A Noble Affair ✭ KTH [𝖒] ✔️

𝔱𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔴𝔬 [𝖒]

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The heels beneath your feet clacked upon the stone, busying men with top hats and frock coats walked by you as they collected in groups. Your other hand clutched your train ticket as you held it to your chest, almost as if hugging it for much-needed comfort.

The wedding dress clung to your figure. You had taken your hair down, the scrappy tendrils resting loosely around your bosom. You had gone away with the veil, having placed it in a trash bin. The rings had been left behind in your room as you were seeing to no longer need them.

Your life had been so simple before you came back home. The boy in the courtyard was better left as a mystery to you, recognizing that it had been more painful to find answers than living in wonderous ignorance.

"All aboard!" the train conductor shouted before you could take a seat on a wooden bench.

You gasped. Your heartbeat thumped against your chest and vibrated into your eardrums.

Swallowing hard, you took a step forward toward the stairs guided into the commode. A woman nudged you out of her way, and you rolled your eyes with a huff.

"Excuse you," you mumbled.

She scowled from the corner of her eyes as she judged your external appearance. It was unheard of for a noblewoman to have her hair down and appear in such a state of distraught, and it was rather embarrassing in the eyes of the public.

And, yet, you no longer cared.

You nudged her backward, fleeing up the steps with a sway of your hips. You eyed the cabins, attempting to find yours, then sat on the soft bench once you made it inside. The familiar red silk material gave you chills.

Your eyes refused to look ahead while memories of Taehyung flashed before you.

"Stop it," you whispered to yourself.

Slanting your chin to the ceiling, you blinked back tears, then closed your eyes once you heard the steam roll off the train. You grinned when you heard a voice shouting outside of the windows.

I've gone daft, you thought. I'm already hearing things.

In your memory, the way Taehyung looked in his ebony suit with his case flapping wildly in the air made you giggle out loud.

How he looked at you as soon as he seated in front of you, however, was another story. His eyes had been wide, almost as if he had seen a miracle for the first time. You remembered how confident he seemed, but he'd always peek at you from the corner of his eyes or the tip of his glasses.

You recognized every time you were reading, he would hum a perfect melody that seemed almost too familiar. The smile across your lips saddened, huffing as your head relaxed against the back of the seat.