Royal (Jeon Jungkook)

Five

(I NEVER DO AUTHORS NOTES BUT IM SO SORRY ITS BEEN SO LONG MY CAT ATE A RADIOACTIVE CACTUS AND I GOT SENT TO MILITARY CAMP FFS)

The large, golden etched door swung open as Hoseok pushed it open, revealing her bedroom inside. Everything was white, gold and light brown, with hints of purple here and there. It was a nice room, but Antoinette felt very out of place. She glanced at the vanity, where makeup brushes sat in a silver cup like holder, waiting for her to put them to use... but Antoinette knew she never would, so, she pushed it over. The brushes tumbled, rolling from the cup, some onto the floor.

She smiled to herself, as her own bit of chaos returned. Hoseok raised a brow. "What are you, some kind of cat?" He said, then bent over to pick them up, but Antoinette, out of instinct, lightly smacked the back of his head to stop him, rather than saying 'wait'.

"Yah! What was that for!" He whined, holding the back of his head with an oddly cute pout.
A sheepish smile formed on Antoinette's face, too embarrassed to say much. "I like it that way... trust me."

"Okay, I trust you- just don't whack me" Hoseok whined again, with a small smile that told her he really understood what she meant.
Rather than the extremely put together room, Antoinette enjoyed the chaos, the mess.
After all, her work shop really was covered in sawdust, old drink bottles and dirtied plates.

She was excited to get some sort of mess again, like it was a challenge of some sort. So Antoinette turned back to Hoseok. "Am I allowed to eat in here?"

"I'd hope so, it's your room after all" he said with a small smile... but at this point he was just agreeing to avoid another thwack to the head.

Hoseok turned, leaving her to get used to her room. "The Prince wants to meet you tonight, and while he wanted to have some big dinner celebration for the first meeting, I told him it would be a bit overwhelming." He gave her a smile, then shut the door.
Yeah, Hoseok was right.
There was no way Antoinette could handle some big event, especially after being pulled from her home. From her friends, from Soo-bin. Antoinette's heart felt as though it was literally breaking into pieces, considering she didn't really know how long it would be until she saw her friends again. Soo-bin was an exception... she at least could kick and scream until the prince let her guardian visit now and then... and Antoinette knew how to be persuasive.

Antoinette glared at herself in the mirror, weighing her situation to the blue eyes that struck back at her. "Princess of France. That explains a lot." She mumbled as she examined her features again. The light freckles that were dotted across her nose, cheeks and ears, were one of her favorite things about herself, rather than her bold, red blonde hair. Of course she stood out so often from her friends, who all had black or lighter brown hair, and dark eyes.

Why hadn't she looked up her past before? Why was she so okay with not knowing anything about herself?

Antoinette really didn't remember much from her childhood, aside from meeting Cho, and core memories with Soo-bin. And she was okay with that. Most of her life, it chalked up to be her and Soo-bin against the world.

Now... it was just Antoinette.
And Jeon Jungkook.

Her blood chilled at the thought of the prince. Sure, he was forced into this marriage just as well as she, but he had every option to terminate it once his father passed.

Antoinette groaned, then fell back against the bed. But her exasperated groan turned into one of shock when she realized how freakishly soft the mattress was. She stared up at the ceiling, contemplating whether she should actually get up, or just stay there and let the prince find her curled up on top of the golden cream comforter.
Her eyes shot open at that thought. "Yeah, no let's not..." she mumbled to herself, then reached for her backpack that Hoseok had carried inside for her.
If she can't nap, she may as well play video games until the god awful... dinner?

Whatever it was, Antoinette was dreading it.