𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 || 𝐂𝐨𝐛𝐫𝐚 𝐊𝐚𝐢

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꩜ .ᐟ

𝐓𝐡𝐞 morning light streamed through the windows of Yuko's mansion as she sat on the plush couch, laptop open in front of her, her fingers hovering nervously over the keyboard. Her mind buzzed with thoughts of what her next steps should be. She couldn't shake the nagging feeling that she had to break free from the suffocating world of royal obligations and her father's rules.

As she stared at the screen, she realized one thing: she had no idea how to even sign up for a school in the United States. It wasn't something her father had prepared her for. Growing up in the royal family of South Korea, her education had been done privately, in high-end academies, with tutors at her beck and call. But now, here she was in a foreign country, with no formal school registration under her belt.

"How do you even... enroll in a school?" Yuko muttered aloud, tapping her finger on the touchpad in frustration.

Behind her, a group of workers—her long-time butlers and housekeepers—stood awkwardly, glancing between one another. It was a rare moment when they didn't have an immediate answer to her question.

One of them, a woman named Mi-Young, stepped forward hesitantly. "Miss Yuko, perhaps we can call the school? Maybe they can help us... figure this out?"

Yuko sighed, pushing her long hair out of her face and crossing her arms. "We tried that last week, remember? They said I needed an application form, and I need to fill it out myself. But I don't know what to put on it. What's a GPA? Why do they want to know my social security number?"

"Miss Yuko, would you like us to assist with filling out this 'form'?" asked another worker, Young-ho, who had been in the mansion for years and was like a second father to her. He was no stranger to her complicated life, but this? This was out of his realm.

Yuko's lips curled in a mix of amusement and disbelief. "Young-ho, you've seen me solve business problems with billion-dollar deals, but this? This is... too much."

He bowed slightly, clearly embarrassed. "I'll try my best, Miss Yuko."

Mi-Young took a deep breath and approached the laptop, leaning over Yuko's shoulder to read the screen. "Okay, let's start by looking for the correct school district... but first, what is the name of the school you want to attend?"

Yuko glanced down at her phone, seeing a text from Tory. Good luck with the school stuff! You got this, princess! Let me know if you need any help!

Yuko smiled faintly at the message before replying. Thanks, Tory! I'll figure it out eventually... I think.

"I think I'm starting to get the hang of it," Mi-Young said, as she clicked around on the laptop, her brow furrowed with concentration.

"No, no, that's not right," Young-ho interrupted, pointing at the screen. "That's the wrong section. Let me see it."