Prince of RAVENTHORE |•KTH•|

37. Culprit

"Did you see the prince holding her waist?" one of the young girls in the back whispered while blushing excitingly.

"Just look at her highness sitting in his lap like it's her throne." another looked at the royal couple with dreamy gaze.

"His highness.... He's just so goldly." another one let out a dreamy soft sigh.

"Are they in love?" one of them whispered, "They should be."
someone giggled quietly.

"I wish it was me in her place." one of them murmured with a smile which held no evil envy towards the Princess despite her desire.

"Ssh!! Don't say such things out loud or you'll be exiled by his highness himself." the decent one among them shushed all other girls.

"Taehyung, you may go first." Queen Cheorin nodded towards him.

"I think our princess should go first." A woman spoke up. "Those fingers of our Prince only knows how to handle weapons. Let her teach him how to handle delicate things like fragile threads."

The others seemed to agree with her and so did Cheorin. "Princess Y/N, please go ahead."

"Of course of course. He should know now how to hold someone fragile now." Another woman commented "He should be now careful to not break someone into half."

The teasing comments held a deeper meaning and the royal couple was too silent almost pretending they were deaf to others. Y/N's cheeks were already tinted pink, the anklets tingled as she moved a little to the side, her arm brushing his chest, glancing at his right hand resting on his knee.

Taehyung didn't glance at her but that short hair stand of hers brushing against his chin was twitching his nerves. The prince lifted his right hand closer to her.

The women looked at each other with wide eyes and pursed lips, murmuring something about the couple. The old lady too tried to hide her smile. "Weren't they supposed to sit separately?"

"ssh"

Suddenly everybody laughed while looking at the clueless innocent couple who didn't know they need to sit across from each other for this custom and not her in his lap. The old lady stopped a young girl from giving out a seperate mat for the princess and shook her head.

Princess Y/N glanced up innocently and sheepishly, thinking that they all were just pulling her leg.

"Y/N.." the newlywed looked at the old wise lady. "Use your left hand to open his thread. And keep in mind, one knot at a time. Understood?"

The princess flashed a small polite smile on her face and nodded her head. She pushed back her veil from her shoulders and settled more comfortably in his lap, sitting sideways. Taehyung lifted his hand closer to her again, a permanent subtle frown between his brows..

Y/N's first touch below his hand was subtle and soft, full of respectful feelings, looking at the blue thread tightly knotted on his wrist. "ready, your highness?" someone asked and the princess nodded.

The hour glass was placed in the middle and the sand began to slip indicating a running time.

The delicate fingers which were expert in weaving threads into beautiful designs, for them it should be easier to unravel these mere knots but somehow the prince's hand was distracting the princess.

The women began to sing a song around them while clapping in rhythm to encourage her.

Taehyung also watched how she was pulling at the knots, concentration etched on her features. But her orbs drifted to his palm..