IMPERIAL

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 | 22

"Will you stop growling?"

The tut at the end of the sentence was drowned by the collective sighs that echoed around the table while Vante peered over his fringe that covered his eyes.

He was livid to a fault where he was doing everything in his will to calm his ass down before he could go and throttle the life out of the insolent Vietnamese Princess. She had no idea what she was playing at and he just wanted to make her know. The hard way that is.

But seeing how Jungkook was taking shot after shot of the monk whiskey that they had decided to dwell upon for the night, he wondered maybe he wasn't the only one in the queue who seeked avenge.

"I wonder why father insists on inviting her every year when he knows just how much I dislike her presence." He muttered in anger, briefly turning his head to look at the bar where the one who was taking all his attention sat with her back to him.

"You like her that much?"

"Like? That would be an understatement, Prince Anton." Jimin snickered as he loosened up his cuff links.

"Is that so?" The German Prince snickered as his eyes left that of his brothers as he glanced at the Danish beauty that Jungkook was head over heels for.

"She is beautiful, no doubt." He spoke making Vante snort as he smirked at him with his hand swirling the amber liquid in his glass.

"She is Danish. What else do you expect?" He asked making the older chuckle.

"Yeah...and I also can't help but find her eyes very rare. It's like I know her. Just don't know how." He said making Advisor Min to take a look at Vante who held his smile back at the German monarch's recollection.

"I don't remember Agathka having green eyes." He said making the Prince smile at him brightly before he shook his head.

"Of course, my baby has the most amazing brown eyes." Seokjin couldn't help but boast making his advisor, who had been sitting there silently immersed in his book to chuckle.

"So French." He slurred making the men all chuckle lightly at their banter.

"You seem salty." Prince Anton spat back making the advisor slam his book shut before he could glare at him.

"For starters how about I let you know your highness that you had literally had me beheaded by the French battalion because you couldn't hold onto your fucking hormones for your Princess." He gritted out making the said Prince to laugh out his window wiper laughter as he slapped his back a couple of times to add in to his amusement.

"You are funny, Namjoon." He said making the male to give a blank look around him as the rest kept in their snickers from erupting at how the German Prince wasn't a least bit concerned about his advisor's mental health.

"Hyung—" he started but stopped when they saw the French Prince, Devine waving at them from his place a bit far to their collateral but still visible.

"That's another problem." Jimin muttered all the while smiling at the French Prince as he dipped his head in silent reverence.

"Prince Devine has been talking a lot about the Danish beauty. I came upon two places where they were exchanging glances here and there." The German advisor spoke as he kept his book on his lap and reached out for the glass of wine that he was being handed.

"You are talking about Rosaliá?" Lord Jung cocked an eyebrow at that making a couple of them look at him.

For a while he had been absolutely quiet, humming a few times as an answer and nodding his head where required but now that he had finally decided to open his mouth, he had done that in the pretext of someone unexpected—Rosaliá.