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❝Are you really going to do it?❞ Jaemin cages you to the wall near his father's painting. The hallway is eerily empty, devoid of the maids and guards. Jaemin must have told them to leave. Another set of rumors.

A single strand of his dark hair falls perfectly in front of his eyes, making him ridiculously hot. The pristine blue suit compliments his physique, striking with the handsome face. Girls are gonna be fawning over him, tonight. You can see that happening evidently, but you couldn't mull over it, when his sturdy arm encompasses your lithe waist, a little too tight and possessive.

Your lavender silk robe does as much as it can, but it's nearly impossible for a soft fabric to stay in its place, if someone is constantly tugging it away and Jaemin is doing the someone's job extremely well. His palms are sliding down the sleeves, and the fabric gracefully slips down under his touch, ❝I don't have another choice, Jaemin❞ your voice is barely a whisper, fingers clutching on the slipping sleeves of your apparel. You're trying to be serious, and not lose yourself in Jaemin's arms but he's making it difficult.

❝You do, Y/N❞ His pink lips are brushing over your red ones, a dainty contact with the hesitation of whether you'll push him away or not. His hot breaths is mingling with yours as he speaks, ❝Why can't you trust me?❞ his lean fingers grazes over the smooth skin of your cheek and unconsciously you lean into his touch.

❝A witch doesn't trust, Jaemin. Out of all, you should know it❞ you take a sharp breath before you answer, but you do trust him, to the level you'll submit yourself to him willingly with out any resistance.

❝You really are gonna make me heartless, aren't you?❞ his cold chuckles echoes on the empty hallway but you know, he's hurt. He'd given you his heart a long time ago. He gave it to you the moment, he saw you playing with your younger sisters and the other children of your country, mindlessly roaming around the meadows with your fingers constantly adjusting the sash of your peach pink gown.

❝You already are, Prince Na. I have yours. It's mine. I'll take it with me and never return it❞ you place your hand on his chest, his heart. You place a gentle kiss over his chest, an apology for taking it away from him. You press your lips to his gently, a thank you for letting you take it away with you.

The chimes of the bells reverberates in the hallway. And you hastily remove your pendant, a pentagram wound in ivy. You mutter a spell under your breath, before clipping it around his neck, ❝Wear it to the ball❞ and you hastily move away from his hold, running into the chamber he reserved it for you. The golden sash floating gracefully behind you, as you scurry into your room not before turning to look at him once.

The ball starts off peacefully. The nobles feast with the King and the Princes of Axton. The Princesses and Lady Royals are yet to descend from their carriages and lead to the ball room.

Your crimson red ball gown sparkles vibrantly with the touch of your magic, you don't even try to hide your magic anymore. The sophisticated silvery curlicues shine prettily under the golden chandeliers, leaving almost everyone in awe and jealousy. You can only snicker internally. Many would have thought of sweeping the princes off their feet with their clothes and beauty. Bold of them to think they can seduce Jaemin with apparels when her gown is hand-picked by Jaemin himself.