Elysian - Woosan

Six

(A/n: this chapter is a mess of povs, sorry)

San stood in the middle of the humungous ballroom, eyeing the guests, who were all dressed up lavishly and standing next to their significant other. It was finally time, and everyone was waiting for the soon to be husband of the crown prince to enter the hall. The ballroom was decorated exquisitely, making it look more grand than it already was.

Suddenly, the priest, who was standing behind the podium, cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the people present there, including San.

"Today we all are gathered here, by the grace of God to witness the union of Choi San and Jung Wooyoung, the union of hearts, souls and kingdoms."

San scoffed internally.

Union of hearts... yeah right.

"Standing in front of us, is the crown prince of The Ellesmere Empire, the only true heir to the throne, Choi San." He announced, earning a round of applause from the guests.

"Come forth, the fourth prince of The Kingdom of Amaris, Jung Wooyoung."

The priest declared loudly. San suddenly felt his heart race for some unknown reason. He looked in front of him as the Prince of Amaris sauntered down the stairs, one hand on the railing and his head held high up, looking straight at San, who felt his breath being ripped out of his lungs at the sight in front of him. Holding his other hand was whom San recognized as Jung Yunho, Wooyoung's older brother and the future king of Amaris. But San barely acknowledged him, for his younger brother demanded all the attention. Wooyoung looked too gorgeous for his liking and San found it difficult to look away.

Collective gasps were heard from the crowd as everyone turned to look at the prince, walking down in all his majestic glory. The golden light spilling from the chandelier, only accentuated his sharp features more, making the sight heavenly.

Surprisingly, Wooyoung was absolutely terrified inside as every single pair of eyes turned to scan him. He squeezed Yunho's hand who gave him a comforting smile. He felt small and vulnerable under all the preying eyes. Yet, he walked down the stairs confidently, refusing to let them see his inner conflict.

His eyes met San's and they widened ever so slightly as he took down the older's appearance. He looked absolutely stunning with a white ruffled shirt, which was cut low, exposing a little bit of his chest. It was held together by strings that barely did anything to cover the exposed skin. The sleeves were adorned with jewels, A long white cape was tied around his neck and was securely held together with ruby stone that matched his hair. His long crimson hair was pulled back into a ponytail, with a white ribbon and some strands were let loose which fell delicately on the sides of his face.

Wooyoung tried his best to keep his nonchalant facade as he came up and stood beside San. Yunho gave one look at San and went to sit on the first row amidst the crowd. Wooyoung spotted Seonghwa sitting beside Yunho.

"Please join your hands." San extended his hands unwillingly. Wooyoung placed his hands in them. San held his hands and glanced at the priest who gave them a subtle nod.

"Just like your hands are bound before us today, so will your lives will become."

Wooyoung inhaled shakily, his heart was beating in his throat. San was no better but he hid it well under the composed facade.

"Is Your Highness willing to take the Oath?" The priest turned to look at San, who merely nodded. The emperor cleared his throat from his seat. San pursed his lips.

"I am willing." He said, through gritted teeth. Wooyoung rolled his eyes.

"Is Your Highness willing to take the Oath, as well?" He asked Wooyoung, while flipping through the pages of some old book.