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's nineteenth birthday was nearing. The month in which we met as well, making it almost a year of attraction that could have been here every day if it weren't for what has happened.
I thought I was slowly coming to terms with him being gone. I thought my crying would slowly reduce. But as the time went by, I felt more. More of everything. I felt the heartbreak of not being with the one I love.
The only fortunate thing in this unfortunate situation is the fact Yoongi's body wasn't on the carriages even this month. While others grieved their loved one, I was releaved I didn't have mine there. As selfish as I sound, it was a wonderful feeling each time to hear he wasn't there. Then the reality came back and I remembered the dozen of other men who died while fighting for my country.
I drove to the town center, giving my condolances to the familes of the dead men. I prayed with them there in the very centre, hoping the pain they feel will get better, knowing it probably won't since I myself knew how hard it is for the wives and children.
Today was two days away from Yoongi's birthday and for the past two weeks, I was missing him more than I've ever had. And I thought that was impossible.
My love was somewhere out there, maybe fighting for his life for all I knew, while I sat on the comfortable sofa in my library.
In each of my room, one that trully is considered mine, there were memories of us. This particular room held our physically intimate encounters, the very first embrace, deep talks, some of our book conversations we had were also held in here, consisting of us discussing what kind of romance was in it and many more things happened.
I was seated comfortably in my library window sofa, trying to concentrate on the novel even if I have gotten distracted many times.
Books didn't bring me as much comfort as they used to. Nothing could bring me peace when Yoongi was gone. All I could do was busy myself as much as I could so I wouldn't be thinking about him all the time.
But even distractions don't last long.
I manage to do all the work that has been needed so far for the castle and now I had to wait for new responsibilities to come. Every time I was done, some new eventually came. Each time not soon enough for my mind not to run all over the castle.
Sometimes it is too much and...I just break down. Not only in private, but during my walk, while horse riding, walking down the stairs. Anywhere.
The maids all think I am mourning my father being gone. I do hope he gets back as well, however, I would never have such a reaction as this for him only. Yoongi is the one constantly in my head, not my father's wellbeing.
I was desperate for some news. Of the war ending, Yoongi's safety, anything at all. No letters came in the last weeks. Not a word from anyone and they used to be weekly here. My father updating us or the commander. Some soldiers even get to send letters to their families. Only the ones who are in a higher ranking though so servants like Yoongi stood no chance of contacting anyone.
