---"It's truly beyond my reach, Eonni! The difficulty is overwhelming!" Minha declared with evident frustration.
"It's not as thou thinkest. Observe, and thou shalt see," Mina responded, her movements graceful and fluid in her hanbok. Her dance was like that of a butterfly, effortlessly capturing Taehyung's rapt attention from the balcony above.
"Eonni, that was magnificent! I am proud of thee," Minha said, her voice tinged with admiration.
"And I wish to be proud of thee as well. Let us begin," Mina encouraged gently.
"Aah, Eonni, please! This task is daunting. I shall comply, but under one condition," Minha pleaded.
"And what might that be?" Mina asked, curious.
"Thou must practice with the sword," Minha proposed.
"The sword?" Mina echoed, a note of concern in her voice.
"Aye, just as thou dost dance," Minha insisted.
"It is dangerous," Mina argued.
"Indeed, but it shall be as dancing," Minha assured.
"Well then, Eonni, prepare thyself for the morrow. Thou shalt accompany my closest friend," Minha teased.
"Thou art mischievous, Minha!" Mina laughed, giving chase.
Taehyung observed this exchange with a chuckle.
"Dost thou harbor feelings for her?" his mother inquired.
Taehyung turned, surprised.
"Nay, she is not to my liking. She is but a dear friend," Taehyung replied.
"Do not deceive me. I refer to Mina, not Minha. She is beautiful in her own right, and thou knowest it," his mother said with a knowing smile.
Taehyung blushed shyly.
"Aye, Mother, Mina is indeed beautiful and kind. I find myself captivated whenever I see her. As for Minha, she is my life. My jest was but a jest," he confessed.
"Indeed, it is the time of thy marriage," his mother remarked, a hint of expectation in her voice.
"Aye," Taehyung agreed, his tone filled with happiness.
***
The night of celebration had arrived, and the palace was alive with activity.
"Eunuch Oh, art thou ready?" Jungkook asked, his Crown Prince robe elegantly draped.
Eunuch Oh nodded, and Jungkook stepped into the grand hall.
At that moment, he collided with a young woman.
"Is this a fortunate coincidence or mere fate?" she mused.
"I am uninterested," Jungkook replied coolly.
"Thou couldst spend the night with me, Jeonha. I shall make it memorable," she offered with a smirk.
Jungkook's anger flared.
"Thou art unworthy of my time," he declared firmly.
"Do not chastise her, Jeonha. She jesteth. Every maiden may fall for thee," Park Byung Su interjected, introducing his daughter, Park Ji Hee.
Jungkook's disapproval was clear.
"Apologies, but I have no interest in thy daughter and shall not waste time with her," Jungkook stated plainly.
Park Byung Su's smile grew strained, but he remained silent.
"How dare he insult me?" Jin Hee fumed.
"Calm thyself, daughter. Such words are unfit for thy future husband. Simply observe," her father advised, his anger simmering beneath his calm exterior.

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MY CROWN PRINCE | JEON JUNGKOOK
Ficción históricaThis is the story of the 17th century, in the land of Silla. It's all about empire, love, power, and the throne. What if you lost everything in your life? And made huge mistakes that turned your life into hell? A bad decision can make your life wors...