The Prince of Ice - The First Prince

           

Minseok P.O.V

"First Prince, Minseok! Your father is summoning you!" That voice again. The irritating voice of the head butler, Huo Mino. I sigh lightly, my usual blank expression ever present. I get up from my comfortable position on my luxurious leather couch, walking out of my room at a brisk pace.

I arrive at the throne room within minutes, immediately noticing the tense atmosphere. I could cut the air with a butter knife...I think to myself in a bored manner, glancing around at a couple of unfamiliar faces.

"What is going on here, Your Majesty?" I inquire, my voice monotonous as usual. I take notice that my younger brothers are also in the room, looking slightly bored. Do they also not know what is going on? I don't let my confusion show on my face, instead raising a brow in an impatient manner at my father.

"Minseok," My father starts, a serious tone matched with an even more serious face. "As the first-born prince of Miridia, you have a duty to your land, to your people, and to your blood line." This speech again! I mentally roll my eyes. "One of your duties is to expand the family tree. You will have a selection of fine women to choose from, choosing one to wed and have a child with. I have already sent out ten invitations to different families. We will be holding dinner here in a week, for you to get to know your potential wives."

The room was silent, so silent that you could hear a pin drop. I knew my duties, I had been prepared my whole life to go through with those duties. Why would he call a meeting just to tell me this? What was the point? After a few more painfully long and silent moments, I decided to speak.

"I already know this. Did you seriously think I was stupid? Did you think I would forget that is the reason of my existence? To continue marry and bring you grandchildren?" A humourless chuckle escapes my lips, my cold eyes narrowed at the wrinkly, old man in front of me. "I'm no fool."

And with that, I walked at of the polished throne room at a leisurely pace, making eye contact with each of my brothers. They knew this reaction was coming, judging by the slightly amused glint in their eyes. I scoff, turning my icy grey eyes away from my brothers.

Hiyori's P.O.V

The streets are busy as ever, business men and women rushing to get to work, teens sprinting to get into school before the bell rings for first period. Me? I'm just walking at a slow pace, observing the faces of passing strangers. I don't understand why everyone takes everything so seriously. It doesn't matter if you're a couple of minutes late to your destination, right?

My name is Kim Hiyori. I'm 21 years old and live in the beautiful and busy city of Seoul. I've always been a bit of an airhead I guess, not bothering really about consequences. I guess that is because I was lucky enough to be born into a wealthier family, my parents not around enough for me to be properly disciplined. I'm not saying that I'm completely undisciplined, just that I don't really bother that with my actions come consequences.

I walk around aimlessly, a sort of dazed look in my eyes. I don't know where I'm going, but it should be a fun adventure!

As I continue to walk, I see an oddly placed door. It appeared to be made of glass, but you couldn't see past it at all. It was quite strange, with its golden door knob and framing. What was even more strange was where it was situated. Right in the middle of the busy road. I watch on in astonishment as cars drive past effortlessly, appearing to not even see the beautiful door. I haven't the slightest idea what's come over me now, for me to be walking onto the dangerous road. Something just draws me towards this door, telling me that I'll be safe if I just focus on the door. And that's what I do. The cars seem to drive around my slow moving, petite figure.

After only a minute or so of walking, I'm standing face to face with this strange glass door. I reach out a shaky, hesitant hand towards the shining golden handle that seems to be calling out to me, wrapping my slim fingers around it. Multiple thoughts are zipping around inside of my mind, aching to be heard and telling me to question this door some more. I'm much to reckless to care about what may happen after I open the door though, twisting my hand and opening the door without a second's more delay.

What I didn't expect though , was what was on the other side...

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A/N: The woman in the photo is Kim Hiyori