The Slytherin King || KTH✔

Twenty-four

The long awaited night has fallen over the town of Illsan. Several thoughts begin to hover her mind like the grey, black clouds reigning the sky on a rainy day. Each following second only adds to her anxiety coating her palms with considerable layer of sweat and multiplying her uneasiness. Moreover, the weight of the royal accessories she is adorned with, doesn't help either.

Rising up from her round shaped bed whom curtains encompasses, she makes her way towards the dressing table and removes every single of jewellery before placing it neatly on the table across. A sigh escapes her lips as a feeling of ease rushes over her.

"A bath will help." Mumbling under her breathe, she reaches out her hand to fidget with the ribbons of her corset. Pulling it, she get the knot tightened even more.

"Merlin's beard." Curses left her lips, as she turns her neck to the best she could to have a glimpse of the knot but miserably fails and after several other tries, ends up with an aching neck. Frustrated, she vigorously pulls the ribbon from the ends which seems to didn't like it very much and turns the knot tighter with each attempt. Her hands fall onto her sides with a disappointed sigh but retrieve to their earlier position for another trial, remembering that there won't be any maidens near. It's her wedding night which marks it's only her and him today.

Exact at the same moment, the shuffling of the curtains invades the tranquility of the room signalling his arrival which causes a lump to form in her throat. A drop of sweat trickles down at the back of her neck as she gulps down visibly watching his figure nears her's.

With a beaming smile floating on his plump ruby tinted lips, he softly looks at her beautiful orbs with his starry eyes, keeping his hands claspsed at his back. The gleaming rays of crescent moon falling on his effortlessly handsome face cause his pale skin to glow which it make more arduous for her to fumble words and muster up a phrase.

When no one of them speaks anything and stand with words mustered at the tio of their tongue, Seokjin takes its on himself to initiate the conversation by letting out the breathe he has been holding in since he stepped inside the room.

"For you." Emerges the mere two words from his lips as he gently hands her the bouquet. As she glances at it, a broad smile stretches the corner of her lips way two far and her mouth slightly hangs, parting her pressed lips.

"Tea roses. Ah thankyou so much pyeha." Her words flow out of her mouth and her fingers wrap around the bouquet which holds her favourite kind of roses, roses tinted in the hues, resembling those of sunset, the shades she appreciate and admire the most. Considering that he's the king and since tea roses are rarely found in this realm, it's not hard for him to get them from another state but he did this just for her makes his act much heart-warming and special. Moreover the fact that it's the very first time someone has gifted them to her adds to its magnificene.

After receiving her widest grin in exchange of the bouquet, Seokjin couldn't be any more happier causing his beaming smile to widen even more. And that moment he eventually comprehends the meaning of your words. Tea roses are ordinary yet extraordinary. This also reflected upon the sweet disposition of Soyeon, dawning him on that she's exactly and literally the one.

"Give me a minute pyeha. I'll put them in vase." She excuses herself earning a nod from him after which he let few further minutes pass, affectionately admiring her figure, as she scampers off and gently leaves the flowers in the vase before retrieving to him.

"What now?!" She breathes out, the anxiety and feeling of uneasiness seeping back into her body as the night falls darker.

"What now?!" He repeats after her.

"What are we suppose to do now?!" She innocently asks only to regret the choice of her words on noticing a smirk tug at the corners of his voluptuous lips.