Prince of RAVENTHORE |•KTH•|

24. Rejection

The sounds of the anklets tingling in the corridor could tell how a pair of feet were rushing towards a chamber. Too scared to stumble in her steps, too eager to hide between the four walls of her chamber, the Princess opened the double doors of her chamber and with a thud she shut them behind her while pressing her back against it.

A heaving chest, a throat blocking the breaths, wavering pair of eyes, shaking legs, Princess Y/N was struggling to even stand up straight, let alone breathe.

"Your marriage has been decided with Prince Kim Taehyung..."

Y/N sucks a breath in again, her lips parting to inhale through mouth and then shutting to hold her breaths. How did she manage to stand still in front of her parents? She was on the verge of shaking right there before them.

How shameful it might have been? How come a royal Princess can be this weak in bones that the mere news of her marriage to a certain Prince Kim can shake her to the core? How gone she must be in love that she literally had to run to her chamber before she could fall on her knees...

Fall on her knees to whom...? Nobody but to love.

The answer lies beneath.. it isn't a royal Princess who has fallen in love. It is Jeong Y/N who fell. Fell so deeply that could make her lose her own identity, perhaps that's why they say... 'falling' in love. One keeps falling deep until nothing remains except love.

And it can never be shameful to her if she loses her identity and falls on her knees, for a lover, lives in a heart of pride, adorned with the most treasured jewel that is love.

"With Prince Kim Taehyung.."

Princess's feet move ahead, her chest tightening due to not breathing, the walls of her chamber, if could smile, they would have, the carpet on the floor was ready to catch her if she stumbles and falls. Every nook of the room was staring at her, even the flambeau on the wall was flickering in a dance.

"Prince Kim Taehyung..."

"Taehyung.."

Her lips parted to breath finally, tho heavily, blood rushing from down to up in her body painting her face red. They say butterflies dance in our stomach but to her it's a group of angels tickling her every inch from inside.

Y/N smiled toothly, her white teeths peeking out from the gap between her pink luscious lips, her eyes rimmed red, Her cheeks glowing rosy.

"Taehyung.."

Clutching her hanfu over her chest,
Y/N smiled again before the tears escaped her pretty eyes. Why? Do only her lips have the right to express happiness? Her every nerve, her every inch would do it today.

The anklets tingled as Y/N walked to her bedpost before hugging it tight, her shoulders shaking in a cry... tears left those orbs like rosy pearls. She intertwined her fingers around the post, her forehead pressed on the wood, the wind blew past the curtains making them surround her like a hug.

"Marriage with Prince Kim Taehyung.."

The words echoed inside her in a wave and Y/N stumbled down on her bed, her feets giving up the strength. She hugged the post tightly while crying, not controlling her sobs, not holding back her sounds, for a lover crying is the prized language.

It was not the news of marriage that made her cry but it was the sudden feeling of going ...home. Him, where her home lies, as if she was a lone wandering soul in the universe and suddenly she has found her home, a place she could say she belongs to... his heart. Him and only him, It's Kim Taehyung for her.