royal blood

03 | an impossible choice.

the two young men both happend to sit on the same bench. they looked at eachother, before realising that by simply not being bothered by the other's presence, they could share a seat. one of them took out a newspaper, slowly reading through it.

the other one happend to notice his own article. he smiled, before realising that his new seatmate had no knowledge of lee taeyong's passion of writing articles for the local newspaper. he thought about letting him know about his own article regarding the sudden passing of prince doyoung.

" do you think the crown prince killed himself ? i've heard that his parents didn't want to burry him in the royal cemetery because of that. " the man asked taeyong, who was shocked to hear he'd willingly start a conversation. " i think he had a lot on his mind, and .. couldn't take it anymore. "

" i don't know. " taeyong replied, " actually, i am a journalist and i wrote that to get paid faster by my employer .. " he tried explaining, as the other man was quite surprised about taeyong. " i believe that there was something behind his death, .. it was too sudden for him to die a week after his coronation. "

the man put his newspaper away. he shaked taeyong's hand, giving him a small smile. " i can't believe my disrespect towards such a great journalist. nakamoto yuta, quite the simple man. i am just a carriage driver, to one of the most well-known actresses of our time. " he let out a laugh.

" oh, now you got me curious. " taeyong replied with a smile, " lee taeyong. i love to meet new people who appreciate these type of things - i love to talk about the royal family and mysteries surrounding them. however, i am not allowed to really talk about the more scandalous side. "

" i am sorry to leave so fast. " yuta suddently got up, " my dear actress is probably waiting for me. she has probably finished her small talk with a person she happend to meet on the street. " he said, taking his hat. " it was great to see you ! maybe we'll meet again, but i will surely read your articles from now on. "

yuta left. taeyong watched how he got into the carriage, leaving to find this mysterious actress. he slowly got up, taking out his wallet, to look at the photo of his deceased brother. he would be proud to see that taeyong became a journalist.

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wendy walked to the main dining room. she opened the door, revealing that the baron's sons had already made their way for breakfast. taeil was quietly drinking a tea, while sicheng and jungwoo were talking about a certain topic wendy couldn't really understand.

" i am very sorry. " jaehyun suddently bumped into her, before a small laugh escaped his mouth. " i am sorry to have scared you in such way. i rushed and happend not to see you in the doorway. " he let out a sigh, before going to sit down next to taeil. " has yeri not waken up yet ? "

" she hasn't woken up yet. " wendy said, as she slowly sat on the other side of the table. " yeri has has a harder time getting over doyoung's death. i am also trying to get through this, but she's clearly worse. all she can think about is doyoung, she has thought about cancelling her show. "

" i would be too, if my brother was to die. " taeil put his cup down. " it is human to struggle over a passing of such a close family member, especially your brother. i am very proud to see that you are able to be this strong in such situations. " he smiled to wendy, as the door opened once again.

yeri walked in. she put a black jacket over her shoulders, before sitting down next to wendy. she let out a small sigh, as she took a cup from the table. she waited for seulgi to arrive and pour water for her, but it seemed like she was running late. she looked at wendy, who was drinking a glass of water.

" did you pour yourself water ? " yeri asked, as wendy nodded. " where is the water ? no, where is seulgi ? " she kept asking, before a rushed seulgi came out of the kitchen. she put down a plate of food in the middle of the table. " pour me water. " she said, before seulgi took the cup.