From the lineage of royals who are recognized and privileged yet no longer in the position to rule the country, Taehyung is the only grandson in his generation. The only one who can continue the bloodline.
Considered a national treasure, he was over...
The prince was seriously not in the mood the whole day. Charlie, as what the prince clearly stated, had her dinner in a dark area away from the brightly illuminated glass house where the prince and his mistresses were having dinner.
Only a table lamp, a small table. Also her meal isn't as extravagant as what she's supposedly having. I looked at her from a distance. The poor thing silently ate...I cast my glance on the other side and from the glass walls, noted how comfortable the rest were having dinner inside. I clicked my tongue and eyed the lady in green dress as she slowly scoop her barely hot soup from a small bowl. Not even a canopy to shade her from the cold night breeze. Suddenly, a servant approached me. The prince called out for my presence...he beckoned me and whispered something while the ladies curiously watched us.
"Take a closer look at the punished one over there. For the second fucki- er, I mean friggin' time, bring her something to cover her arms. Tonight's pretty chilly...geez."
I nodded and silently left.
When I reached her spot, holding the cardigan to be given to her, she quickly stood, stepped aside, bowed and hurriedly walked away. Surprised, I tried to follow her;
"C-Charlie, wait!"
I noted the prince startled as well as he was watching us the whole time. From afar, I saw him stood and followed Charlie by sight. When I reached the path that leads to the paramour lane, I felt the prince's hand grabbed my shoulder.
"I'll take care of this."
Oh shit.
•Taehyung•
Despite her small frame and tiny feet, her pace was quick. I followed her and called her out;
"You! Stop!"
She continued walking her way to her quarters until she reached the stairs to her door. I pulled her slender arm to face me... her arm felt cold.
Head down and boldly refused to look at me, I snapped.
"Weren't you informed that you cannot leave your spot unless I said so?! You came here, only a few days to be exact and you're already this defiant?!"
Still not looking at me, I reached out for her chin and suddenly...
Wet. Tears?...
I slowly lifted her chin up and yeah. She's crying.
"D-dont call me 'you' my name is Charlie..."
Stunned, I watched her small face, tear streaked, blushing and that small chin as it quivered.
I sighed. This scene...inexplicably frustrates me. Why does she look adorable crying. I looked down on her and crossed my arms.
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