King's Love | Liskook ff | Lizkook | JJK X LM

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LISA POV

Today was the parade for the new crowned king.Which means more
people to sell bread to Ugh, these
rich arrogant royalties spend so much
money on the parade while I'm living
in a hell trying to make a penny.

These kings don't do anything but be
rude and brainwash all the people
here. Bragging endlessly about their
money and how much control they
have.

There was only one royal that is actually nic....

"Lisa!" A fine handsome man smiled.

I snapped back to reality as someone
called out my name. Yep, he's hot.

"Jimin! You're back!" I set down my
bread basket.

"I came back yesterday since the royal
meeting ended early." The Prince smiled brightly:

"And you didn't come see me! I had no
customers since you left." I pouted

"I was busy preparing for my brothers parade so I had no time to visit you, I'm sorry." How could anyone stay angry at him when he looks like a complete Angel

"You work too hard these days, how
come you're not king. You're older
anyways."

"I told you already, its a royal secret."
Jimin still smiled brightly.

"Yeah yeah, I'm not getting into that
royal stuff. I'll only be going to the
parade just so I can make money."

I pick my bread basket back up.

"Why can't you just let me give you
money? I'll spoil you!" Jimin crossed his arms

"No, I work for my money, now go
before any of the royal guards see you
with me." I shooed him away

"Fine, but I'll buy these." He took two
bread bags and stuck the money inside my pocket.

He waved goodbye and ran away.
I quickly set the basket down again and checked the money.

"YOU LITTLE SHI-BEEEEP!"

He paid me 500 when its only 15! Ugh.

Why can't the other royals be like him
Instead of spending money on Jewelry
and clothing.

I picked up the basket AGAIN and walked around the busy streets to sell these breads,

"Darling, stop overworking yourself. You'll faint anytime soon!"
My father took the empty basket from me.

"I'm fine, I even sold all of the bread!" He sighed deeply and was about to argue but my mother came in.

"You two have to same conversation everyday. Lisa, go to bed. The parade tomorrow will be very tiring and we both know that I will not let you go if you are exhausted."
My mother said sternly. I nodded and head to my room or should I say the storage room.

Our house only had one single bedroom due to the small amount of money we had. I understand our situation and I obviously chose the storage room.

I mean it's not so bad when there's
sweet and wonderful bread surrounding you. Actually maybe it is.

The scent of thousands of bags of bread make me dizzy. But I can't complain.

There are people living on the streets
that can't even afford food while I have tons of food right next to me when I sleep. I closed my eyes and fell asleep

AUTHOR POV

"Jungkook-ah, when are you going to find your queen? You're already the new crowned king and all you need now is your queen."

"Mother, I do not need a queen to rule a kingdom and I do not believe in "Love". You should've known love doesn't exist when you married that monster."

Jungkook looked at the list of things he had to do to prepare for the parade and the grand ball that's the day after the parade.

"Jeon Jungkook! He is your father, he how you repay him for everything he's done for you!" Jungkooks mother expressed her anger in an obvious manner.

"He is not my father and I will never think of him as one. I will though if he ever acts like one. Now I request that you leave my room."
Jungkook took off his glasses.

"Fine, but I expect that you dance with at least one fine lady at the ball. Maybe with Tzuyu, she'll be a great fit for a queen."

Jungkooks mother left the room.

Tzuyu was a princess from another kingdom who had been friends with Jungkook since they were 5. But when they turned 11, Jungkook could care less about her. He always ignored her no matter how many attempts she made.

Jungkook sighed and massaged his temples. He wished that the past king or his "father" had passed the crown to Jimin. But no, he had to make him suffer from stress.