Thirty-five girls
A prince
A lover
A kingdom
A choice
A chance
An Selection
Its just a royal Jungkook ff
Based off the book by Kiera Cass (the selection)
Lovely, miss. Keep pointing at the sketches, and the rest of you, try not to look at me," the photographer asked.
It was Saturday, and all the Elite had been excused from our obligatory day of sitting in the Women's Room. At breakfast, Jungkook made his announcement about the Halloween party; and by the afternoon, our maids had started working on costume designs, and photographers had shown up to document the whole process.
Now I was attempting to look natural as I went over Anne's drawings while my maids stood behind the table with pieces of fabric, containers of sequins, and an absurd amount of feathers.
The camera snapped and flashed as we tried to give several options. Just as I was about to pose with some gold fabric held up to my face, we had a visitor.
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"Good morning, ladies," Jungkook said, strolling through the open doorway.
I couldn't help but stand a little straighter, and it felt like my smile was taking over my face. The photographer caught that moment before addressing Jungkook.
"Your Majesty, always an honor. Would you mind posing with the young lady?"
"It would be my pleasure."
My maids stepped back, and Jungkook picked up a few sketches and stood right behind me, the papers in front of us in one hand and his other settled low on my waist. That touch conveyed so much to me. See, it said, soon I'll get to touch you like this in front of the world. You don't have to worry about anything.
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A few pictures were taken, and the photographer left for the next girl on his list. I realized my maids had inconspicuously dismissed themselves at some point as well.
"Your maids are quite talented," Jungkook said. "These are wonderful concepts."
I tried to act like I always did with Jungkook, but things felt different now, better and worse at the same time. "I know. I couldn't be in better hands."
"Have you settled on one yet?" he asked, fanning out the papers on my desk.
"We're all fond of the bird idea. I think it's meant to be a reference to my necklace," I said, touching the thin string of silver. My songbird necklace was a gift from my dad, and I preferred it over the heavy jewelry the palace provided for us.
