Yours Forever [MoonSun]

Chapter 2

Later that night, Moonbyul searched the cabinets for food and came up empty. It was an abandoned cottage after all, she couldn't expect much from it. She'd hoped to find something in particular though, perhaps some distilled spirit to numb her mind from everything that transpired. She bent down to check the last cabinet and opened it, assuming that she might only find another spiderweb or two.

The wind blew against the glass window, the storm still brewing hard. She scanned left to right in the darkness until she found something shiny catch her eye. With one hand she reached out to grab the bottle, completely full with some foreign liquid. Cautiously, she rotated it, looking for a label or mark. It held none.

Moonbyul uncapped the cork and held it up to her nose. A sweet honey scent enveloped her senses as she grinned to herself for finding such a treasure. She paced back to the table and sat on one of the seats with the bottle in her hand. It'd been a while since she had a decent drink. Now was as good a time as any. She drank a generous amount at first, chugging down as much as she could before setting it down. The mead must've been highly potent from its old age because in those next few minutes she felt the room spinning.

Moonbyul closed her eyes and pressed her hands to her face. Her heart began fluttering just like before, when she made the mistake of kissing Yongsun.

Yes, it was a mistake.

A mistake that would forever haunt her. Yongsun was no ordinary girl, Moonbyul knew that much. She was the princess once, now the Queen, wed to the new King of their kingdom. He was the same King Moonbyul had sworn her complete loyalty to, the very person she was tasked to protect. She considered her position as well. Before serving under his personal guard, she took an oath of chastity, to forever abandon any form of worldly, intimate attachment so long as she lived.

And now she'd broken it.

Those were but a few of the complications that weighed on Moonbyul's mind. She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply. If she'd been born under a different, favorable circumstance everything would be so much easier. Sleep tugged at her eyes as she leaned back in her chair and slowly nodded off, that is until the wooden flooring creaked slightly. She straightened herself out immediately, releasing her hold on the bottle of mead.

-I'm sorry, I know it's late but I'm afraid I require your assistance- Yongsun spoke softly as she stepped in, casually taking a glance at Moonbyul. She'd already discarded her armor for the night and now, she was dressed in the simple beige and red shirt and pants. Yongsun kept quiet as she drank in her attire. She barely saw Moonbyul without the metal accessories.

-Of course- Moonbyul pushed off her seat, nearly stumbling to the ground before she caught her footing. She'd had too much to drink and now her body was paying the price. Nonetheless, she gathered herself as best she could and proceeded to meet Yongsun who kept a careful eye on the bottle, then to her -What is it?-

Yongsun wasn't too happy to see that Moonbyul was inebriated. If anything, she was genuinely hurt. It only confirmed the fact that Moonbyul acknowledged her previous actions as a mistake. She was trying to forget all that happened between them.

-I-I need help getting out of my dress- she said as a faint blush played across her cheeks -Trying to sleep with a corset on isn't the most comfortable thing to do-

Moonbyul released a humorless laugh as Yongsun turned around and shouldered her black hair to one side. She was well accustomed to this just as she was with swordplay. Moonbyul ran her fingers over the delicate material, outlining the golden trimming on the crimson fabric. All of Yongsun's dresses were elaborately made, exquisite, and exotically beautiful but this, this had to be her favorite. With the slight of hand she managed to undo Yongsun's dress in a matter of seconds, the fabric around her body falling loose. She allowed her some room to brush off the sleeves before the dress fell to the ground, the fabric sounding heavier than it led on to be. Yongsun covered the sides of her shoulders as the cold air sank into her skin.