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
It's my seventeenth birthday today. My birthday celebration. And also the start of the one year countdown until my eighteenth birthday. The day I will have an arranged husband.
I still haven't talked to my father properly. I had to eat dinner with both of my parents in the room, however, my hatered for my father grew more as each day passed, my mother and I getting slightly closer to each other. Neither of us will ever be able to make him walk out of our lives so both of us will try to keep a distance in our relationships. As wide as we can.
My mother shared she has her own bedroom and has had it for the last two years or so, distancing herself from him when she thought she had enough. I just never knew about it since I almost never went to their chamber. She has kept trying to make him love only her, but after a while, she couldn't handle constantly sleeping next to him when she knew.
She has confided in me she has started to distance herself even more and faster from him after she saw the outburst. Like she said, she realized even I can't be enough for him.
I told Yoongi about everything few days later while having our piano lesson. He didn't show many emotions, being careful since my father is still his king and unlike me, his daughter, he can fire him easily. On top of it all, this isn't one of my private rooms. Anyone can enter whenever they want. Bad-mouthing the king might have earned him a worse punishment than having his hand in princesse's lap. Although the later could also result in bad things, however, we have hormones and sometimes they overtake our minds.
Right now, I was getting ready for my birthday ball. The ladies won't be joining me for today's preparations as I am meant to not be seen by anyone before the ball. Not even my friends.
It is taken as one of the balls where I am finding a husband but with more celebrating. A huge cake for everyone, many deserts and fruits on the tables and I have to make a speech. Not too long to bore our guests, not too short to not even make them interested in what I have to say.
My dress was a pastel yellow, fluffy skirt, sweatheart neckline that showed off just the right amount of cleavage. It didn't have any sleeves, rather a short cloak that fell just above my elbow, linking together around my neck in a collar, the same color as the dress. Gold decoration in triangular shape ran all over the edges, same as all over the dress, where there were many kinds of ornaments.
On my instructions, Dorothy only made a crown made of braids around my head, putting one of my more extravagant crowns on top of it. My day means showing everything off. I would have been fine with a small tiara.
"You look beautiful, Your Highness," Dorothy whispered, finishing brushing the bottom part of my hair.
"Thanks to you, Dor. You make the most incredible work each time you remodel me." I grin at her, letting her know just how grateful I am for everything she does.
