Royal (Jeon Jungkook)

Three

Purple and white flags lining up down a stretch of road snapped in Korea's chilled October breeze. It was evident how the flags had been there for a while, considering some had fraying edges, or that the purple was sun bleached from years of summer sun. Antoinette narrowed her eyes as the black car turned into another drive way, which also seemed to go on forever like the others.

Honestly, all of this driving just for a palace? What's so special about it? Antoinette thought like a stubborn child after she had landmarked the thousandth white flag. What could be special about it? There wasn't anyone around anyways, and with how many times the driver has to put in a code, Antoinette was beginning to think it could be more secure than Soo-bin's cookie jar, which may as well have a padlock with how many times Antoinette tried to sneak one or three.

A puff of air fogged the cold window as Antoinette gave a frustrated sigh. She was going to miss Soo-bin. Even after Antoinette begged and fought with Pierre and whoever else she could talk to, no one would allow it.

"You'll have many advisors your majesty-" Pierre started, but Antoinette stomped her foot like an angry child not willing to share. "Okay, and? I want Soo-bin with me. She raised me! And who are you to act as if I could replace her?" She said, more passionate about anything than she had been the past few hours. Pierre sighed. "It is not up to me, Antoinette. You will have to discuss with the prince himself."

Antoinette scoffed at the memory. Talk? To the prince? Absolutely not. Of all the things she would not be doing, becoming buddies with the prince she would be forced to marry wasn't part of it. Sure, she appeared like she didn't care. But Antoinette had one goal, and one goal only: to finally go to France.
The sparkling city had to hold some sort of answers of why she was so odd compared to the other girls, why she preferred woodwork rather than makeup, or why sometimes she'd pass a group of girls and they would laugh as she walked away.

Was it her hair? Sure, it was blonde, curled like flowing strands of gold. Or her eyes, maybe? Green as polished jade... no, that couldn't be it either. Antoinette would see many foreigners in her town, some looked like her. So why would they only look at her? The princess always tried to find reason, but would always come up with nothing. Again and again.

Her eyes trailed from the car door she was leaning against, to the driver. Pierre was in the passenger seat, seemingly uninterested in small talk. So much for him being her advisor if he didn't even communicate with her.

"So what's the prince like?" Antoinette finally asked, after what felt like an hour of riding in silence. The driver cringed, but Pierre stayed quiet. It was almost like they didn't hear her. Antoinette narrowed her eyes, but kept her mouth shut as the car pulled up to a house with three other black SUVs with tinted out windows. She tilted her head in attempt to look further at the people standing beside the cars, and from the look on Pierre's face, he wasn't expecting visitors, either.

The men, Korean as well, started toward the car until they were at the back car door. Antoinette's eyes widened, but she knew there was no way they'd be going to talk to her, considering how silent the car ride had been.

But before Antoinette was done even thinking about the possibilities, her car door opened, then she fell forward with a small shriek.
"Yah! Why did you open my door?!" She scolded, her eyes narrowed.
The men didn't say anything either, but grabbed her arm and pulled her to another car. For once, Antoinette found herself looking to Pierre for any sort of comfort. But his eyes avoided hers, his eyebrows were knit together and his jaw was pinched tight.

The Korean man waited until she was seated in the back of the SUV to finally speak, once he was sure that no one around them could hear.
"You must be careful who you trust, Princess. I hope you understand we couldn't let them go to the palace."

In what seemed like a split second, the door closed and he got in the drivers seat. Antoinette's head began to spin. "Who... who are you?"

The man gave a smile, which was practically sparkling back at her. Antoinette's heart beat harder against her chest. Questions rang in her head of what his answer could be. Was she getting kidnapped? Was he going to hold her for ransom?

"I am Jung Hoseok, your majesty. Your advisor."