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PT. 2

🌟 SHORT 🌟

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There was silence.

You wanted to hear the news again. Hoping that it wasn't true.

"Hansol will be marrying Princess Jennie of Bathory. There will be huge ceremony with cake and present. Hopefully children as well." The king whispers the last part.

You blinked away tears, of not just sadness, but anger as well.

"M-My lord" your voice wailed lowly, "M-May I go make s-some more beignets in the back?" You hid your tears.

The king shrugged, "Sure"

You rushed to the back as warm tears, steamed down your face.

Hansol's blood was reaching its boiling point. "Father" he gritted through his teeth, "May I share some words with you in the back...now."

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"I WILL NOT MARRY THAT WOMAN! I DONT EVEN KNOW HER, ENOUGH TO MARRY HER!" Hansol shouted at the top of his lungs, as you overhear the conversation.

"YOU WILL GET TO KNOW HER AND YOU WILL MARRY HER!" The king argues.

"I DON'T EVEN LOVE HER!" Hansol shouts.

"THEN, WHO DO YOU LOVE?!"

"I LOVE Y/-" Hansol stopped himself. He knew what the consequences would be if he told. He didnt want his father to hang you. He didnt want you to die.

Just in time as you accidentally knocked down some pots and pans causing a loud ruckus.

"Pick that shit up!" The king demands the other maids, including you, to which you all obeyed.

The king place is one of his hands on his hip, raising his eyebrows, "So son...tell me who you love again."

Hansol bit down his tongue. He sighed in defeat, "N-No one in particular, father.." He mumbled, to the amusement of his father.

"That's what I thought.." The king smirked, "The planning of the ceremony will start tomorrow...I'm doing this for our own good." Was the last the king said before he walked out of the back, leaving his son still in defeat.

The other maids left as well, except for you. Hansol felt weak in his knees as he sat down on the hard ground. You then stood next to him, placing your hand on his shoulder.

Hansol looks up to see you. Taking your hand, he kisses it.

"I will talk to him" Hansol whispers, "I will not stop."

"Hansol, what are you doing?" He looks over to see his "soon-to-be fiance" Jennie walking in, glaring at you, "What are you doing with her?"

He sighed, "Nothing Jennie. I'm just relaxing."

"Really?" Jennie gace him a look, "So relaxing on a dirty ground with one of your niggers is relaxin-"

"He needs peace!" You raise you voice, "He just needs peace and some time by himself. He's a grown man, Jennie."

You srepped closer to the upset princess, "And this nigger has a name and it Y/N. I would like you to use it-"

You felt the strong sting on your cheek, Jennie slapped you across you face.

"You will not talk to me like that! Do you hear me?!" Jennie shouts, grabbing your face, "I will have the king hang you for disobedience, Do I make my self clear?!"

You only slowly nod your head, controlling your anger, your courage to fight back.

Hansol rushed in front of you, pushing Jennie back, making her trip on her dress, "DONT EVER PUT YOUR SLIMEY HANDS ON HER!" He shouts.

Jennie was taken aback as she slowly her up. She dusts off the dirt from the floor, off of her dress,  "Oh, so you're a nigger lover now?"

"I WILL NEVER MARRY YOU!" Hansol shouts.

"You will..." Jennie smirks, "You don't want your father to be angry and lock you up again...would you prince."

There was silence.

"Thats what I thought.." Jennie hummed.

"I'll be back...and this time for good." Jennie walks out, leaving the two of you alone once again.

Hansol went up close to your face, caressing the sore on your cheek from the slap. More tears streamed down your face. Hansol wiped them away before he kisses you once again.

Whew chille...sooo...pt 3?