My Beautiful Melody (with Jake and Heeseung from ENHYPEN)

My Beautiful Melody

"And so my boy, you shall marry the Princess of Anathema, no doubt." said King Montague, to his son Lee Heeseung.

"But what if it doesn't work out? The princess will think I'm marrying her for only fortune and glory. I think maybe we should wait a while when she turns eighteen."

"Indeed we shall wait. But we don't have to marry right away. First you must meet her."

"It will work out, right?"

"I'm sure of it."

*~*~*~*~*~*

In the ancient kingdom of Anathema, there was a castle upon the hill. Yes, there lived a king and his fair queen. Their two daughters Charlotte and Margaret lived a comfortable life.

While Charlotte was sent off to be married, the youngest Margaret had to stay at home.

Nowadays the family goes away on these so-called business trips and she is left home all alone. The only things she does alone in the big castle are reading, or playing a song on her violin. She looked up to her older sister Charlotte. She wanted to marry someone in her life as well.

It was while she sat lonely in her room, when Margaret spotted someone as handsome as an angel outside her window.

The young man was Prince Heeseung of the Crystal Isles. He was told that he had to marry the Empress Margaret as a way of forging political alliances to their country and strengthening their dynastic power as well. Heeseung had dreams. Margaret had hope. But they could not have it in their hearts to marry each other.

"Who is he?" she whispered to herself.

Heeseung looked up and saw the young empress. Margaret hid herself behind the curtains. Her cheeks flushed in a bright red. She didn't want him to know that she was up there watching him.

"He's so beautiful." she said with a sigh.

She continued to gaze at him through the window, feeling her heart beating so rapidly. She stroked a soft plush pillow in her lap as she watched the man outside in the garden.

"Ay me," she said, sighing again, "And I'll englut my own love from that gent! Such a quite quaint sir, he is."

"Madam?" called her maid.

Margaret flinched.

"Oh...anon, great servant." she said as she was putting everything back in its place, making sure that her personal servant wouldn't suspect a thing.

Her maid Tituba entered. She was perplexed by the empress's red cheeks.

"Madam, are you all right? Your cheeks haven't been so red before."

"Oh...I'm all right," said Margaret, "I was only enjoying the lovely sunlight. It must have stained my cheeks."

"Right," said Tituba, "Well, then, dinner is nigh, you must be downstairs quickly. The Duke of Umbridge is coming to visit."

Margaret nodded. After the servant exited, she took another good look of the young handsome man that was sitting down the secluded part of the garden reading before rushing downstairs for dinner.

I hope he is still there afterwards, she thought as she ran to the banquet hall of the castle.

Throughout dinner, she couldn't focus. Her eyes only envisioned her admiration for the man below her balcony. She fluttered her eyelids and sighed.

"Has something bad happened to the girl?" asked the Duke of Umbridge, "Her cheeks have never been this red since the last time I've seen her?"

"When I visited her quarters," explained Tituba, "Her cheeks were already red. It was as if she was falling in love. But who would be able to capture her heart this early? A duke, prince, count, an earl...a young king?"