The Prince of Ice is about the first prince of Miridia, Kim Minseok, whose heart is as cold as ice. Due to past events, Minseok has sworn never to show his true emotion to any other person. He hides his feelings behind the icy walls surrounding his...
Today had been better than I expected, Sohyun taking me to a café near my apartment. She had told me how her boyfriend had proposed to her the previous night, a bright shine never leaving her eyes. I was happy for her of course, but I couldn't help but feel a slight pang of jealousy in my heart.
With a sigh, I push away all my thoughts and change into comfortable clothes to sleep in. I hop in bed, recalling my dream with a small smile on my face. That dream was very strange! Hopefully I'll be able to dream about that mysterious world again tonight.
As soon as the back of my head hits my soft pillow, I drift off into a peaceful sleep.
Kim Minseok's P.O.V
Tonight, was the night of the 'grand dinner' that my father had organised. I don't care in the slightest about marrying some princess or noble girl! I'm not stupid. I know that the union will strengthen the lands and the relationship between the noble families, but I don't just want to sit back and marry some princess that is only here because of my family name and power.
I sigh loudly, holding my head in my hands and closing my eyes. "I just want to have one day where I don't have to think about all of these ridiculous responsibilities." I mumble to myself, a dismayed tone somewhat present in my voice.
"Prince Minseok! Please start getting ready!" My father's head butler knocks on my door, informing me that I need to be getting ready.
"I'll be down in five minutes." I say through the door, plastering my usual cold and emotionless mask on. I hear a grunt of approval before hearing the light tap of heeled shoes on tile, retreating from my room.
I stand up from my bed lazily and walk towards my walk-in closet, scanning the multiple racks of clothing for something nice to wear. I settle my eyes upon a white dress shirt and a navy-blue suit jacket with matching pants.
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"This will do." I murmur as I change into the well fitted clothes, glancing at myself in the mirror. I nod at myself and ruffle my light prink hair slightly. "Time to go." I turn away from the mirror, walking towards my bedroom door.
As I walk out of my room I see my younger brother, Jongdae waiting for me. "You ready, Min?" He questions, an obvious glint of amusement in his eyes whilst a mischievous smirk plays at his lips.
"Mhm." I grunt, walking straight past him and his sick sense of humour. He follows shortly after me, probably talking to me but I don't hear any of it. I just stick to my thoughts, coming up with a list of excuses to make to the women that will no doubt be waiting impatiently to meet me. Stupid family tradition.
As we near the large dining hall, I hear the impatient murmurs of waiting guests through the door. Before I even reach the door, one of the many castle servants holds the door open, alerting everyone in the room that the eldest son had arrived.
"Good evening everyone. As you all know, we are gathered here today in hopes of me finding the future queen of Miridia. I greatly hope to be able to meet each and every one of you." I speak the lines that I had rehearsed to many times in my life, looking out at the crowd in boredom.
A wave of applauds ripple through the vast amount of people in the hall, all sitting comfortably at their tables. Fake, I sigh in my head. They may as well just say to my face that they don't care about this speech.
"We shall all eat dinner first, and then at 8:00pm exactly, the dancing will start. That is when it is acceptable for people to approach me, or for me to approach people. I look forward to-" I don't finish my sentence as I hear the sound of a glass breaking on the tiled floors.
Every head in the room turns to stare at a young woman, sitting at the opposite end of the hall from me. She stares at me, eyes wide and mouth agape, her hand still held open. Who is she?
