Broken Mirrors [IN PROGRESS]

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This has to be a joke, there's no way I'm marrying the person who's one of the most popular people in the world because of his father. Literal princes.

To be honest, I did like Prince Beomgyu and I thought he was cute and so are his brothers but...

Marrying him? On top of that, his father is the king of this country. The mastermind behind the mirrors project has ruined my life.

Plus how did my parents even get me to meet such a person?

"No way your kidding," I exclaim in disbelief.

"I'm not. Technically, you'll be picking who'd you like to marry but he's the closest to your age." She sternly mutters.

"But how do you even know Prince Beomgyu or his brothers and why would they want to marry me?" I frustratingly reply.

"Let me explain Y/N." She speaks in a soothing tone. "Your father, his brother is actually Prince Beomgyu's father and we kept this from you because we didn't want people to know. He was disgraced for going against King Adab's idea that your late grandfather agreed with."

Explains why we practically never visited dad's extended family.

Wait so I'm practically royalty?

"Your step-uncle was nice enough to let us stay in a nice house and a great school for you." She continues. "Your father works under King Adab, thankfully he has been doing tasks well. He has earned his respect and now has asked your father to marry one of his adopted sons."

"I don't understand mom, why me?"

"They want someone from family blood. Your perfect."

Of course, I am.

"I'm not ready for this," I argue.

"You will be." She counters.

Even in all of this overwhelmingness, I couldn't help but think about Namjoon. For once someone loved me and it wasn't those stupid one-sided crushes.

It's something so special.

Was special.

I try not to cry as I focused on the yellow table cover to avoid my mother's gaze.

"He probably has a normal mirror and I have a broken one. It won't work out."

"They don't need to know."

I groan in frustration.

"Will I at least be able to do my dream of becoming a doctor?" I cry out in anger. I have told her before about it but now it seems impossible. I have to do royal commitments will I even have the time to do all of that.

Will I even get the time to do what I love?

"You'll have to ask your father about that."

I look at my mom's eyes in disbelief. All my life I just wanted to do something to help people since I feel as if I'm a complete nobody and now that's taken away from me. I feel betrayed.

I have to do something I don't even want to do.

I don't even have the courage to tell my mom I don't want to.

No, I do, I just am too afraid to tell my dad.

"I'm sorry Y/N but-

"I want to be alone." I try to utter despite the huge lump in my throat. My heart felt like a soda pop ready to spring open. My stomach doing semi-circles as I run towards my room, tears running down my face.

Everything that I want is gone.

Being a doctor.

Enjoying my adult years with my best friend Imani.

Namjoon.

All of it is now broken.

Just like my mirror.

I open the small shelf drawer Beside my bed inside it laying with a clear glass box. Inside was the broken mirror that I was given on my fourteenth birthday. There were small designs on the handle of the mirror. The mirror was shaped of a heart. Its gold shines in the light. The one the masked man gave me at birth.

Because of this stupid mirror, my life is in shambles.

It's broken just like me and my life, it's practically a part of me. I take it out of the box carefully. I look at myself seeing myself in the mirror on each cracked piece.

My mascara was under my eyes giving the look that I didn't sleep all night. My foundation was falling apart. The pink color of my lipstick was fading away. My sad face reflects back at me and I pity it.

My mom knocks on the door and I hurriedly put the mirror back. I snuggle in my comforter clearly looking like I want to be alone. 

"Can I come in?" She asks me with a soothing voice behind the door.

I didn't respond but she opens anyways. I tuck the blanket harder around my body. 

"Y/N, I told you because I feel as if I could trust you to be responsible enough now to know. I was supposed to tell you when you were 18 but it's better to know now than never right? You'll be prepared now."She sits in the corner of the bed gingerly. 

I whimper, my eyes streaming down tears like waterfalls. I couldn't stop, this was too much stress for me. She continues speaking without expecting a response.

"You're seeing him at your 18th birthday party. Then the king will have an exclusive party where you will be officially introduced to all the princes. You pick one then you can regularly meet up if you'd like them, we can form the wedding from there." She announces passively as if this was all normal for a teenage girl to go through.

It's funny because my dad would always buy me a cake and just invite some of my family members. Sometimes my friends but it was never someone who was a non-mehram. Now he's allowing me to have five men come to my house who I don't even know.

I catch a glimpse of her looking at me but I don't glance back at her.

"I know you don't want to do this honey, but I promise, you'll be happy. It's for the best."

It's for my father, not my happiness.

"Mom, did you agree to this?" I face her and study her face. She seems so sad as she is forced to do this.

"I didn't. This is all haram after all. Your father and his stepbrother King Adab planned everything. Your father won't hear me out no matter how many times I argue him." She murmurs as she narrows her eyes in the other direction.

I could see in her eyes a pang of guilt. She couldn't face my eyes because of that. Maybe she is on my side for all of this. 

I held her warm hand and face her amber eyes. I embrace her as she does back. 

"Everything will be okay." She whispers warmly.

I nod and look back at her as she softly smiles.

"I'll leave you alone for a bit, please take some rest." She closes the door behind her. 

"I'll try." 

Like I can. It's your fault anyways.