The Spoiled Prince || WooSanSang

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Over the next few days, Wooyoung couldn't stop looking at the emerald ring on the middle finger of his left hand. He hadn't taken it off since the prince had given it to him, and he didn't think he ever would. What did it mean, for Yeosang to give him something so precious?

Currently, Yeosang was getting fitted for his outfit for the upcoming wedding. The Queen was present as well as two seamstresses who covered Yeosang with various fabrics, seeing which one the prince would want to wear.

"Yeosangie, dear," the Queen said as they worked. "It would be absolutely perfect if you could find a princess you like before the wedding."

The wedding was in just over two weeks; Wooyoung highly doubted that would happen.

"You could propose to her at the wedding." The Queen sighed dreamily. "It would truly be the perfect moment."

Yeosang frowned at his reflection in the mirror. "I do not believe I have enough time for that," he told her. Then, to the seamstress, "Put this fabric aside. I like it."

"Pink may not be a suitable choice for a prince to wear," the Queen pointed out.

"Yet if I like it, then that is what I will wear."

"Of course, dear."

A few minutes later, after Yeosang had picked out a few more fabrics, the Queen went on with what she must have really been wanting to say. "I will not force you, but I do believe it would be nice if you at least brought a date to the wedding. She does not even have to be a princess."

"Wooyoungie can go with me," Yeosang said immediately, catching Wooyoung's eye through the mirror. Wooyoung was afraid that hadn't been the answer the Queen was looking for.

She looked at Wooyoung with mild distaste. "I meant a female date. People are talking, son. Wondering why you have not yet found a bride when most princes your age have been long married by now."

Apparently, twenty years old was considered ancient for a royal to remain unwed. Wooyoung didn't understand how that could be when normal citizens didn't get married until their mid-twenties. Yeosang ignored his mother, turning his attention back to the seamstresses.

"And are you sure you still need a guard? It seems to me that he does nothing. His labour can be used elsewhere."

Yeosang had become visibly irritated at his mother's nagging. "I am sure, Mother."

"Once you are King, it would be an embarrassment to keep a personal guard. Jongho has foregone his long ago."

"When I am King," Yeosang snapped. "I will not care about being embarrassed. I will keep a guard if I want one."

He stepped down from the raised pedestal in front of the mirror and looked at the fabrics he'd set aside. As if to spite his mother, he picked up the pink silk one. "This shall be the fabric I choose. Now, I will dress myself in private."

The Queen looked like she wanted to say more, but she had never refused Yeosang a thing and Wooyoung knew she wouldn't start now. As she followed the seamstresses out the door, she gave Wooyoung another look of distaste. Disgust.

He wished he could disappear under her gaze. Instead, he bowed. "Until next time, my Queen."

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As Yeosang went about his day, Wooyoung came across San at least three times. Each time, San fixed Wooyoung with such an irritating look that Wooyoung had to clench his fists in order to stay calm. The look said, I know your secret. Wooyoung wished his feelings hadn't been so apparent that San of all people found out.