It's Definitely You|| PSH

19.

Pearl greeted the guests as they went up to them for a brief talk. Though her eyes were dead set on the door, waiting for a particular bunch to show up as she secretly glanced back at the hallway every now and then. 'Your Highness, the Prince of Nashira, Prince Choi San.' She geard The courtier say, turning her gaze back to the the black-clad prince approaching Ember and her with a few guards surrounding him. 'Pleased to meet you.' He shook hands with Ember before he turned to Pearl with a straight face and bowed a little as a formal greeting. 'The pleasure is all mine, prince. It's an honour to have you here.'

'You flatter me too much, your highness.' Pearl tuned out of their conversation, eyes too busy to find a certain red-haired someone in the crowd who was no where to be seen. Disappointed, she turned back to San and Ember; the two were having a conversation about the well being of people, working together for mutual benefits or something like that, Pearl couldn't care less. Especially when Ember was the one talking about it. The night went into full swing with people getting drunk off their minds on the booze that was passed around. It was giving her Deja Vu, travelling her back to the night when people were intoxicated and gay just like today when her parents were attacked by her fiance.

'Honey, Prince San here and I am leaving to have a private conversation, Want to join?' Ember asked, his gentle voice fanning the flame of hatred that grew inside the princess.

'I think I'll retire to bed now if that's okay with you two. This celebration is bringing back some unhappy memories,' Ember looked at her with feigned worry, patting her head.

'Alright then, I'll have my guards escort you back to your room.' Pearl nodded, exiting with Mingi and Wooyoung to retire to her chamber. They entered the room, looking around a bit to take everything in. Truly, nothing changed in all these years. Her bed, her dresser, heck even her casual slippers were kept neatly where they used to be. The servants really took care of the place while they were gone. She heard the door to her room shut and turned to talk to the other two when she saw her escorts bolt the latch on her door as they drew out their swords.

'What is this supposed to mean?' Wooyoung growled, drawing out his own sword to stand defensively between the two royals and the guards. He straightened up, positioning himself to deliver the first strike and swung his arms back. Clang. The two swords struck, and the guard struggled to find a good footing while trying to defend himself. His partner tried to join in, only to be struck by a flower vase by Mingi on the back of his head and fall unconscious. He grinned, high-fiving the princess as he stepped over his body back to safety.

'Cut it out you all, it's us!' The struggling guard spoke from under his mask, his voice sounding oddly familiar. The knocked-out guard slowly gathered his strength, reaching his face to pull down his mask and reveal himself.