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Chapter III

The moment the palace came into view, I admit that I was ashamed of myself for not being able to look away from it. I had never seen anything like it. It was beautiful. It looked like an old country mansion. It was placed high up on a hill, overlooking the busy town.

The prince leads me through large, double, french doors painted a deep red colour. There were paintings of flowers everywhere adorning the walls, and what looked like family portraits were hung up on the walls in gold frames. I glance up at the roof and see more beautiful artwork.

The first step I take inside,the palace echoes. I ignore the stares and whispers as I follow the prince deeper into the palace. I wonder to myself where he is going, when he opens another double door leading into a drawing room with six male servants. Each one work black house jackers, all neat and clean shaven, all with brushes, dusters and feathers brooms, tidying in complete silence. They were all preferably the same, small size and almost looked the same. Once they acknowledged the prince, they bowed and continued on with their chores. Neither of them paid any attention to me.

"You always knew how to make an entrance."

I swing my head over to the entry to see a woman swaying her hips slowly towards me and the prince. My eyes widen in recognition as I recall seeing this woman who claimed Hoseok she was dressed elegantly, her raven black hair styled in chignon, bringing out her stunning features. I could not move as I stared in fascination at this alluring creature before me.

If she was here alone, then where was Hoseok? Was he alright? I hoped that he was unharmed and well, but I couldn't help but the panic from creeping in when I thought of all of the horrible things she might've done to Hoseok. He could be lying in a ditch right now and nobody would know.

"Irene, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" The prince aks dryly.

"Do not sound so bitter about my sudden appearance, Taehyung. You've always been pleased to see me and besides, I wanted to see you. It's been a week since you last visited. I was starting to think you had forgotten me."

"What do you want, Irene." The prince sighs and turns to face her. "I can see the wonder in your eyes. Spit it out."

She ignored his rudeness and grins. "I couldn't help but overhear that you attended the auction this morning. I was merely curious as to know the reason why."

"I answer to you, do I?"

The woman ignored him, glares in my direction and clears her throat. Immediately, a young girl servant appears and bows before her. "Take this thing away and ger her cleaned up. A dirty thing should not be brought into the palace looking like this."

"Yes, ma'am." Says the servant.

"Taehyung, let us talk. Alone." The woman brushes past me and heads into the drawing room, the prince following leisurely behind her. I couldn't help but glare at their retreating forms disappearing from view. I cannot believe she had spoken about me like that. Who does she think she is?

"Miss?" The girl servant next to me smiles shyly and motions or me to follow, "Come."

I follow the servant up the staircase where I notice a huge, shiny chandelier hanging from the ceiling. I couldn't help myself but gape at it as I continued up the stairs, rushing to catch up with the girl.

While walking along the corridors, I refused to look anywhere but in front of me, I'm afraid that if I keep looking at the decor, I'll fall even more in love with this place.

Once, when I was young, I had always dreamt of being a princess who lived in a big, pink castle. Wore beautiful, dear dresses, attentened many balls and fell in love with a prince, but now that I'm somewhat in a castle, with a prince I'm glad that the dream of me wanting to be a princess was just that. A dream.