Princess | Kim Jiwoong

Chapter 1 : Fated

天作之合 ( Tiānzuòzhīhé )
Match made in Heaven

That's what the general public say about the princess of china and the prince of South Korea. These two countries once again show their harmony and unity, shocking the world as they announced the engagement of Princess Zhang Hana and Prince Kim-

The girl turned the tv off, annoyed at how the british reporter mispronounced her name and even more annoyed at the Google translated phrase.

Opening the mini refrigerator, she pulled out a half empty wine bottle.
" Cheval Blanc 1947, St-Emillion " Its label states.

Filling one-sixth of the Bordeaux wine glass, she walked over to the window whist slowly moving her fingers that held the stem of the glass, letting the wine swirl around.

Removing the curtain from the archtop shaped window on the east side of her room,
She gazed down, observing the Cinnamon-brown headed male walking towards his mercedes-Benz S-Class car, as the light blonde headed male held the door open for him.

Tilting her glass towards them, she spoke softly with a subtle scoff,
" Hao, congrats. You are one step closer to your grand conspiracy."

2 knocks. 2 second pause. 2 knocks.

Hearing the familiar patterned knocking on the wooden door, She walked over to open the door.

Walked in a hazel eyed female wearing a rouge pink coloured pencil skirt and tucked-in white blouse.

" Miss Hana, this is your schedule for today." She said as passing Hana an iPad.

As Hana read the details of her schedule, the other female walked towards Hana's dressing room

" I would recommend wearing this"
She said after putting together an outfit along with accessories.

Hana gave her a small smile with an empty gaze, signaling that her choice of outfit was right.

At that moment, three consecutive small knock on the door was heard.

" Come in, Ricky " Hana said recognising the way the boy usually knocks.

Ricky walked in, slightly bending his head downwards.
"Miss Huiying, cancel all the schedules." He said facing Hana.

"Rude as ever." Huiying muttered under her breath as she moved a bit backwards, following the etiquette.

Hana was looking straight at Ricky, waiting for him to state the reason, even though she already guessed what it would be.

" Princess, you will be attending the Charity Art Auction in Paris as per Sir Zhang Hao's request." Ricky exclaimed in a monotone voice.

"Tsk. Request?" She thought as her eyes unmovingly stayed on Ricky.

" Huiying prepare for the flight. My dear brother finally arranged for me to meet my fiancé." She said. The second sentence directed towards Ricky to hear.

Huiying went to prepare as ordered.

"The dress he picked will be arriving soon." Ricky said before he too walked away.

Not long after, a package arrived. Alongside a card that read,

" Be pretty and act your role, my dear sister. Remember, I will always be watching over."

...

After Hana's private jet landed at Paris, she went to a hotel room to change into the dress and for her hair-makeup stylist to work on her.

She looked at herself in the mirror one last time before leaving.

Esteemed guests from all over the world were gathered here. All eyes were on her as Zhang Hana entered the halls of the auction.
  But her were only searching for  one person.
To be more exact, the sole purpose of attending this was to 'coincidentally' meet her finance.

She was scanning the room while conversing with various individuals. And finally her eyes fell on the black haired male whom she was searching for.

She only saw his back. However the amount of details she was made to memorize for a year, gave her the assurance that he was indeed the one.

It's not their first time meeting, of course. It is almost impossible for one royal family member to not meet another at least once, when they attend events all year along.

But little did they know, they would be bound by fate together and arranged to be married.

She excused herself from her current conversation and moved to a new location where she could be in sight of the male's vision.

And just as Hana wanted, Jiwoong's eyes fell on her.

He had done his own fine share of research on his soon-to-be-wife.

As much as he wasn't quite pleased to be part of an arrange marriage for political cause, he didn't protest against it either.

Jiwoong observed as the girl was smiling courteously with an unamused gaze. She just somehow radiates a majestic and serene aura.

" Zhang Hana. You really do live up to the title 'divine beauty'. "

After a while, seeing that she was finally standing alone, he got up from his seat.

Hana noticed him walking towards her and their eyes met.

" Kim Jiwoong " he said as he brought forward his hand for a handshake.
It was a beautiful name, fitting for a man such as him. Kim Jiwoong. Kim jiwoong. Kim Jiwoong. But The amount of times, she heard this name had almost made her sick of it.

"Zhang Hana." She said taking his hand into hers.

She looked slightly upwards to meet his almost enchanting monolid.

His facial structure was angular and distinctive.

And His hair was nicely styled into a curtain fringe style. Strands of hair falling on his forehead perfectly accentuating the most attractive features on his face while balancing out its proportions.

" But no matter how strikingly handsome a person is, you cannot possibly marry them without a single proper conversation." Hana remembered how she said these words to her brother, pleading him to convince their father.

"It is not your choice to make. Be a good girl and play your part in the chessboard." Zhang Hao had replied.

Not like they had a sweet sibling relation before, but she could never forget that scornful gaze and unaltered smile from that day.

" How Fateful for us to meet here. "
Jiwoong's crispe and husky voice brought her back to the present.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please take a seat. The auction will be beginning soon. " Before Hana could answer him, A modulated male voice was heard from the stage.

"Let's take a seat" she said with a gentle smile. However, jiwoong felt something off about that smile. He could tell at one glance that the corners of her lips are being pulled upwards against her heart's will.

She is forcing herself to smile.

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