something very wrong. Your heart rate spikes and your blood pressure plummets. 

“She’s crashing!” He yells, still holding you upright as best as he can. 

“Y/N?” He cups your left cheek, trying to catch your eyes.

But you're vomiting again. Your body has gone limp from exhaustion, and he can feel it.

“No, no — stay with me!”

The door bursts open with Dr. Han rushing in. The nurses soon followed with equipment in tow. One nurse takes the basin away from Wonwoo, while another one reaches for you, trying to lower you back down the bed. His arm around you tightens, unwilling to let go.

“Your Highness—,” Dr. Han calls for Wonwoo, but he doesn’t listen. 

“She’s in hypovolemic shock. We need to start fluids,” Wonwoo orders, trained hands moving fast to find the IV port while his eyes remain locked on you. He has to save you. He will. He just needs to—

“Your Highness,” Dr. Han says, low and steady, but unyielding. “You can’t.”

Wonwoo ignores Dr. Han and shoves his hand away when he tries reaching for him. “Don’t touch me! I’ve got her!”

“Sir,” Dr. Han continues to prevent him from going near the Princess. “I’m the only one authorized to provide care for Her Highness during this emergency.”

“Let me help,” Wonwoo pleads, voice cracking.

“Your Highness,” Mingyu’s voice cuts through the noise, stepping beside the Prince as royal security. “Please, let go of Princess Y/N.”

“We’ll take over from here, Your Highness,” Dr. Han says, regretful but firm. “Please step back.”

“I can’t!” Wonwoo’s desperation bursts out. “I have to do something!”

He thrashes in Mingyu’s grip, stumbling, confused — unable to understand why they’re stopping him from taking care of you. He reaches out again, his hand grasping for something — anything — and catches yours.

Cold. Lifeless.

“Sir, you must let them take care of her,” Mingyu says. “You’re the Crowned Prince.”

Wonwoo feels like he’s been doused with ice cold water. His whole body was telling him to act. But even in this situation, his duty leaves him frozen in place.

Mingyu didn’t need to explain further. Wonwoo already knew his place. 

His fingers fall away from yours. He surrenders.

The nurses move in quickly and this big room swallows you whole.

He may have been trained to save lives.

But he was never meant to save yours.

—

Official Statement from the Royal Households of Seoul and Changwon

Their Majesties, King and Queen of Seoul, together with the King and Queen of Changwon, wish to inform the public that Her Highness, Princess Y/N, is currently in stable condition following a brief medical emergency.

Medical examinations confirmed that Her Highness experienced acute food poisoning, resulting in severe dehydration and related complications. Thanks to the immediate care led by the Royal Medical Team led by Dr. Han, Her Highness is in stable condition and currently recovering. 

His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Jeon Wonwoo, was present during the incident and has remained by her side throughout the emergency.

The Royal Families wish to extend their sincerest gratitude to the medical staff involved and request for the public’s respect for the Princess’ privacy as she rests during this time of recovery. 

The Royal Public Affairs Office will provide updates through official channels as needed.

—-

When Saera quietly announced the arrival of Their Majesties, both Wonwoo and Mingyu stood tall. They bowed in unison as the doors of the VIP Ward opened. 

The Queen immediately rushes to your sleeping form, barely waiting for the formality to pass. The news of your hospitalization shaken them to the core, but they’re here now and that's all that matters. 

“My girl,” the Queen whispers, lips trembling as she holds off her tears. Her fingers delicately brushes  a strand of stray hair away from your forehead, giving your still-cold skin a warm kiss. You still look pale, but she trusts the medical team when they say you’re okay now. 

The King also places a gentle kiss on your forehead before shifting his attention to Wonwoo. 

“Wonwoo.” He approached him carefully. “Thank you for staying by her side.”

Wonwoo shakes his head with eyes lowered, voice guilty as he answers. “I wish I could have done more, Your Majesty.”

The King offers a grateful smile, placing a steady hand on the boy’s shoulder. “You have done more than enough.”

The King returns by your side and the quiet settles in once again. The steady beeping of the monitor fills the room accompanied by the hushed whispers of the Queen, willing you to hear her. You were going to be okay. And as he comes to terms with that thought, another one blooms through. 

Maybe this wasn’t punishment. 

Maybe this had always been the path his heart was quietly preparing to walk. 

Maybe he was always meant to find his way to you.

For the first time in a long time, Wonwoo didn’t want to run away.

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