Third person
pov
“Your majesty, it's quite late, you should wake up.”
Soomin tousled in bed, her sleepy mind wondering when she ever set Alexa to call her your majesty. She wasn't complaining, the title felt great, but she was nothing close to rotality, the class, elegance, the manners they possessed were too high to reach. She was often compared to animals in barns by her mother. Who would go on for hours about how loudly she laughs, her lack of proper etiquette, her slouch posture, speed walking, no class and inability to make proper decisions.
“Alexa it's the weekend, let me sleep!” The black haired hand tapped her way to the face of what she assumed was the alarm clock, giving the device a small slap.
Her hand slipped into the hot cup of tea that was perched next to the bed. The scorching sensation sends sparks to her brain, waking Soomin up immediately. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” yelling loudly, she sat up, blowing soft air on her burning fingers.
As her breaths relaxed, Soomin gaze left her hand, scanning the room, clearly bigger than hers, but rather than her glistening white walls, it had soft pink wallpapers with Sakura blossom painted on them. A small floor table by the side and next to it were floor cushions, a huge brownish cabinet with a shelf and on it sat a pinkish vase, without any flower in it. And the door was a huge midaji-mun. The room was cozy, it felt warm and smelled like fresh fruit and perilla oil.
It was nice and all, but how did she get here?
The female who had called out to her, was agape, her jaws hanging low. Never had she heard the princess curse. Or seen her sleep in, or be careless or looked at the world with curiosity. Her eyes were always dull, hands clasped in her hanbok sleeve and chin held high. “I... I...” she stuttered, earning a confused look from Soomin.
“What?” she mused. “Who are you?”
“Me? I'm your gidaligo issneun agassi.”
“My what?” the girl was about to repeat herself when Soomin interjected. “Where am I? And where is my car?” Soomin jolted up, she was about to run, her foot stepping on her dress, she tripped over the fabric of her hanbok, falling hard into the carpeted floor.
The brunette gasped, pressing her hands over her month. “Your majesty,” she mumbled, scurrying over to the black haired.
Soomin sat up, groaning. Questions running through her head. Was she kidnapped by a bunch of crazy cosplayers? “Who's in charge of this?”
“You mean your yaghonja?”
“My what?”
gidaligo issneun agassi bowed, literally lying on the ground, both her arms stretched out, her voice muffled, a result of her face being planted in her dress. “You're supposed to see him in a few hours, your highness.”
Soomin rose to her feet, grabbing her dress to avoid falling again. “I want to see him now!” she stomped towards the slide door, the short haired running behind her, wailing pleas about the rule that one cannot meet the ruler without being invited. “Where is his office?” the black haired demanded.
“Office? You mean his chamber?” Soomin glared at her. “He's not in there, he usually spends his mornings in the jeonmangdae.”
“The what?” Who the hell does he think he is? Robbing her weak knee. Soomin trudged through the garden the short haired had pointed, ignoring the males bowing at her. “The hell do you think you are?” she seethed, boring daggers at the guy who had his back turned to her, her hands balled into tight fist.
“Ja, I'm sorry, I tried to stop her!” the out of breath female bowed, refusing to meet his eyes. “I'm sorry.”
The black haired turned locking eyes with the person he was meant to marry for the first time ever. But she kept glaring back. No one does that until given the permission to.
“Look away if you value your life.”
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