The Edge Of Forever

24| copper tapestries

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c o p p e r  t a p e s t r i e s : 구리 태피스트리

THE DULLED COLOURS WERE WOVEN TO TELL A PECULIAR TALE.

The tapestry was indeed splendid, holding a whole tale with just intertwined and twisted threads to teach a lesson to those who admired the depths of the tapestry.

"Do you understand what is being told from the tapestry?" I looked up from the work of woven art to my maids who stood in front of me.

"It looks to be a two lovers who cannot be together and are torn apart from one another. At least, that is what I see from this." Maid Myung provided her interpretation carefully after examining it. 

I nodded thoughtfully. "And though they both marry someone else, they still yearn for one another." I recited the tale aloud, wistfully looking down at the two lovers far apart.

"Even as the girl dies after giving birth, he still loves her." Maid Park concluded the tale.

A few seconds passed by in silence, mourning the love that was fleeting but eternal. I then looked up at them with a small smile. 

"Who gifted this to me?" I asked then, remembering they had only mentioned it was a gift for me when they delivered it. 

"It is from Prime Minister Yoo, he asked that it be considered a present for your recovery." Maid Park answered quickly, her words sounding rehearsed and tense.

My eyebrows rose, as did the plethora of questions in my mind. "Prime Minister Yoo..." I muttered quizzically, my eyes dancing around the tapestry. "Why ever would he send this gift to me?" My words were a soft whisper, only circling back to my own ears.

"He is still in the Palace, only just finished dealing with some court issues." Maid Park added, her steely eyes washing over my own calculatingly. 

"What am I to do with that information, maid Park?" I asked, speculatively. 

"He wished to personally speak to your Highness." Maid Park added. I noticed the octaves raise in urgency in her tone, demanding an approved answer from me. 

Giving into the sinful curiousity, I could only agree. "Fine, call him to my main room." 

The maids bowed, taking a few steps back before turning around and heading out of the room. 

It was just under ten minutes when the call was made outside my main room of the Prime Ministers arrival. I immediately straightened my posture and gave the call back out to allow him to enter.

He strode into the room, illuminating shades of pride and arrogance. Stopping short below the steps where I was situated, he bowed, eyes dancing around the room. 

"Your Highness."

Choe Yoo had barely been a few lines of ink in my mind, everything from his face to any interactions proving to be wisps rather than memories. Hence, I found myself watching him intensely, the few lines exceeding to become a tall and proud man with light colours made with thick strokes.

"Sit down." I instructed, my eyes not once leaving his. 

He did so, almost comically and then his eyes found the tapestry on the table, the one he gifted himself.