Royal (Jeon Jungkook)

Seven

The next morning came rather quickly to Antoinette, and she knew sooner or later, she would have to leave the comfort and safety of her room and face the beast of a prince she had faced the night before. She was starving, her stomach twisting and churning the more she smelled the breakfast that was prepared downstairs. Antoinette was sure Jimin would come check on her, but in the meantime, she was stubborn as ever. Until her hands began to shake, which was usually her sign that it had been far too long since she'd eaten. 

With a groan, Antoinette hoisted herself up from the bed and began to dress. She didn't feel nearly as much pressure to look her best; as far as she was concerned, the prince could see her in her old rags and jeans from her shop and she would be completely fine with that. Antoinette stepped from her room and quietly shut the door behind her, the large golden door far from anything that was considered quiet as the latch on the doorknob clicked loudly. It seemed to echo through the hall, and Antoinette flinched hard. "This goddamn door-" she mumbled angrily, though jumped with a shriek as a door slammed behind her. 

"Princess Antoinette!" An unfamiliar voice called, a chill rushing up the poor girl's spine. Antoinette spun on her heels to face the man that dared scare the shit out of her like this, though she was met instead with soft eyes and a beautiful, plush lipped smile. Antoinette's heart raced, eyelashes batting. "Hello...?" She tried, to which the gorgeous man grinned wider. "Kim Seokjin, your majesty." Ah yes, that answers my many questions. "I am the prince's royal chef, as I'm sure you could smell the breakfast I've prepared for the two of you. He's waiting for you to begin, if you'll come with me"

Antoinette's mouth remained open, until Jimin waltzed beside her and tapped her chin to close it, his grin all knowing.

"I heard about your little quarrel with the prince yesterday, I guess I should've told you he's a little.. sensitive to some things" Jimin said honestly, to which Antoinette scoffed with a roll of her eyes. "Right, sensitive. Try bipolar. The prince is an asshole." she said, reminded of her anger toward the prince.

Jimin sighed and reached for her hand, then led her down the hall. Once Antoinette realized he was taking her to the dining hall again, she slammed her heels into the floor to hit the brakes, but Jimin only continued to drag her down the hall. "He just wants to apologize" Jimin assured, and again, Antoinette rolled her eyes. Jin assisted by opening the doors to the dining hall, which Antoinette gave him a heavy glare, her attraction to the chef disappearing as quickly as cotton candy immersed in water.

The prince sat at the table, his food in front of him untouched, the egg omelet and fried shredded potatoes could give a hearty laugh to her bowl of cereal she ate every morning back home, but at the same time, as she saw her own plate that matched the prince's, her mouth watered. Maybe her eyes did too. 

The prince didn't say a word, only offering a mere gesture to the chair in front of him where Antoinette's plate sat chilling on the table, the food certainly cold-ish by the time she had decided to finally brave the hall. Some apology, she had thought, as the prince wasn't muttering a word to her. Though still, she sat, silently poking at her food as her eyes were glued to the prince, as if she was a frightened mouse facing an eagle.

Finally, after the prince had swallowed a few bites of his food, he spoke. Against the princess' will, sure; but it was something.

"Did you sleep okay?"

That's it? 

"Uh, I guess so" Antoinette mumbled, unsure of what the prince was trying to get to by asking.

He leaned back in his seat, his eyes finally on her. Though, now that they were, she hated it. She felt even more like a mouse, the eagle's eyes like daggers. "They told me you were going to apologize" she said, to which he gave a cold scoff in response. Her eyes narrowed. "Excuse me, I think I deserve an apology after being insulted yesterday" 

"The world is too cold for apologies princess. That you should know." Jungkook's eyes fell to his tea, and he lifted it to take a sip. 

"Honestly, you were rather gullible if you believed I'd apologize to you, is that what they had to tell you to get you to emerge?" 

Antoinette scoffed, in disbelief. She knew it, this prince was just as cold as he was yesterday. She agreed with him on one thing though, she really was gullible. "If you think I am going to marry you after this, I think you're the gullible one here. Who lied to you and said you could speak to a lady like this? I don't give a single ounce of a shit if our dead parents signed us up for this, I'd much rather join them in death than join you in marriage." Antoinette snatched her plate from the table and stood, her eyes now like the eagle's, the eagle now the mouse as he watched her stand. Before Antoinette could leave though, she gave an over dramatized bow, then picked up the glass of orange juice to take with her. Stepping over to the prince, she said one more thing. 

"You can look like royalty, talk like royalty, live in a palace and eat like a king, but your actions speak louder than your appearance. You're nothing but a dick, your majesty." Her arm reached out, the glass of orange juice in her hand tipped over, and the orange, concentrated liquid dumped over the prince's hair and shirt. He was silent, nothing to be heard but the crash and shatter of the glass as the princess turned and tossed the glass to the side, then made her leave to eat her breakfast in the safety of her room, and to plan her escape.