Choi Misun, the only heir to her father's throne, was a regular teenage girl who was born with high position. She liked to be with her friends, go on walks and read romance novels. She also had many duties as a princess, one of them being to find a...
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Choi Misun
My heart couldn't stop beating as my mind finally realized who the woman was.
It was me from the day of the last ball. With my tailored blue dress but in a simplier version since he probably couldn't remember all the little details it had along the top part. I can't blame him for that. Even I have forgotten how exactly it looked and I have it in my closet.
My eyes, though, were something else. I could immediately tell they were mine. The fact that I wasn't exactly looking at him properly most of the time since we started painting and he still caught them almost perfectly. No artist has ever done that while drawing my portrait.
"Yoongi I-"
"Please, Your Highness. Don't say anything. I know this attraction - or whatever it might be - is beyond forbidden and I'm not expecting anything back. You are The Princess and the heir of the throne while I'm an ordinary servant. Something inside of me told me to do something. Anything was better than to keep silent," he said everything with a hurry and desperation that I almost couldn't understand him, but I did. I heard every word clearly.
Forbidden attraction.
"I'm sorry, but I have to go, Your Highness. Some duties are calling me and I-"
"Look at my painting, Yoongi. I, The Princess, order you to look at it right now. And I do not accept any excuses. Not now." My voice was quiet as I ordered him this. I knew he would have left without another word if I didn't order him. Not really in the role of 'The Princess' as I've said. But in the role of Choi Misun.
My eyes were still trained on his painting and I only heard his quiet steps as he walked towards my easel, silence still creeping between us.
Then the steps stopped. And so did both of our breathings for a moment.
"Mi- Your Highness...who do these belong to?" He asked after few seconds of staring at my painting.
"My muse," I stated calmly although my voice wanted to break from anxiety and my mind was telling me not to do this. I did though. And I don't regret the decision I've made.
I looked at Yoongi after a long while to see him checking his hands while looking at the art I did. I could see his other hand mid air towards it and shaping in the way it was displayed on the canvas.
I painted Yoongi's hands on the piano.
As his mind caught up with everything I have said, my own was racing with thoughts. What did this mean? What was he thinking about all of this? What will happen in the future if everything is true?
"Why do they- Why do they look like my hands, Your Highness?" His question didn't caught me off guard. I expected something like this to confirm what he thinks my painting means. I wanted to do the same before he basically threw words at me and I understood what his painting meant.
