in which the older sister of Yona does not flee the castle the night of their fathers death
| a story of the guardian who is protecting the wrong side |
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Two years ago, as the leaves turned orange, and the winds got colder, a pair of of caramel brown eyes, etched themselves into my brain. I had turned sixteen that year, and many men wanted to court me. All of them were power hungry men. Ones that I have not deemed worthy to rule the Kouka Kingdom.
I knew I must choose one for the sake of the kingdom, even if I was hurt, neglected, used for my title. That's the price of a princess.
There were many nights that I cried myself to sleep, knowing that change was near. One that might be for the better for everyone else but myself.
It was until the fateful day of October 3rd, that a new man with a request to court me came to visit. He had chocolate brown hair and beautiful caramel eyes. His aura seemed much different than all the others offering me fake "love". He came from the Water Tribe.
Everything was flowing perfectly, a month of us knowing each other, I agreed. In the spring, we were said to be married.
I no longer cried myself to sleep, for I knew things would be okay. The kingdom would be in great hands, and so was I.
That was until a day in late January, father and I were told he was killed. It was a murder. For weeks it was investigated, yet nothing was found.
Why must this happen, was the first thing that flew through my head. Hyun Ki was dead. I sat in my room, tears falling. What did he do to be murdered? Why now?
I finally find a suitable man to be Kouka's next king, only to have their life cut short. Is this the price one must pay?
"I wish I was never a princess." I wish could live near the water and fall in love.
I can't marry Soo-Won, and I finally find someone who I admire, Hyun Ki, and now he's gone.
I won't be able to sit under the willow tree and not think of him. I won't be able to hear his contagious laugh anymore. His odd love for the sound of the harp, that I always played for him when he came to the castle. His wisdom, in which I could not confide in anymore. Many things I found comfort in, I can no longer.
I threw my fist on the wooden floor, another sob leaving my lips.
"Akira?" I heard a small voice behind me.
"Yes, Yona?" The younger princess was thirteen at the time. I didn't want her to see me cry. The future queen couldn't afford that to happen. I can't be weak. I narrowed my eyes, and in that moment I made myself a promise. A promise that no one will ever see me weak. Not even my own sister. This will be the first, and last time you'll ever see my cry, Yona.
