Royal (Jeon Jungkook)

Prologue

In a world where every country is still ruled by kings and queens, 1995; prince Jeon Jungkook of Seoul, Korea was born, followed by his younger brother, Jimin three years later. Being the oldest, Jungkook would become king. Either when his father passed on, or when he stepped down. This was Jungkook's fate. And the entire kingdom of Seoul awaited the day he would marry and take on his father's legacy.

However, marriage is a little more complicated than running out and finding a wife. Jungkook would have a specific girl picked out for him at a young age, and when it was time to become king, Jungkook would be married and coronated the same day. And from his 8th birthday, Jungkook already had his future queen picked out by his mother, Queen Jeon Sera, and the girl's father, King Andre Moulin, of France. But this was because it was a law. A prince or princess had to marry someone of another kingdom to unify the kingdoms...

And with that, Princess Antoinette is where everything begins.
April 7th, 2000, Princess Antoinette Moulin of France was born.
And it wasn't until her 5th birthday that everything came into place.

"Your majesty are you sure it is right for us to send her so early?" Her father's advisor, Pierre said.
His eyebrows were furrowed, and even at Antoinette's young age she could tell years of stress were forming thin lines like brushstrokes along his forehead. Pierre pinched the bridge of his nose, his glasses rested on his knuckle as if he had done this before.

"Pierre, his mother and I spoke of this before she was born. Not only will it unite our countries, but the Jeon bloodline will not die. The Moulin line however... I cannot say the same." The king said with a frown. He was right. After Antoinette's birth, her mother had died, making her the only child.
Of course, when the king was ready to step down, a new king or queen would be decided by election, or whoever was in the king or queen's will to take over. At least that was for certain.

Antoinette pouted her bottom lip out, feeling as if they didn't even see her anymore. After all, they were talking about her, and she was right there. So why else would they be so clueless?

Moments before the child could complain about the neglect, Pierre pushed her over to her room.
Antoinette whined, her childlike naiveness clueless to what was going on as Pierre began to help her pack her bags.
Her eyes lit up, excited to go on a field trip or even to Disney. But it wasn't until Antoinette was on the plane to Korea that she realized she wasn't going to Disney World. And she wasn't going home again.

Touchdown and seventeen years later, Antoinette was living in the kingdom of Seoul, Korea. She had been taught Korean further from the moment she arrived, and somehow, she didn't remember a thing about France, or her father. In fact, Antoinette didn't become fully aware until she was eight. And even so, she hardly saw her father enough to remember his face.

And now at the age of 21, Antoinette still had no idea she was engaged her entire life. But she was about to find out.