The Spoiled Prince || WooSanSang

Another Ceremony + A Reunion

Yeosang's mother greeted him with a smile when the servant brought him to the dressing room. He saw the potential outfits he'd picked out hanging up behind her; the royal family's ceremony clothes had been packed especially in a different bag to avoid wrinkling.

"It is time to make a decision, my dear."

On instinct, Yeosang looked to Wooyoung for advice. He already had one in mind; he just wanted to see whether the guard would choose the same. "What do you think?"

Wooyoung opened his mouth to speak, but Yeosang had one more thing to add. "And do not tell me 'whichever one my heart calls to', because that is not the answer I want."

The guard's eyes lit up in amusement but otherwise, he refused to show emotion in front of the Queen. "Second from the left, my prince."

Yeosang grinned. "Right answer." He took said outfit down from where it was hanging.

"Excellent," his mother said. "I shall call the servants to help get you ready. The ceremony starts in two hours."

"Thank you, Mother," Yeosang said, then he turned again to Wooyoung. "Will you be wearing your usual guard's uniform?"

The Queen, who had been on her way out, stopped in her tracks. "What do you mean, Yeosang?"

"For the ceremony," Yeosang explained, thinking it should have been obvious. "I was asking what he would wear."

"Dear son, did you study none of Cheshire's customs before our arrival?"

Yeosang shrugged. "I got bored during my lesson so I ended it early."

His mother wasn't exactly scolding him, but she did not sound happy. "Servants are not invited to the ceremony, dear. I am afraid your guard cannot attend."

No. Absolutely not. "He is coming."

She hesitated. "It may be seen as a sign of disrespect for you to bring him."

Yeosang put down his clothes and crossed his arms. "If he does not go, then I am not going."

In a battle of wills, Yeosang would always be the victor. His mother gave in. "Of course, dear," she said, though she seemed less than pleased.

After the Queen had left and before the other servants arrived, Wooyoung shook his head though his expression was fond. "You have not been denied a thing in your life, have you?"

Yeosang held the clothes up to his body, looking at himself in the mirror. "No, I have not," he said proudly.

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The ceremony was to be entirely seated. It was similar to the one in Aurora, except there would be no reception and dancing afterwards. Just everybody sat in rows of chairs, watching the ceremony in front of them. Yeosang had never thought of Aurora as particularly fun, but at least the celebrations were not as boring.

As fate had it, Yeosang ended up sitting with his father to his left and to his right was none other than Taehyun. Yeosang itched to scoot his chair closer to his father but refrained simply because he did not want Taehyun to think he was scared of him.

Wooyoung was sent to sit somewhere near the back, far behind the royals, but Yeosang craned his neck to find the guard. As soon as they locked eyes from across the room, Yeosang felt a great deal better. Wooyoung gave him an encouraging smile and Yeosang turned back around.

He felt Taehyun's eyes on him. "How is your neck, Yeosang?" the other prince asked. It sounded like polite conversation. Only Yeosang was able to sense how fake the concern was.

"Fine," Yeosang said coldly. "The perpetrator was rather weak. It does not hurt at all."

"I am glad to hear."