Joseon story

Chapter 6

"Welcome back home my lady. A light snack is being prepared for you as we speak." The head butler bowed to her as she entered the grand mansion. "Today will be your favorite cucumber sandwich."

"Alright." Yemma sighed giving her backpack to a maid and heading up the stairs.

"Oh and one more thing." The butler called out. "Your mother has returned home from her movie shoot."

Yemme stopped and glared at the man, his head immediately bowed. "How many more times must I repeat myself to you. That witch is not my mother."

"My apologies my lady."

The girl sighed as she ascended up the stairs and slammed her bedroom door shut. In the large room her bed sat in the middle, a sheer curtain draped over it, a small balcony faced the form of the estate, and a lounging area sat with a window seat of to the side.

"I guess I'll be staying in here until dinner." She sighed sitting in the window seat and gazed out at the cars passing by.

A boy walked along the side of the road holding a professional looking camera before stopping and taking a picture of something she couldn't see. He squatted down to take another picture before moving for an on passing car. Something about how he just took his time caught her interest.

A knock on her door drew her attention from the boy as she answered for them to come in. It was the maids with her snacks. They set them down before bowing and turning to leave.

When she turned back to the window she was shocked to find that the boy was looking right at her. They stared at each other for a minute before he smiled and held up his camera, assuming he was asking to take her picture. Oddly enough, Yemma nodded her head to give him the ok.

He snapped a quick picture before smiling and waving. As he started walking backward away from her she gave a small smile back and waved. He seemed so familiar but she knew she had never met him before.

Another knock at her door made her sigh, this time she actually got up to answer it.

"What." She said chewing on a bite of a sandwich.

"I apologize for disturbing you my lady." The head butler bowed. "I see you haven't quite finished your snack, but you moth-"

He stopped mid-sentence as Yemma glared at him.

"You're father's wife requests you join her for an early dinner."

"I won't be eating tonight, Mr. Park. The sandwiches will be enough." She sighed getting ready to close the door.

"But my lady, if you do not join her she will be quite upset. You know how she gets when she's cross."

Suddenly Yemma's head hurt, a migraine was forming. She grew light headed and stumbled catching herself on the column of her bed.

"Bring her immediately! The Princess cannot refuse an order from the Queen Mother!"

Glass was broken as it made contact with the walls. The princess could hear her mother's screaming from down the hallway.

"Quit you screaming Eomma Mama. Any louder and you will wake up the whole kingdom! My head hurts at your high pitched squeaking."

"My apologies Princess. I did not know you had arrived," The Queen Mother clenched her teeth, glancing at the two men by her side. "And with your guards."

"My lady! Is it another migraine fit!" Mr. Park rushed to her side grabbing her arm. It took her a second before she regained her breath and stood on her own.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. I'll be down in a minute. Go tell her I'll be down and to stop complaining."

Hesitantly the man nodded and agreed bowing before leaving her room.

Why did she keep having these random thoughts pop in her head? It had been happening more often lately. They were so real that they almost seemed like her own memories. But that was impossible, right?

A/N: How are yall doing???