𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 116

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~helpppp why didnt the last ch notify otheress ahhhhhhh~

~Chapter 115 didnt notify other. so if u havent read it PUHLEASSEE do!~


-Start of Chapter 116-


She's not different.

She's not special.

She's not hardworking—

Jungwon clenches his jaw. No, that's not true. She is.

She's not kind—

His grip tightens around his quill. She is.

She's not pretty—

Jungwon exhales sharply, pressing his fingers against his temple.

No.

No, she's not.

...But she is.

He blinks down at the document in front of him, realizing he hasn't processed a single word. The ink on the page blurs together, his mind drifting back to the way she looked at him, the sweetness of her voice.

The way her wrist had felt in his grasp.

The way she had stumbled, eyes wide, looking at him like—

Jungwon shakes his head, dropping his quill with an irritated sigh.

This is absurd.

He leans back in his chair, staring at the ceiling, the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him.

She's not—

His gaze drifts to the window, where the sun is beginning to set over the gardens.

Jungwon exhales slowly, closing his eyes.

...She is.


The knock on the door pulls him out of his thoughts.

Jungwon straightens in his chair, forcing his voice to remain steady. "Come in."

The door opens, and his grip on the quill falters.

Isla steps inside, carefully balancing a silver tray. "Tea, Your Highness" she says softly.

Jungwon swallows, quickly lowering his gaze back to his desk. His heartbeat—steady just moments ago—suddenly feels out of rhythm.

"Mm" he hums, feigning indifference as he picks up the quill again, forcing himself to sign the document in front of him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watches as she approaches, setting the tray down with quiet precision. Her hands move gracefully as she pours the tea, the soft clinking of porcelain against metal filling the silence.

Jungwon presses his lips together.

He shouldn't be watching. He should be working.

But his gaze betrays him.

The way her hair falls over her shoulder as she leans forward. The way her fingers move so effortlessly. The way the light from the window catches against her skin, making it glow just slightly.

Jungwon tightens his grip on the quill.

This is nothing.

This means nothing.

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