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The dining hall was as grand as ever, with its towering ceilings and shimmering chandeliers casting soft light on the long table where we all sat. My father, King Kim Namjoon, sat at the head of the table, as usual. My mother sat quietly beside him, To their right was me, trying to disappear into my chair.
They're talking about the kingdom's issues. The rest are silent - including me. Halfway through their discussion, the ugly topic. Taehyung, my cousin. My uncles, including Seokjin, chimed in with their support, and Taehyung, seated across from me, kept his head down, eating as though this wasn't about him. My fists clenched under the table.
This motherfuck is blushing.
That shit making my blood boil.
"I believe it's time to finalize the arrangements, Jiwie is of age, and this union will strengthen the royal bloodline." My father announced. I froze, my fork pausing mid-air. My chest tightened.
"Yes, She's of age now. Taehyung would not only strengthen the family's ties but also maintain the purity of the royal lineage." my uncle Seokjin added, nodding.
I wanted to scream. The purity of the royal lineage. That curse of my life. I clenched my hands under the table, I stared at my plate, willing myself to stay silent. But when my father turned to me and asked,
"Jiwie, what do you think?" I couldn't hold it in any longer. But how could I? How could I agree to marry Taehyung after everything that had happened last night? After Jungkook?
"Why is this always the only topic you people can find to talk about?" My voice echoed in the vast dining hall.
"Jiwie, lower your voice," my mother said softly, trying to calm me.
"No......... Everyone has limits to their patience, and you always push mine! Do you not see how exhausting this is for me?"
"You are a princess, It is your duty to marry someone who upholds our lineage and traditions."
"Duty? Is that all I am to you? A pawn to solidify alliances? A womb to carry the next generation of royals? What about what I want?"
"Enough, You don't have the luxury of choosing. This is not about you-it's about the kingdom." my father barked, slamming his hand on the table.
"And what if I refuse?"
"You won't, You may resist now, You're my daughter, and you will follow the rules of this family."
"What about my happiness, Do you even care about mine?" Tears pricked my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.
"Jiwie, sit down, Don't act so disrespectfully." Yeah now my mom sharping her voice on me.
