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Chapter 42

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"You shouldn't have left"
San reiterates for the thousandth time, noticing my hand, which I still keep on my side because of the wound.
"Maybe you're right, but if it hadn't happened I wouldn't have understood many things."
He stops pacing back and forth to the library, and looks at me confused.
"For example?"
"I understood that I want to marry her"
I admit to my best friend, who looks at me with disapproval.
"Did you also take a blow to the head by accident? You will lose everything-"
"Not if the nobles approve"
I retort, and he doesn't seem very convinced.
"I wanted to ask you to be my wedding witness"
I leave the desk support and stand in front of him, waiting for an answer.
"Wooyoung-"
"If nobles will witness my marriage, no one can take anything away because it is socially accepted."
I add, hearing his hesitant tone.
"Of course, you know I will always support you. The best friends are for this.."
I grab him by the shoulders and drag him into an embrace that we never gave each other.
"Thanks"
My voice almost breaks as I thank the person I know who will always be by my side whatever happens.
"I just hope everything goes well"
I hear San say in almost a whisper.

I am accompanying my future witness to his horse, when Seonghwa appears as a tornado in the corridors preceding the stairs.

"Seonghwa wait!!"
I hear Hea's voice screaming from afar, then everything happens quickly.

I find myself supported by San and in my cheek I feel pangs given by the fist I just received.

"Do you want to be whipped ?!"
San threatens him, continuing to hold me by the arm while I try to regain my precarious balance.
"If you make her suffer you are dead"
The groom snarls at me and disappears the second afterwards.

"Wooyoung oh my god!"
Hea arrives a few moments later, and I feel her light touch on my still sore cheek.
"What happened?"
I ask her, under the still incredulous eyes of San.
"I told him everything ... that I canceled the marriage to marry you"
In her voice I almost hear remorse and guilt.
"He took it well"
I say ironic, but I feel a strong pain in my side ... the wound.

I press my hand on my side and squeeze my eyes in pain.
"Wooyoung!"
I notice that Hea was still talking to me, but I didn't hear a word.
Her eyes fall on my hand and they bar, followed by those of San.
"That bastard! He opened the wound"
San angrily says, and I move my hand slightly, seeing it covered in blood.

I think I lose consciousness for a few minutes; finding myself on my bed with Hea in tears by my side.
"I'm fine"
I try to reassure her even though I think my suffering from my face is noticeable.
"I'm sorry. When I told him, he went crazy"
She stutters in tears, and I caress her long hair until the doctor arrives to fix the wound.