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Namjoon; Kill Them All
I'm sceptical about the day ahead, but I have faith that Namjoon will be there to keep me protected. Namjoon, my knight on his sturdy stallion and the most honourable best friend. We grew up together in the palace; sprinting through the aisles, playing hide and seek with the arrays of blazing armours of the finest steel, fooling around with the housekeepers, snatching eats from the kitchen after-hours, and that's not even half of it.
The favourable days are what I call them, the recollections that will be the best of my youth eternally. Because winks after that, my life had been planned out. I'm to be betrothed to the finest prince, three of the most promising in all the kingdom have come to battle for my hand. I'd be far more delighted if it were for affection and not for authority, but that's just the way this majesty thing works. My kingdom is depending on it as well as my father, he knows I'll do what's adequate for our home, even if it means I crush any chance of living happily.
It's time to get ready for the strength-games. An ancestral celebration we have in our outer courtyard to rejoice a royal becoming engaged, the three betrothed princes will prove their strength and I will handpick the one I choose eligible as all four of our kingdoms observe. Not terrifying at all... From what I've summed up, I have three choices of power within each; brains, stability, or wealth. I'm not feeling up to specify any without knowing them first for an extent, now I'll have to take the plunge for my people in order to become queen and then the pressure of giving birth to a successor, why would I want to have a child with a man I don't even know? Oh, royalty, why did it have to be me?
My three ladies snicker at my final appearance in the mirror, “Your highness is stunning! Do you wish to add jewellery?” The littlest questions as she stands respectfully.
I shake my head smiling briefly, “Not today, thank you.” Most would flaunt their loveliest gems on a day like this, but I have no interest in charming a man with my fortune.
“As you wish, if you'll please lower your arms for us.” The tiny woman pleads so she may attend to the finishing touches on the fabric.
I rest my arms at my sides and the ladies proceed to wipe down my gown and mend the seams. All the while gossiping about how attractive the suitors are, I imagine they'd be able to decide between them effortlessly if they were in my position. Just look for the best-looking one, that's their intellect. As soon as they finish up with my clothing, they bow down to me and leave the chamber. I want to be just as excited as all the maidens are gathering in the courtyard to see the princes, but I can't get my head around the whole charade.
I'm only twenty-one after all, what life have I lived? And now I'm to fulfil my duty and run a kingdom, I couldn't even have a decent childhood after my mother passed away. She would've been on my side every step of the way, but I'm not angry at my father for the rulings he's made for me, he's doing the best he can. I was thirteen when my mother perished and the palaces mistress, chair of the housekeepers initiated my training. A princess has sufficient etiquette, mannerisms, and communicates fairly. Apparently, I have regulations when it comes to speaking.
With a last unhappy glance into the mirror, I put on a restrained smile and walk out. I enter the aisles stillness, from afar I can hear the snappy footsteps of the decorators, decrees being sent all around the manor, and my fathers authorizing voice. I may as well join in on the preparations, my father would expect me to regardless. I take a deep breath and unbend my posture before walking on ahead, I take probably four steps before I feel my arm being clasped and tugged behind one of the abundant lengthy maroon drapes.
In a flash, I'm hugged between the wall and a person. I swallow my nervousness and look up, the relief pours out of my mouth with a sigh. “Namjoon!” I snap, “You surprised me! What are you doing here, I assumed you were training all day?”
He gradually holds both my hands in his, taking a peek around us to make sure no one...
The favourable days are what I call them, the recollections that will be the best of my youth eternally. Because winks after that, my life had been planned out. I'm to be betrothed to the finest prince, three of the most promising in all the kingdom have come to battle for my hand. I'd be far more delighted if it were for affection and not for authority, but that's just the way this majesty thing works. My kingdom is depending on it as well as my father, he knows I'll do what's adequate for our home, even if it means I crush any chance of living happily.
It's time to get ready for the strength-games. An ancestral celebration we have in our outer courtyard to rejoice a royal becoming engaged, the three betrothed princes will prove their strength and I will handpick the one I choose eligible as all four of our kingdoms observe. Not terrifying at all... From what I've summed up, I have three choices of power within each; brains, stability, or wealth. I'm not feeling up to specify any without knowing them first for an extent, now I'll have to take the plunge for my people in order to become queen and then the pressure of giving birth to a successor, why would I want to have a child with a man I don't even know? Oh, royalty, why did it have to be me?
My three ladies snicker at my final appearance in the mirror, “Your highness is stunning! Do you wish to add jewellery?” The littlest questions as she stands respectfully.
I shake my head smiling briefly, “Not today, thank you.” Most would flaunt their loveliest gems on a day like this, but I have no interest in charming a man with my fortune.
“As you wish, if you'll please lower your arms for us.” The tiny woman pleads so she may attend to the finishing touches on the fabric.
I rest my arms at my sides and the ladies proceed to wipe down my gown and mend the seams. All the while gossiping about how attractive the suitors are, I imagine they'd be able to decide between them effortlessly if they were in my position. Just look for the best-looking one, that's their intellect. As soon as they finish up with my clothing, they bow down to me and leave the chamber. I want to be just as excited as all the maidens are gathering in the courtyard to see the princes, but I can't get my head around the whole charade.
I'm only twenty-one after all, what life have I lived? And now I'm to fulfil my duty and run a kingdom, I couldn't even have a decent childhood after my mother passed away. She would've been on my side every step of the way, but I'm not angry at my father for the rulings he's made for me, he's doing the best he can. I was thirteen when my mother perished and the palaces mistress, chair of the housekeepers initiated my training. A princess has sufficient etiquette, mannerisms, and communicates fairly. Apparently, I have regulations when it comes to speaking.
With a last unhappy glance into the mirror, I put on a restrained smile and walk out. I enter the aisles stillness, from afar I can hear the snappy footsteps of the decorators, decrees being sent all around the manor, and my fathers authorizing voice. I may as well join in on the preparations, my father would expect me to regardless. I take a deep breath and unbend my posture before walking on ahead, I take probably four steps before I feel my arm being clasped and tugged behind one of the abundant lengthy maroon drapes.
In a flash, I'm hugged between the wall and a person. I swallow my nervousness and look up, the relief pours out of my mouth with a sigh. “Namjoon!” I snap, “You surprised me! What are you doing here, I assumed you were training all day?”
He gradually holds both my hands in his, taking a peek around us to make sure no one...
