𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲•𝐣𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐧

eleven

(a/n: IM SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED IN EONS, I WILL DEFINITELY OVERLOAD YOU GUYS WITH CONTENT THIS WEEKEND!)

BREATHS ARE held, as the cameras flash and record the crowning of bellezia's 238th king. also, this is when the 1 week interval of bellezia's big events.

soonyoung, junhui and hansol were very happy to witness it live, wearing their best suits and smiles. what a wonderful friend jisoo is. who would've thought that the lonely peanut would get them to an exclusive royal event? nobody.

"appearing right before your eyes, king yoon jeonghan of the 238th generation." the prime minister, jeon wonwoo, introduces the vengeful new king of bellezia and is replied with countless rounds of applaud. the prime minister thought that the king did not deserve the applaud.

he is not what you think he is. he's two faced.

"greetings, bellezia," jeonghan smiles, walking to the podium in an odd way. maybe the crown was too heavy. the crown holds the burdens of a king, jeonghan thinks. "i will now be serving you as the official king, alongside my brothers and the prime minister. my platforms are especially structured for the poor and the agricultural sector of the kingdom, and i am sure that i will accomplish all my objectives in less than a decade. i will do my best to hear out your requests and suggestions: you are my boss."

applaud. applaud. how deafening.

wonwoo enviously eyes the children cluelessly sitting with their rich or entitled parents. how i wish i was ignorant and happy. he will step down from his position if he's going to serve this fucker.

"once again, i am yoon jeonghan, and i promise you a great life ahead." jeonghan finishes.

okay, jisoo definitely did not like getting kidnapped. especially, when the kidnapper is a guard from the palace. what the hell is his deal? jisoo missed the whole coronation! now, his expesnive suit is wrinkled due to the guard's grip—and he looks disheveled! there is still a ball later!

but, whatever. who was jisoo trying to impress, anyway? nobody would care if he comes in the palace wearing trash bags. jisoo is a nobody.

"i'm sorry for all that..." the guard finally speaks, while jisoo annoyingly huffs under his breath. took him long enough. "the three princes have asked for your attendance. they have something to discuss with you."

"i think you were a bit too harsh on me." jisoo honestly replied, stepping sidewards to keep his space from the guard once he released the photographer.

"i'm sorry, mr. hong jisoo. i am the head of the palace's security, choi seungcheol. nice to meet you." the guard chuckles, stopping in front of two huge doors. jisoo was amazed at the intricate designs engraved on them. "please do greet the three princes well. they seem delighted to meet you."

huh. even guards speak like royalties. jisoo learns something new everyday.

"okay." and then, as if jisoo's words were the magic words, seungcheol flung the doors open, revealing a grandoise library. straight out of fantasyland, ridiculously beautiful.

the ceiling was sky-high, the tall shelves were filled with books. there were tables and chairs on the spots where there were no shelves, which were made of great wood. don't even get jisoo started on the tapestries.

if jisoo was a bookworm, he'd call this library heaven.

"ah, sir hong jisoo!"  one of the princes exclaimed, having a harsh accent. probably jihoon. "i'm glad you arrived here without any... scratches from seungcheol or a hole in your stomach. anyway, let us introduce ourselves."

a hole in my stomach? does that mean, if jisoo had been even more stubborn, he would've got shot by this guard?! ridiculous! the royal family in ridiculous!

"greetings. i am prince lee seokmin." the tallest of the three princes smiled, blinding almost everyone in sight. jisoo nods at him, contemplating wether to curtsy or not. "hong jisoo, am i right?"

"yes. yes, my name is hong jisoo." jisoo clarified, smiling sweetly. it looks like he's a child forced by his mother to smile for a picture—but whatever! he's doing his best to suffice!

"hello, sir hong jisoo, i am prince lee chan. the youngest, and fortunately, not the shortest." the two princes snicker, sending glances at the shortest prince in the room. jisoo wanted to laugh but he feared that jihoon's glare can kill.

"i'm prince lee jihoon, as you know. i bailed you out of jail with p—king, king jeonghan." jihoon corrects himself, fanning his hand. "pardon the kidnapping skit, we did not mean any harm. we called you here to simply ask a favor."

"i—uh...go on..?" jisoo replies, cringing at his awkwardness.

"the king is planning an all out war against grazia, since the people who have ordered the assassins that have killed the people dearest to him—and us—came from that very kingdom. a pro is being able to avenge the people they have killed, but there are a lot of cons." seokmin explains, playing with a ruby ring on his index finger.

"you seem very close to him, hyung, please help us stop him from creating chaos. we will shoulder your expenses, living conditions—we, the lee princes, are offering you a week in the royal estate. we will give you anything if you do succeed." chan pleads.

before jisoo could (kindly)object, seokmin interjects. "you are an influence to him. i heard how you convinced him to fake being your boyfriend, you got him to wear commoner clothing—which he never liked for some reason—what i'm saying is, you can change him."

"please. you're not just doing a favor for yourself once you convince him not to do it, you're doing the populations of two kingdoms a favor if you help us." jihoon explained, stepping forward. jisoo stepped backward in instinct—but he bumped onto seungcheol so he stepped forward again.

what jihoon said is indeed true. but, can jisoo actually do it?

hell yeah. jisoo decides, within a span of 5 seconds. anything for money. well, except strenuous physical activities.

"when do we start?"