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 woke up being cradled in someone's arms. My eyes spring open as I remember the last place I was. Accidentally, I must have fallen asleep in Hoseok's bed. Part of me wanted to leap out of the bed and scream because I made this mistake yet again. The other half of me wanted to relish in the warmth of his body being curled against mine. It felt quite nice.
Gently, I lift his arm from around my waist and set it beside him. I roll off his bed and the floorboard squeaks with my weight. Hoseok opens an eye and calls to me. "Remi?" My heart skips a beat at the mention of just my name. He always applied a title to my name in addition. It sounded so sweet without such significant labels.
"I'll see you later," he mumbles and his head flops back down against his pillow. His eyes shutting again, I smiled at the cute sight. He looked like a sleeping angel.
Tiptoeing back to my room, I was praying Minji hadn't come into my room to wake me up yet. I open my bedroom door carefully and see no one in my room. Quickly I scurry to my bathroom and begin to get ready for the day.
Minji helps me select a navy-blue dress that isn't too complicated or flashy. Neither Minji nor I knew what I would be doing today so I didn't know how to dress. He paired it with these thin strapped heels, and I was ready to go meet Namjoon.
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I step out of my room and am greeted with the cutest set of dimples. I didn't have to go looking for him, Namjoon was waiting for me outside of my door. "You look lovely, your majesty." I blush at his words. I never grew accustomed to when these handsome men would compliment me. My heart always fluttered when it happened.
"What are we doing today? Is this attire okay?" I ask him curiously, gesturing to my outfit. Namjoon smiles and nods. "We are going to an art museum." He must have seen the panic in my eyes because he chuckled and then reassured me. "Don't worry, the whole place will be empty." I smile.
We exit the palace, side by side and walk towards the garages that are kept behind my home. It's been so long since I left the palace, I couldn't help but feel excitement and anxiety at the same time. It was always dangerous for me to go out into the public. I knew my bodyguards would follow us around though.
I was never actually alone.
As my driver follows the roads towards the museum, Namjoon excitedly tells me what he's looking forward to seeing. It was quite infectious how happy he was to be visiting a museum. Like me, he has been holed up in that palace for a few weeks now. This would be good for both of us.
Once inside, Namjoon drags me from wall to wall, room to room. I could hardly keep up. He would enthusiastically jump around and the smile on his face barely left. I think I was enjoying the childlike smile on his face more than the art itself.
I really had to watch myself. With how adorable Namjoon was acting, I could have easily fallen in love with him. Everything about him seemed perfect. I wished I could hold his hand as we walked around the museum, but he was just my teacher. Nothing more. He was being paid to prepare me for upcoming role. The realization feels like a bucket of ice cold water being dumped on my head.
Suddenly I get quiet. The thoughts swirling in my head and causing me to become mute. I was having a blast until I remembered this wasn't a date. This was just a way for me to release some stress so that I can efficiently go back to learning.
What a pity.
Namjoon notices how quiet I've become and focuses his sharp eyes on me now. "What's wrong your highness?" I fake a smile for his sake, and he returns it. Those dimples surfaced a pang of hurt in my heart. "Nothing is wrong, nothing at all." I grin at him, best I can. Taehyung has taught me how to appear one way despite how I really feel. I had to learn how to act. And I was using my skills now.
He raises an eyebrow at me, and I almost think he doesn't believe me, then he goes back to walking around the museum. Maybe I'm a better actress than I originally thought.
I stop walking abruptly in front of a painting of my father. Studio lights fixated on the painting. He looked so majestic. The artist perfectly captured the aura my father puts off. Some people might be afraid of him, others would respect him regardless. But to me, he was just my father. He raised me from birth and my eyes only held love for him.
Namjoon wraps his arm around my shoulders and jerks me to him. "The King looks so regal here." I nod to his observation. "Your father is an extraordinary man." I nod again, tears stinging my dry eyes as I stare at the painting.
Soon a picture, a painting will be all I have left of my father. The reality smacks me in the face once again.
Namjoon grazes his thumbs against my cheeks and removes my tears. "You'll be an even more extraordinary ruler. I believe that will all of my heart." My eyes focus on the dark brown pools under his eyelids. I detected no lies from him. I smile at his reassurance.
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