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⊰ chapter two ⊱
His eyes blinked open and all he witnessed was the peaks of red. He heard the female continuing to yell out with hard pats against his arms. Once he felt the sting to his nose and regained the distant memory of how he was punched and stumbled to the ground, Jeon pushed himself back and spaced away from the woman who was on her knees. As far as her posture, it looked like she had sat down earlier to study what she could have destroyed; his nose.
He held his nose, eyes wide as he spat, "You could have broken my nose."
Dara admitted it wasn't what a soldier at his grounds should be saying as a first stance to the Princess, herself but she nodded, "I am sorry. I mistook you as somebody else―"
"Mistook me?!" Jeon yelled and scolded the girl who remained seated on her knees as he stood up, looming over her and pointing an accusing finger at her. "How does one mistake the Right Hand man of His Royal Highness? You are to see the King with me immediately."
There was a slight smile on Dara's face as she stood up. She examined Jeon as she stood up. His nose wasn't even bleeding and he was this over-reactive. Dara, missing that he'd said he was King's Right Hand man, wondered what position he held in the Palace to have such a loud voice at an individual. She nodded, "Alright. Take me to the King."
"You're a bold one, aren't you, maiden?" The attractive soldier grumbled, removing his hand from his nose for Dara to see how red and swollen it was. He wasn't wrong―the nose could have been broken. Jeon ordered tersely, "Follow me."
Dara looked back at the ship, the Guards were unloading the cargos. Anne stepped out, looking concerned but soon, Dara waved a hand at her. It was a sign of reassurance before Dara let herself follow the soldier. She rather found it surprising how it did not pass the soldier's mind once or at all, if she was the Princess or not. Or, were there any possibilities? She touched her hair, still following him, was it not a surprise to him? Did he or anyone not know the identity of the red hair at North?
"What about the Princess? I am sure you are here to receive her?" Dara asked, her voice stern and deep as Jeon reached for his horse. She looked at the dark brown horse. The red saddle with the royal badge. It was a Palace horse.
Jeon paid less attention before holding out the bunch of flowers at Dara's face. Stunned and a little taken back by the lavenders and white roses, Dara stared at Jeon's face before blinking at the flowers. The decent smile at Jeon's lips widened slightly, "Welcome home, Princess,"
A raspy slight laugh before Dara shook her head and received the flowers, "I despise the white roses but the lavenders are making up for it,"
"You have terrible taste, Your Highness," Jeon said and Dara laughed tightly. He hopped on the horse, leaving space in front of him for the Princess as he let out a hand, "The rest of the horses can be some mad animals to newcomers,"
