Y/N is the princess of the thriving country of Kohan, along with her sisters she peacefully and happily rules the throne,
Marriage isn't something on her mind, but that all changes when the seven, merciless princes of the feared kingdom of Seoul se...
Did he, of all people, just call me a brat. No, I'm sick of their attitudes. How is it okay what they're doing? How is it okay to force someone to do something they clearly don't want to do or lash out at others for small mistakes or no reasons at all.
These boys are feared by everyone. It's said if you look at them for to long they will give you a beating for not asking permission to gaze at them. And they call ME a brat.
''Me? A brat? You and your brothers need to go look in the mirror! Because the only brats in this palace are you guys!!'' I screamed the last part.
It was silent. There was no response to what I said. Maybe, they realized they don't like me! Maybe they don't want to marry me anymore!!
My brief moment of joy was cut off by another realization. If they don't want to marry me, I have no more leverage of them taking their anger out on Kohan. OH Y/n your stupid stubbornness of not eating has caused you to put your sisters and your kingdom in danger again!!!
I was pulled out of my thoughts, by a dreadful click coming from my door. My heart stopped as the door swung open, now I was face to face with Yoongi, and he didn't look happy at all
'Shit.'
Time skip...
Y/n Pov...
I sat at a round white table on a big balcony attached to the ballroom. I was in between Namjoon and Taehyung who insisted he got a seat by me.
I am no longer in a nightgown, but in a long-sleeved pastel yellow dress that comes to my knees. My hair was put into a ponytail by the maids who insisted it would look 'lovely'.
The princes were carrying on with their boring conversations rumoring about other kingdoms, royal sports they participate in, or the conversation I was in the middle of. Taehyung and Namjoon are very passionate about their taste in clothing I've learned.
The butlers came by us and filled our glasses with water and soon after the waiters came with our food. I'm set on not eating again because of the way Yoongi treated me, but then the delicious smell fills my nose and the food is set in front of me. My mouth waters at the food placed before my eyes. Thus an internal battle between my mind and my stomach.
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My stomach growls loudly sounding like thunder. All of the boys look at me expectingly and a few with soft glances of pity.
''Y/n. Eat'' Yoongi gritted his teeth, angry I haven't touched it yet.
I stared at my wine in response, making him more upset. He was about to stand up, I didn't feel like dealing with him at the moment.
All a sudden my the promise I made to take care of myself replayed in my mind. So I slowly picked up the spoon and began to eat.
