His feet thumped softly against the cold floor as he ran through the large hallways of the castle, his eyes sparkled with a unique blend of mischief and innocence.
He unheard the calls from the group of maids chasing him, bow-shaped lips smiling in a way that perfectly mimics the rectangle
After spending nearly all of his days in his room recovering, he felt sufficiently rested to feel excited for the first time in a long while.
It gets boring and irritating when he has no sleep left in his eyes but is still lying on the bed like a log all day, just eating, sleeping, and repeating.
The reason? His cursed self.
No, literally...
He turned to face the maids who were still dutifully trailing him, his hair cascading down to his waist. His low giggles echoed through the walls of the royal castle as he realized how much ahead of the group he was.
In his joy of being the fastest, he failed to notice the two maids approaching from the opposite side, carrying freshly picked flowers from the royal garden in a basket, and when he did, it was too late...
Oh well...
No one fell, aside from the flowers, on the three people...
He shook his head to remove the carnations that were perched on top of his hair; some of them got tangled in his silky ebony hair, which was pulled into a ponytail on his back. He then looked up and blinked his right eyelash.
Something seems stuck...
To get rid of whatever it was, he lifted his right hand.
He guessed a flower petal...
However, the maid who was carrying one of the baskets removed it for him.
"Are you alright, young master?" She inquired politely as the group of maids approached the trio.
The young master smiled and nodded at her, but then he heard a voice.
"Taehyung!"
Rather than attempting to identify the source of the voice, the young master-now known as Taehyung-was certain who it was.
"Oh no, eomma" he whispers to himself before rushing ahead, the maids failing to catch him
But there was another obstacle already in front of him-a tall man with broad shoulders, hands crossed against his chest, a single eyebrow raised in a questioning manner, handsome-cherry-on-top.
Oh no
He attempted to flee but-
"Taehyung"
It was calm, but at the same time it was not
He called his name,
Not a good sign...
He glanced up at the man, immediately meeting with a glare
A less intimidating one...
However, still...
Taehyung let out a sigh.
He realised,
He was in trouble.
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Away from the maids and soldiers, the three royals were assembled in a room.
Silence descends on the room as Taehyung stands in the center, staring down at the pattern on the floor while long black hair falls from his shoulders.
YOU ARE READING
The Cursed Us
Historical Fiction"He is dying" "The day that tattoo reaches his head, it will be his last day" "Why are you telling me this?" "He can be saved, if a heartless one falls for him. Someone who's heart has already stopped beating" ................................... T...
