Remi is a tomboyish princess who must ascend the throne and become queen in half a year. Her father hires seven teachers to prepare her for the role. But can Remi concentrate with seven of the most beautiful men she's ever seen as her mentors?
I could hardly sleep, the excitement was too much. I couldn't wait to see what the seven of them had planned. It was going to be a great day. My thoughts lingered on Taehyung's face as my eyes were closed. I remembered how hurt he looked when I yelled at him like that. I hope he can forgive me. He now knows how much stress I'm under. Surely, he won't hold that against me.
A crackling roll of thunder rumbles outside and then lightning strikes. My room rattles slightly with the force of the deep thunder that screams after the bolt of light. I hold my comforter up to my chin and look at the flashing lights outside.
My thoughts immediately go to Hoseok. I knew how scared he would get of storms. I slide out of my giant bed and go to grab my robe. I tie it around my waist and go out into the hallway to wander around.
The shuffling of my slippers was the only sound inside the palace. It was eerily quiet. I cross the foyer and enter the other wing. I find the room where I know Hoseok stays and knock on the door lightly. If he was awake, he'd hear that, but if he was asleep, I was hoping it wouldn't wake him.
After a few minutes, I turn around and step away, assuming he's asleep. But then I hear the door creak open, and Hoseok pokes his head out. "My lady?" I offer him a soft smile. I step back over to him. "I thought you might be afraid because of the storm."
With a cute grin, he grabs my wrist and pulls me into his room. The entire room smells like vanilla. "You were worried about me?" His voice comes out raspy. I only nod to his question. His smile vanishes when a snap of lightning lights up the room, his shoulders tense up.
"I don't like storms either," I mumble, fidgeting with my fingers. Hoseok grins and tugs me to his bed. "We can keep each other company," his words are innocent, but they still make my heart race. He jumps on his bed and pats the spot beside him. I crawl up on it and immediately feel the warmth from his body that was previously there.
We listen for a moment to the rain that is pouring outside. It was violently tapping against the glass of the windows in the room, asking to be let in.
"Why didn't you tell me about your father?" Hoseok's voice comes out quietly, there was hurt hinted in his question. I drop my head, I guess the news was out now.
"It's a hard thing to talk about." He nods along. Hoseok grabs my hand and laces his fingers through my own. "I can't do much, but I can listen. I can promise not to leave your side." I smile at his sweetness. This man had to be one of the kindest human beings on the face of this planet.
"And that's enough." I tell him with a smile.
We spend another few hours like this, hand in hand. I told Hoseok stories about my childhood. I would shed a few tears when I would talk about my happiest memories of my father. He would just squeeze my hand to comfort me.
Eventually we were laying down, hand in hand, and before I could even fight it, I fell asleep.
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