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The lotus pond shimmered under lazy flicks of a koi's tail, the refined serenity and anticipation of waiting for the one tricking past the time as her gaze reserved to the pavilion. Servants in muted silk moves gracefully, sweeping the stone pathways──ensuring that every leaf and petal is in its rightful place.
At the heart of the garden, she waited for her soon-to-be-betrothed. The carefully arranged ceremonial table with fresh fruits and warm tea now nearly lost her interest as her sole breath was calculated under the eyes of every single one in the silk robe that surrounded her. Every movement is measured, precise, nothing less than perfection is acceptable in the presence of───
" The crown prince is here."
The sole title turning her gaze steady onto the path of the pavilion, the arrival of the esteemed one and only prince── the future king of Daeho walking towards her in the protection of guards enclosing him.
The initial formal meet between the two was interlined for considering her as a potential crown princess, the audacity to arrogantly request her hand in join the families ticked off more than just a nerve, yet satisfied by the title.
When Na-ra met Go-won for the first time, she found the man cold , repulsive and tiresome. The embodiment of a man she found herself dodging away for decades. However unexpectedly to her incredulity, it was entirely the opposite, ───he was an grumpy, benevolent and childish in Jang Na-ra's perspective.
Someone she didn't acknowledge herself to be closer with.
" You're here. " The acknowledgement of her presence provided with an cold shoulder while her gaze conferred the warmth of familiarity. " Yes, your highness. I wanted to meet you, since I missed your presence. "
The sweetness that interlaced her words riveling the honey biscuits presented in the golden smeared ceramic plates, the warmthness in her gaze imparting the shy tug of lips of the guards that stood beside, yet her gaze conveying that is contrast from warmth to the boy in front.
" Leave. I need to talk to her."
Complying the order with no agitation, the men and women that awaited their assistance walked away with ease stringing along Young-hee──as Na-ra found herself to be bereft of the presence of other than the crown prince.
The second the figures disappeared from their corner of their eyes, the two refined figures of the kingdom broke out their facade in an instance─── the precise posture of hers, now slouched back to the wooden polished chair as if the comfort of straight posture were needles digging onto her spine and the crown prince- Go-won, is too occupied stifling his laugh that embarked to his heart content, mocking the one and only girl that sat aside him.
