Prince Jung Wooyoung, heir to the throne, is to be wed off to one of his many suitors to enrich the kingdom in a blossom of wealth and fortune for many years to come. However, his heart strikes gold in that of a romance he can't have, not of one wit...
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┗━━ 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥 ━━┛
Days had come and had passed, leaving Wooyoung to tend to a few different matters that required most of his attention. He was busy, albeit sadly, rushing around his own kingdom with a scroll full of things to attend to.
On the other hand, Ji-soo had kept Wooyoung incredibly busy with outfit fittings, all of which would be used for the upcoming events tied to Wooyoung's inevitable marriage. Beyond that, Ji-soo watched Wooyoung with a careful eye, making sure that he ate at least twice a day and took care of himself, even if his attitude protested otherwise.
Wooyoung, truthfully, was feeling a bit intense with his mood swings, feeding into the negativity that settled into his skin. He hadn't seen San in nearly a week, or so, Wooyoung felt it to be. He didn't know what had happened between them, as their last conversation ended up with them holding one another, settled in his bed, sharing in their mutual embrace with passing kisses and warm smiles. Now, it felt to be the opposite.
Cold, alone, quiet; everything that Wooyoung didn't want. The moon was slowly curling closer and closer to its renewed state, leaving Wooyoung with little time left to enjoy the peace that came before his looming marriage. He didn't want to spend the remainder of his time like this, alone and separated, kept away from the person he adored most. But, Wooyoung couldn't do anything to fix this. He could just sit and watch, allowing the world to pass by him, waiting in his chair as he stared at his bedroom door; praying and hoping. His jaw would be tight, his teeth biting into his cheek and tongue, feeling as his chest would tighten the more time that had passed, feeling as the sun's warmth would fade and the chill of the moon would crawl along his skin.
San's absence wasn't just physical, it was emotional. Wooyoung knew where they stood, and for what they shared, he hoped it'd be enough to draw San back from wherever he had gone. Times were becoming more and more difficult, he knew that; he wasn't completely oblivious. Yet, he wanted to remain tangled within his own resolve, muttering words to himself in hopes that someone would hear his thoughts, even if it were only his barren bedroom or Sapphire's ears.
"Your grace, you seem exhausted," Ji-soo dotes, quietly shuffling about the room ahead of Wooyoung, mindlessly folding linens. "Why must you be so stubborn? Take a rest, or at the very least, bathe in warm water. The steam will clear your mind."
Wooyoung shakes his head, his eyes darting downwards. "I cannot, Ji-soo. I am on edge. I cannot help but feel tense."
"But why is that, your grace? What seems to be bothering you?"
Wooyoung glances up, looking at Ji-soo, struggling to try and place his feelings anywhere but against his shoulders. But, how could he? He couldn't sit here and explain everything that was happening with San, let alone the affair that they had been having for the previous weeks. It was all too revealing, too raw, too vulnerable; leaving Wooyoung to settle for silence, choosing wordlessness over the sake of sharing this burden with anyone else.
