When a prince was punished for a sin he committed, he was banished. Cast out to another realm. There, he met a mortal. Their past will be unveiled. Secrets will be opened. History will repeat itself and chaos will rule. Both princes whom are brother...
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She gazed out the window, through the far stretched ocean, thinking of whether what she would do in her stay, of the days she had in this place. Jeongyeon can't erase the words Seokjin said last night and the longer she stays in her room, the more she questions what she has to do here, of what she has to spare in every second—of choosing between options.
And she can't fool herself, that indeed she was in a tight situation. On a brink of collapse. It all now sunk onto her of where she stood, of what she needed... clarity.
She needed clarity.
She needed an answer.
As she finds herself walking down the hallways, finding her way out onto the place the letter said, Jeongyeon thought of million possibilities, of what she wanted to say, of what she wanted to ask. Or rather, to ask for closure, to ask for a clean slate between them.
She was hoping it came from Jimin but the moment she had read the words, she knew he wasn't the one who wrote the letter, or the healer or even Namjoon.
Funny enough, reading those words, that similar handwriting, she already knows whom the letter belongs. And it brought something within her... something she can't explain...
But something familiar she knows very well of.
Jeongyeon stopped midway and looked upon the palace grounds, the garden was situated below, with the stairs at the side, overviewing the whole scenery. She did go on, with a pounding heart, waiting for the night to come, only to follow what the letter said.
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Jeongyeon reached the place, onto the garden but silence rang her ears. She spanned around, her eyes fell on the flowers that scattered upon the walls, onto the soil, and from the terrace at the far horizon. She smiled at the sight, fascinated by the beauty this place holds but softly halted in her tracks when she saw him sitting there, on one of the benches, looking downright through his hands, waiting.
The princess can't seem to speak nor open her mouth but with all the courage she had, her voice came out in a trembling whisper.
