the royal series book #1: "you're my empress, a mere pawn to rule upon"
-song raeul, the infamous general
park sunghoon, the charming emperor
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wherein two familiar souls who once used know each other suddenly get fated to encounter...
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THE VERY next morning, she woke up due to the knocking from the door, "Who is it?", she managed to croak out as she grumbled.
"Her majesty asked me to wake you up as she's requesting you and his majesty to come to the dining table", the maid spoke from the other end of the door.
"We'll be there in a bit", she rubbed her eyes tiredly, "Yes, your highness".
The maid walked away as she pulled herself up and found Sunghoon sleeping against the bed as his head was tilted while the book was left out open in his hands.
"I should wake him up, right?.....", she pondered for a few minutes when she was startled by his voice, "How long are you going to stare my face?"
"Huh?"
He opened his eyelids as he stetched his neck and looked at her, his eyes suddenly hovered around her cleavage which was slightly exposed, he quickly coughed out as he turned his head around.
"I'll call your personal maid to help you", he said before he got up and went towards the bathroom to wash his face.
"A personal maid?", she muttered out when he got out dressed in perfectly ironed attire.
"By the way, your mom asked for our presence in the dining room", she informed him as she pulled up the sheets to cover her entire body.
"You know the script, right?", he asked as he was busy fixing his sleeve, "Is a script needed?", she rolled her eyes.
"You might want to stop rolling your eyes at me", he said as he gave her a quick glare, "Oh, is that so?", she said amused, sarcasm dripping from her tone.
He stopped fixing his sleeve as he looked at through the mirror, he turned back on his heels and went towards her as his face was dangerously close to hers, "You're my wife now, a tool and a replacable object", he remarked.
"My dear husband, I'll never be under your control", she said, emphasizing the last words.
He gave her a snicker before he moved away his face from hers, his eyes still on her challenging face, "I'll call your personal maid, from now on, she'll attend to your needs and accompany you", he informed with a bland tone as he went storming out of the room.
"God.....I need to think of a way to divorce him", she wasn't going to stay as his wife for long, during her position as a general; she'd been rewarded enough to support her financially for the rest of her lifetime.
