prince | park woojin

➸ 01

✧˖*°࿐ one ✧˖*°࿐

Woojin calmed his golden brown horse down and tied it down to one of the horse shacks in front of the large castle building, giving it a small treat before he left to enter the castle for more duties.

He entered the extravagant building and was ordered by the castle guards to wait in the ballroom where the Queen would be shortly meeting him. Obeying their commands, he bowed to the guards and did as told.

The boys poor feet stammered all across the castle as he tried his best to remember the directions to the ballrooms. Woojin is new at this— today is actually his first day. He knew he was going to struggle, but not to the point where finding directions is stressful.

His heart raced as he watched the clock tick, the Queen would be coming down any minute now and he's still lost. Woojin rummaged back and fourth, attempting for the millionth time until his body came clashing to another one, which threw him in a panic.

He began to bow rapidly. "Hello, hello," he stuttered, still bowing. He looked up to see who he bumped into and his jaw dropped. Did he just meet the Queen?

She's stunning, he thought. He'd expect her to be in some kind of crazy gown that would expand to the size of the castle stairs and that her hair would be lined with jewelry as accessories but she wasn't. However, that did not determine her beauty. The girl wore a simple red dress that were almost like something a villager would wear, but she pulled it off and made the dress itself look like royalty by just wearing it.

"My majesty, I am so sorry, I'm Park Woodam's child that's come to replace him and serve you but I couldn't find the ballroom, my Queen. I apologize for my foolishness," Woojin explained, his heart still racing and his eyes not leaving her sight once.

The girl almost bursted out laughing. "I'm not the queen, I'm the pr–, I'm the pottery designer," she explained, sweating as she almost gave out her true identity.

Woojin facepalmed himself. He became star struck over the castle's pottery designer. The thought made him laugh. "Oh wow, I'm truly stupid– you probably think I'm weird as hell now," the boy laughed. "But I have to go, do you know where the ballroom is?"

The girl nodded. "It's up to your left, that's really it. I don't know you missed it, it's the biggest thing here. But if you do have trouble, just ask the guards to lead you and say that it's my request— they uh, really like me so they listen to me a lot I guess. So use it your advantage if you'd like."

"Thank you! May I get your name Ms. Pottery Designer?" Woojin asked, a smile appearing on his face. His prominent snaggletooth made the girl melt.

"It's Jaen, nice to meet you. You should skedaddle, the Queen is not someone you should get on bad terms with." she smiled and walked off. She knew she was going to be in big trouble for interacting with him, since he is still young from his looks and that he is not solely a in castle worker. She pleaded to herself that the guards won't tell.

Woojin on the other hand, couldn't stop smiling but he was also confused. He wondered if there was some kind of specialty in the castle that made everyone so damn beautiful, especially that pottery designer. He really thought she was the queen, even if she was too young. He didn't want to judge. His thoughts led him to think about the princess.

The princess is never seen out in public, to protect her safety of course. He wondered how she looked like, probably the most beautiful person on the planet. There are rumours throughout the entire village that the princess is the most stunning person in the village and could easily make you fall in love with her looks alone. However, Woojin knew his chances of meeting her were low. He doubt she'd come out to meet the workers or stroll the castle.

However, in only two months, her face would be revealed to the public when she turns eighteen and the kingdom doors open to princes all around the royal branches to see who she'll marry. Woojin knew he couldn't be a option because he is poor, not royal and a nobody but he would enjoy admiring from afar. It seemed cool to him.

Woojin finally found the directions to the ballroom, and thank god he is the first one there. A smile is placed upon his face as he awaits for the royal Queen but he is only thinking about how this job might be worth it after all.