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Changbin: Prince Jisung, please wake up! It's already evening!

I groan and shuffle in my bed.

Jisung: Give me 5 minutes!

Changbin: As you wish. The King will be here shortly to see if you are ready for the dinner party.

Jisung: Oh no! I completely forgot!

Changbin: I expected this response from you. Please get up.

Jisung: Alright. Pick out an outfit for me by the time I finish freshening up, please.

Changbin: Will do.

I shoot him a thankful smile and he bows in response.

I rush to the bathroom in a very "un-prince-like" manner, not caring if anybody sees.

I quickly brush my teeth as fast I can and strip down from nightwear.

After I finish, I sit in the tub, which is already filled with water and foam.

The maids come in and start applying shampoo to my hair and face masks on my skin.

I close my eyes and rest as they do their job, not worrying about them seeing anything they shouldn't since the foam is covering everything under my shoulders.

Plus, these ladies are like 50 and have been helping me bathe ever since I was born, so I don't even care if they do.

After they finish, they leave the bathroom and I get out of the tub, wrapping a small towel around my waist.

I walk out of the bathroom and smile when I see an outfit laid out on my bed.

Changbin has a great sense of fashion, so I can always trust him in selecting the right outfit for every event.

Someone knocks on the door and I just yell, since I'm not in the state to open it.

Jisung: Yes?!

Seungmin: Jisung, it's me! Everyone's waiting for your downstairs! The King came to check on you, but you were in the bathroom! Hurry up!

Jisung: The party started already?! Oh gosh, I'll be there in a few minutes!

Yeah right.

Getting ready for these kinds of things takes a long time.

I'll certainly need more than just a few minutes.

As I turn around to get dressed, a loud bang is heard from downstairs.

Seconds after, the glass of my window shatters down and 4 people jump into the room.

I look at them in fear, clutching onto my towel as tight as I can.

Did I say people?

Sorry, I meant demons.

It's obvious from the horns poking out of their hair.

My eyes fall on the small knives attached to the sides of their pants.

They must be assassins.

Were they sent to kill me?

As one of them comes closer, I take steps backward until my back hits the wall.

He puts his hands on the wall, trapping me in between.

I turn my head, too scared to look him in the eye.

?: What a sight to see. Han Jisung, the prince of the Han kingdom, in this state.

I turn my head away and my eyes tear up as his breath fans my neck.

Are they going to kill me now?

?: Unfortunately for you, this condition makes you look rather... tempting.

My blood goes cold.

What are they going to do to me?