Journey Into the Knight

Chapter Two

YongSun wanted nothing more than to be done with breakfast already. She was sitting in their insanely large dinning hall, conveniently positioned right in front prince Eric. She was hoping the ripping her dress earlier on purpose would postpone the meeting but she was wrong. She sent to poor help into a panic, she felt bad about that, but when her mother stepped in, everything was fixed in no time, and here she sat.

YongSun hated Eric, even before she met him. He was impossibly handsome and he knew it, he held himself at a higher level, eyes always looking down at their servants. YongSun wasn’t one to talk, it wasn’t like she was not born into a title like he was, but that didn’t mean she had to act above them. YongSun pleaded with her father not to make this union, cried to him, but it didn’t work. Eric’s father had the soldiers they would need in the pending war, and YongSun’s father had the ships because their kingdom was on the sea. She may not want to marry Eric but she would for the good of her kingdom.

YongSun thanked the servant who placed the fruit bowl in front of her, none of the new royals had. YongSun did feel a bit uneasy with the new guards in the room. Her father had his men wandering the castle at all time, but none were ever stuck to their side, not if they were inside. King Henry had five of his men standing in the room with them. Two on their side of the table, two on YongSun’s side of the table, and one standing on the opposite end from where her father was sitting, behind his King. The one standing behind his king was handsome, he had short black hair, muscles prominently showing from where his shirt cut off, she didn’t doubt he could snap Eric in half. YongSun tried not to smile at that fact. Even the smallest warrior the king brought looked like he could take Eric. He was positioned behind Eric, probably about the same height as YongSun, sandy blonde hair hung in his face, dark brown eyes were on YongSun. As soon as he noticed she was looking at him he broke eye contact, looking down at his shoes, YongSun was sure his cheeks flushed. YongSun tried not to smile, he kind of looked like a hamster.

A foot kicked YongSun under the table, her head shot up to the present conversation going on at the table that she tuned out. “Pardon?” She asked feeling her own face flushing.

Her father cleared his throat. “Queen Joy asked what your favourite flowers were.”

YongSun felt the words why does it matter? Come to her lips but she swallowed them, that was not how a princess reacted. “Lilies.” She responded with a smile. YongSun hated flowers, she had been wearing all kind of them since she was a child, the smell gave her a headache.

“Lilies are lovely, we should add them into the wedding.” Queen Joy said like this was the best day of her life.

YongSun felt the urge to roll her eyes becoming increasingly hard to ignore. “That sounds lovely, I am sure you and my mother will have a great time planning it.” She didn’t miss the side eye she got from her mother.

“Do you not want to partake in your own wedding?” Eric asked in such a way YongSun could feel her grip tighten on her fork.

YongSun took a breath. “Of course.” She said as calmly as she could. “But I feel our mothers would have so much more education on the subject, I hear queen Joy is known for her wonderful parties, it would be an honour for her to plan our wedding.” All lies, she didn’t care if it was the most beautiful wedding in the world, she did not want to go through with it.

Queen Joy beamed at the compliment. “I am sure your mother and I could come up with the best wedding on this side of the country.”

“We’ll look forward to it.” Her father added with a look at YongSun, he knew what she was doing, YongSun was always a daddy’s girl. “My Solar will be the image of an angel on her wedding day.” YongSun hated that name. At first it was just a nickname her father gave her when she was born but soon the entire kingdom was calling her princess Solar, forgetting the girl YongSun along with it. But she smiled over at her father anyway, the only person she liked calling her that.