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
Yoongi didn't even knock on my chamber door. He walked right in, looking distressed as he looked around the room, just to find me sitting on my bed, my back against the headboard, knees to my chest, even though it was harder to do so because of the dress.
"Aein," he breathed out, rushing towards me, joining me on my bed as he pulled me into his arms. "What happened with your father?" he asked, lacing his fingers in my hair.
At his question, I turned my head to burry it into his chest, letting out a loud sob.
"Take a deep breath, Misun. Take your time. We have enough of it." Yoongi's words were meant to comfort me. Instead, they made it harder for me to do as he has told me.
"We don't, Yoongi. There isn't much time for us," I cried to him, taking ahold of his shirt, holding onto it tightly. If I could, I would keep my hold on him for the rest of my life.
"What do you mean?" The confusion in his voice was as clear as a day.
"My father-" I had to sniff, cutting myself off for a moment. "My father has declared a war. He got to know about us due to your doings today. You saving my life. H-He wants to call every man in the castle into it because he wants to separate us." I broke down at my last words, not being able to keep it together.
"W-What? He wants to call...all of us into the war? B-But I am untrained. Many of the servants are as well," he pointed out, his hands stopping their movement.
"He doesn't care about that. I think...I think he just wants us to not be together." My voice was barely above a whisper, too scared to talk about what it's going to be like after he has to leave.
"Look at me, please," he pleaded, taking my chin into his hand, turning my head before I was able to obey his request. His cheeks held a few tear stains on them. "I am in love with you, Aein. So much and no other words can explain how deeply I feel for you, my love. In the time we have had together, I have found something I wasn't aware I was looking for. No matter what your father does, It won't suddenly make our love disappear." His gaze held a warm feeling in them, his hand stoking my cheek. "Even if you do find someone after me, we will both know our love existed."
"I...I know we haven't been together for so long, but I don't want anyone else. I don't think I will be able to fall for someone other than you." My cheeks were drenched from the tears.
"I won't be able to do so either, if I survive-"
"Don't. Please don't talk about not surviving, Yoongi. Please don't do this." I shook my head at him, begging him with my eyes. I didn't want to even think about the passibility.
"I will try my hardest. I will fight for you, Misun. I promise."
Not being able to hold myself back, I leaned towards him, pressing my lips onto his in a deep kis.
